Aquarius Love

Holding a cup of Lipton black tea, I sat by the glass window on the second floor of this KFC, looking out at the exceptionally beautiful late autumn night.

Imagine: collar up, stepping through the falling leaves—doesn't it resemble a scene from a romantic movie?

"I just love you the way you are, I just love your temper..." Lin Zhixuan's gentle song drifted through the air, a warm breeze emanating from the heater, making my cheeks flush slightly, as if I'd had a drink.

The surroundings were bustling with people coming and going. Many years later, when I recall that day, it still feels so clear and moving. She appeared at the top of the stairs in that very setting.

In this internet-connected 21st century, perhaps everyone has had the experience of meeting an online friend for the first time. But how many people can remember how they felt? Anxiety, worry, fantasy, or excitement? I think I felt all of those. However, as a natural Aquarius, calmness and caution are my innate instincts.

When I could grasp her moods online, we started exchanging photos. Although they weren't very clear, I could roughly get a feel for her facial features so that we wouldn't look too different in person.

In front of me was a cup of black tea (bought for me) and a bag of fries (bought for her). Just like we agreed yesterday, "I'll be wearing a black jacket, leaning against the window, waiting for you with a cup of black tea."

I don't think anyone else felt the same way. Sure enough, no one else looked like I was waiting for someone.

When she stepped into the restaurant, I noticed her, and she saw our table at the same time.

"Hi, I'm Rose. You're Kitty, right?" Rose and Kitty were, of course, our online nicknames; it felt a little strange calling each other that in real life.

I put on an air of knowing, "What do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you."

"Um, anything is fine."

Being a Chinese man is actually quite painful. Aside from the momentary sense of conquest in bed, it feels like living in a slave society. Because besides paying the bill, there's also a challenging guessing game, which includes this task of buying "anything is fine."

Luckily, I'm a calm and quick-witted Aquarius, and this kind of mind-guessing game is no challenge for me.

I presented the plate of chicken wings and black tea to the young lady, and only when I saw her smiling eyes did I breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at her closely, I noticed her delicate eyebrows, large eyes, high nose, small lips with lipstick, and fair skin without a single scar from her face to her neck. She wore a red and blue Jeans sweater and jeans, which perfectly accentuated her youthful curves. I fell in love with her instantly.

"Hey, you look way cooler in person than in the photos."

"Really? That's just how I am, it's natural, not an act."

"Hehe," the girl's voice was so pleasant, "Are you nervous?" "

How could I be? We Aquarians are the calmest of the twelve zodiac signs."

"You always talk about Aquarius, with such pride, you seem to know a lot about astrology?"

"A little bit. You don't know, Aquarians are very interested in these unorthodox things, mysticism, and are also influenced by Neptune, so we love learning, freedom, and equality." I deliberately omitted the part about being philanthropic.

"By the way, what's your sign?"

"Scorpio."

"What?" I shuddered, "Scorpio is the most mysterious sign, and if it's a woman, they're the most charming."

She looked at me with a smile, boasting.

A little while later, the black tea was finished, and I said, "Let me get you some more water."

"No, I drank too much tea tonight, I can't sleep."

"It's good you can't sleep, you can call me."

"You're so vain, you naughty cat."

It's so wonderful to have a beautiful woman acting coquettishly.

We'd already chatted for two hours over dinner. Rose's real name is Yang Qian, and she just graduated and works as a clerk in a joint venture. We talked about university life, our workplaces, our favorite movies, and I could see her beautiful eyes constantly fixed on me, captivated by my conversation. As we continued our long chatter, I occasionally caught a glimpse of her cherry-like lips, and my mind wandered to unspeakable thoughts, causing a sudden flutter in my heart.

"Let's go, let's go to the night market."

A little mishap occurred as Yang Qian and I walked down the steps. The floor of the KFC had just been mopped, and it was slippery. Yang Qian's little leather shoes slipped, she cried out in surprise, and she fell forward. In a flash, without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her sweater like an eagle catching a chick, pulling her firmly and stopping her slide, bringing her into my arms.

She seemed startled, nestled in my arms for a long time without moving. I was happy to enjoy this feeling of being pampered. Just as I was savoring this tenderness, she blushed and left me.

When you're alone in late autumn, sadness can involuntarily take over your heart. If you're on a street in late autumn with a pretty girl, that would feel romantic.

After looking at the dazzling array of trinkets, the endless rows of audio-visual products, the stacks of books, the stars in the sky, the nearby neon lights, and the distant trees, our two young hearts drew closer and closer, becoming increasingly reluctant to

part. The lights dimmed; it was time to say goodbye, wasn't it?

"Well then, goodbye! Kitty."

"Well then, goodbye! Lovely Rose." The intimacy from the internet was starting to translate into reality—perhaps a sign.

I extended my hand to her, and she looked at me and extended hers too. We clasped hands, smiled at each other.

That gentle touch was enough to keep me reminiscing for a whole night.

A beautiful life is beckoning me, and a successful date is half the battle won!

(II)

It's been a week since our last date, and we've been talking on the phone for hours every day. My happy mood lasts all day, and I feel radiant and more handsome than ever. This must be what love feels like—it's wonderful!

On weekend evening, we went to a dance at a university. Anyone who's just graduated knows how nostalgic it is; we cherish our school days and reminisce whenever we have the chance. Although the facilities were simple, the youthful energy was far more abundant than any other dance.

Stepping onto the wooden floor of the gymnasium used as a dance hall, amidst a large group of dancers and hundreds of onlookers, in the dim lighting and soft music, we were both there. One was 1.78 meters tall, with a handsome face accentuated by a dark blue jacket and brown trousers; the other was 1.6 meters tall, with a cute figure in a white sweater and dark blue Lee jeans. Three-step, four-step, little La, tango, cha-cha, rumba—we danced to whatever music was available, whether we knew it or not, we were all on the dance floor, completely forgetting ourselves, lost in this dazzling and vibrant moment.

Occasionally, I would catch glimpses of the faces of the students watching—some envious, some jealous, some feigning indifference. I could only dance even more gracefully with my sweetheart, repaying the happiness she had given me.

—It's so good to be young! Yang Qian is so wonderful!

The advantage of dancing is that it speeds up the process of getting closer to each other. Because you're constantly holding hands and hugging each other's waists, it becomes very normal to go on and off stage hand in hand. So I held her soft little hand the whole time, and I tried hard to restrain the urge to kiss her. After all, Aquarius isn't like Sagittarius or Leo, so it's not like I'm going to perform in public.

Around ten o'clock, the dance ended. The orderly crowd slowly dispersed, and the dance hall became empty, with a desolate feeling of the music ending and the party over. A chill suddenly

ran through me; I wondered if Yang Qian and I would also experience such desolation in the future. Then my gaze fell on her beautiful face, and something else immediately came to mind. I secretly loosened my grip on her hand, thinking she could easily slip off if she wanted. But she didn't, making me realize that this girl probably liked me too. So, from now on, let's walk together towards the peak of happiness! I encouraged myself.

University campuses always have a forbidden area for the restless boys and girls of their adolescence, usually a small garden or lawn. In these places, the school and students are usually on good terms. Only during occasional crackdowns on moral education are these areas regulated, but usually everyone turns a blind eye. So, should we call it a "Happy Eden" or a "Birthplace of Original Sin"? Perhaps "Jointly Guarded Zone" would be better.

"Looks like you're quite a dancer," I flattered Yang Qian.

"I used to study dance for a while."

"Really? What kind of dance?" I turned to look at her; her eyes sparkled.

"Ethnic dance."

The profound term left me somewhat bewildered. I tried to explain it in simpler terms, "Do you still have the skills? Like, can you do splits or something?"

"Of course." Yang Qian released me, did a jump on the spot, naturally extending her legs in mid-air, opening them to a 180-degree angle, bringing them together, and landing—the whole process was very relaxed and neat.

"Wow, that's amazing!" I clapped exaggeratedly, but what filled me with was a different kind of surprise. It was amazing, wasn't this top-notch? Meeting a beautiful woman online is already a blessing from a past life, but to meet a beautiful woman who can dance and spread her legs to the extreme is simply a miracle. For a moment, I almost knelt down on the grass, thanking God for the blessing bestowed upon us Aquarians.

"What are you doing?" The beautiful Yang Qian noticed my strange gaze. If she knew what I was thinking, I wonder how she would kick me over with her gorgeous legs.

"I was thinking how lucky I am to have met you."

Yang Qian lowered her head shyly, probably looking for a place to sit.

I stepped forward and took her arm. "Be careful, it's a bit wet here. It wouldn't be good to get your floral dress dirty."

Freeze!

I didn't expect her to look up at me at that moment, her captivating eyes seeming quite moved. Although we were more than 0.01 centimeters apart at that moment, a second later, we were practically face-to-face.

It was a dark and windy night, the black darkness enveloping us both. There was no one around, and with such a beautiful woman beside me, how could I not be moved?

Just like the lyrics say, "A gentle kiss, stealing my heart..." I lowered my head and lightly touched her small lips. She didn't push me away, which gave me a lot of courage. So

I reached behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her again. She couldn't help but close her eyes shyly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips gently responding to my kiss. My mouth slowly parted her small mouth, licking her lips with my tongue, and then slowly slipping inside, searching for her fragrant tongue. The girl's tongue responded little by little, wet and slippery, tasted wonderful, and my pants involuntarily tightened. I could also feel her face starting to burn.

After a long while, we finally separated, but we were already in an embrace.

"You're so naughty," Yang Qian teased me.

"Then I'll be naughty one more time." Without another word, I kissed her forcefully. She didn't even have time to catch her breath; she let out a soft "mmm," and our two burning tongues intertwined again, savoring the fruit of love.

This time, my hands began to move, caressing her back. The girl gasped softly as I touched her. My hands lifted her sweater, touching her skin. She trembled slightly, then stopped struggling. My right hand then moved up her back, massaging her smooth skin.

At the same time, our tongues continued to tease each other. My hand slowly touched a strap; I knew it was a bra clasp. Slowly unhooking it, I could fully touch her back muscles. As I gently caressed her, Yang Qian made soft sounds in her throat, whether from pleasure or discomfort, I couldn't tell. She obediently submitted, and her hands began to stroke my back, while her oral movements became more intense.

My hands finally moved to the front, one right hand covering one small, delicate breast. My masculine desire swelled, yet I continued to caress it gently. I paused the kiss, tilting her head back, squinting her eyes, feeling herself, and letting out soft moans. Her breasts, under my continued caresses, began to harden, and her nipples hardened. Finally,

I lifted her sweater with both hands, intending to cover her mouth with mine. Feeling the coolness, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see her."

She fell silent, for the first time intoxicated by a man's caresses. I rolled up her sweater, revealing her fair skin, two soft, dove-like breasts, full and round. I took her right breast into my mouth. In an instant, the pleasure from the warmth traveled from her breasts to her brain. Her body trembled, enjoying it, and she involuntarily hugged me tighter.

As I licked her glistening breasts, my hand slowly moved down, through her pants, down, touching some sparse hair. Further down, her hand tightly covered that place, the place I wanted to go.

"No." Her voice was weak, yet resolute.

"Just a touch."

"No."

I knew this was a girl's modesty, and to show respect, I withdrew my hand and took hers instead. Her hand was on my back, and I took it, guiding it inside my clothes. She complied, beginning to caress every inch of my back. The different structure of a man made her curiously explore, and I guided her hand forward and downward again, inhaling and contracting my waist to allow her hand to pass smoothly.

She was curious, yet shy. Her small hand slowly explored down, past my hairy abdomen, and touched my erect penis. I let her hold it, and she did, trembling with excitement. The hardness and heat of the man made her unable to extricate herself, and she kept moaning, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" But I was enjoying the pleasure of being touched.

Just as she was lost in the pleasure of my penis, I began a new assault. I unzipped her pants, slipped my fingers inside her panties, and explored her paradise. Perhaps because no one had ever been able to penetrate her before, when my warm hand reached her genitals, she completely went limp, unable to muster any strength to resist me. My fingers, lubricated by her warm, wet vaginal fluid, moved back and forth in her vagina. Although I didn't go all the way in, the sensation of the caress was enough to make her lose her senses.

I felt increasingly aroused, so I unzipped my own pants, fully revealing my manhood. Although she kept her eyes closed, her hand remained on it, making subtle stroking motions. I embraced her head and pulled her towards my abdomen. In her dazed state, she came closer. Then I ordered her, "Look!"

She opened her eyes and saw a shaking, solid male organ with throbbing veins. She screamed and quickly closed her eyes. But I didn't relax and put my genitals to her face with a slight force.

"No!" She turned away and firmly ignored my things.

Maybe I was a little too hasty, and the little girl couldn't accept oral sex all of a sudden. I had no choice but to ask her to hold my stick again and move it up and down. She seemed to enjoy it.

So I stared at that beautiful face, fantasizing as I had my little beauty masturbate me until I ejaculated, thick semen splattering onto the grass. I kept imagining her little red mouth taking my penis in, thinking that day would come soon.

My beautiful girl, how can I make you happy forever?

(III)

It's really lucky to have met Yang Qian; it's practically a miracle.

My name is Li Jun, I'm 25 years old, and I graduated from university just two years ago. I work in the business department of an investment bank. Due to business needs, we upgraded to the latest servers last year, allowing us to stay connected with Reuters terminals 24 hours a day to obtain the latest business data. The benefit of this was that my desktop computer was updated, allowing me to stay online more often.

For young people, chatting and making friends online is an indispensable part of their lives. I've joined nine dating clubs, including the famous Asian Dating Center. However, these things always have more viewers than participants, and even those I do connect with often don't meet my standards and are rejected. Aquarians are known for being exceptionally picky.

I finally found a new dating website and targeted local girls. One girl named Rose had a particularly interesting profile. She wrote: "If you see me, you won't leave; if you leave me, you won't miss me; if you miss me, then you've made a mistake; if you've made a mistake, then please don't say that you, in your youth, will never regret it."

This strange statement touched me, and I tried messaging her to chat online. Like all online friendships, we gradually became familiar. She knew I was unconventional in class, loved poetry and prose, had a chivalrous spirit, and was arrogant and boastful. I knew her work schedule, her leisure activities at home, her circle of friends, and even the time she went to bed. But when I asked her about the origin of that passage, she didn't offer much explanation, only saying that she wrote it on a sudden impulse.

Since returning from the dance last week, the physical intimacy has made our relationship increasingly intimate. When I realized I was starting to fall for her, I kept reminding myself.

Why? This involves the psychology of an Aquarius. I'm a typical Aquarius; maintaining my freedom is my top priority. I don't want to be stuck with her all the time. I imagine a vast future ahead, perhaps with many, many girlfriends. Giving up the whole forest for one tree would be a huge loss. Secondly, Aquarians are the best at treating friends, but they don't quite distinguish between friendship and love. For me, Yang Qian might just be a very good friend, but I'm confused about whether it's love.

Just then, my company asked me to go on a business trip to Shanghai for a week-long meeting. I thought this might be a good opportunity to clear my head; after all, a bottle should always be kept clear.

Yang Qian on the other end of the phone seemed a little sad when she heard I was going on a business trip, but I proudly told her I would be back soon. Shanghai, that bustling metropolis, where my life unexpectedly took a turn.

Accompanying me on the business trip was Chen Jie, a deputy manager from our department, who was only 29 years old. You could say she was my mentor; she was fair-skinned, with thin cheeks, long, curved eyes, and shoulder-length short hair—very charming. I quite liked her, but she had been married for several years. We have a good relationship. I often buy her breakfast on my way to work in the morning, and she helps me a lot with my work.

We boarded a long-distance bus on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway to Shanghai together, and less than half an hour later, Chen Jie started to get carsick. Her brows were furrowed, her face was pale, and she kept gagging. If I had known this would happen, we would have taken the train instead of going through this ordeal. I sometimes get carsick too, but after working and traveling all over the country for the past two years, I've gotten much better. However, I still keep carsickness medicine, medicated oil, and a dozen plastic bags in my travel bag just in case. This is also a manifestation of the thoroughness of an Aquarius's thinking.

After vomiting, applying the oil, and taking the medicine, she finally calmed down. I drifted off to sleep, and as I slept, she rested her head on my shoulder. I had no choice; thinking of flattering her, I let the manager lean on me. Luckily, she didn't snore or drool.

Things went relatively smoothly after that. Upon arriving in Shanghai, I went to the conference venue to register, and they arranged accommodations. Because they were a large client, the hospitality was quite good. Chen Jie and I both stayed in a four-star hotel; I was in room 1010, and she was in 1011, across from me. After dinner, Chen Jie still wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. I also went to arrange my own activities.

Shanghai is my dream city because it's the country's financial center. Financial elites thrive here, and investment and wealth management businesses are booming. Shanghai is my dream city, because someone I like—Li—is there.

Li was my high school classmate, born 12 months older than me, making her an Aquarius. Aquarians are usually very charming, and this Aquarius girl was no exception. In high school, she had a round face, big cat eyes, and although not tall, she looked like a Japanese anime character—very cute. She was my crush, but I was too short then, and I'd heard she was dating several handsome guys, so I never dared to confess. Later, she got into the Literature Department at Shanghai University, while I studied in Nanjing. We kept in touch by letter, catching up on each other's lives.

One spring, she came to Nanjing for a visit, and I went to accompany her. A light spring rain was falling. I held an umbrella in one hand and tentatively put my arm around her shoulder with the other, and she didn't refuse. From the school gate to my dorm, I maintained that position, my heart overflowing with joy. I thought I now had the right to pursue her. After she went back, I sent her a love letter, only to receive a postcard two weeks later telling me to leave it to fate. Although I was disappointed, I was still grateful that she didn't offer a long, rambling rejection like other girls would, or a blunt rejection that would have been embarrassing.

That's the best thing about Aquarians—they're understanding. She knew how to be considerate, and so did I. From then on, we never mentioned love again, treating each other as close friends. Occasionally, there were some ambiguous exchanges, which added a touch of fun and reduced the sense of responsibility and distance. I'm

free tonight. Although I have other classmates in Shanghai, I'll call her first; if possible, I'd like to see her.

On the other end of the line: "What is it?" These past few years, I've learned authentic Shanghainese.

"Me? I'm an Aquarius man." I've always been proud of my zodiac sign; my classmates all call me an Aquarius man or a male Aquarius.

"Hey, where are you now? Shanghai?"

"Yes, I'm here for a meeting, staying for a few days. Are you busy tonight? Want to go shopping?"

"Wait a minute," she hung up the phone and mumbled to another colleague, "I have some articles to finish, around 9 o'clock, come pick me up at our newspaper office. The address is..."

I forgot to mention, she's a journalist, working at a small newspaper after graduation.

Looking at the time, it was still early. I took a shower, dried myself off, and was busy when the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I saw Chen Jie. She said listlessly, "My head is throbbing, could you buy me some headache pills? The hotel clinic is closed."

I had no choice but to agree. I cursed inwardly, "What kind of hotel is this? No one's on duty at the clinic?"

Luckily, there was a pharmacy across the street. I bought a box of Panadol, but then I saw a section for family planning products, and also many kinds of aphrodisiacs: "Leopard Woman Aphrodisiac Powder," "Aphrodisiac Water," "Golden Penis Liquid." Out of curiosity, I spent a long time reading the instructions before leaving, leaving the salesperson waiting in vain.

When I went back and knocked on Chen Jie's door, I called twice, but no one answered. I tried pushing the door open; it wasn't locked, so I went in. I found the manager asleep in bed.

I put the medicine on the bedside table and was about to leave when I saw her sleeping so peacefully—a beautiful sight, like a begonia in spring slumber.

Thinking of her illness, I couldn't help but lovingly stroke her hair. She groggily opened her eyes, and I said, "I bought the medicine; it's by the bedside." She responded softly and closed her eyes again.

I thought she might really be tired, so I poured her another glass of water and placed it by the bedside, then locked the door and went out.

Life always breeds adventures in the ordinary.

(IV)

I wasn't very familiar with the roads in Shanghai, so I directly hailed a taxi to Li's newspaper office. I arrived there five minutes later than agreed time. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Li standing by the door, craning her neck in the wind, waiting expectantly.

Today she was wearing a beige trench coat and black pants. Because I hadn't seen her for a long time, I noticed that she had lost weight. Her once round face had become an oval face, and her thin chin was almost devoid of flesh, but her bright, sparkling eyes were still captivating.

She walked up to me and patted my shoulder warmly. "Long time no see, how are you?"

"I'm alright. You've gotten so thin."

She smiled but didn't answer.

I felt a pang of heartache. To be honest, I still like her. She's like my teenage idol, unattainable yet always on my mind. Or to put it another way, we've always maintained a distant relationship, closer than friends, but less than lovers. It seems she's suffered a lot staying here. No wonder, a girl alone in this industry, how could it not be tough?

I said, "Let's go, any good places? My treat."

We went to a nearby bar with an intriguing name: "Revisiting the Past."

It wasn't crowded, maybe because it wasn't the weekend.

We sat in a corner, and I ordered a black tea and a juice for her. We sat there chatting; it had been so long since we'd seen each other, we wanted to say everything, yet we didn't know where to begin. Then, suddenly, we both burst into silly laughter, and the conversation flowed freely.

We talked about where our classmates had gone—some in Shanghai, some in Nanjing, some stayed in their hometowns, and some had gone abroad. Many memories and old feelings surfaced in our minds. The waiter came with our drinks and lit the candles. We sat quietly, chatting idly and sighing to each other. The flickering flames before us seemed like a small boat sailing back to the past, and we felt a deep sense of peace, tranquility, and intimacy.

"You were quite the gossip queen back then," I teased her.

"Nonsense! I'm being honest. You were the one who was." "

What do you mean, 'I was'?"

"Hmph. You were the president of the literature club back then, and all those articles you wrote had little girls completely obsessed with you."

"That's strange. How come I didn't know that? Tell me, who were they obsessed with?" I was genuinely curious.

"..."

"Can't say it? It couldn't be you, could it?"

Perhaps she guessed correctly, because she was silent for a while, then said, "I wonder who it is, always staring at me from behind? Aren't you ashamed?"

"It's me." In such a romantic atmosphere, I naturally had to say something nice, "I admit it. Back then, so many boys were pursuing you, but I didn't have the courage, so I could only watch you from behind."

"You, always like this, hiding and dodging."

"I know, I can't help it, that's just how I am, indecisive, but you're not much better. Who told us Aquarians to overthink things?"

"Hahaha, here you go again." She pointed at me and laughed, her big eyes squinting with laughter.

Perhaps, on such a beautiful night, we should have a drink to celebrate the reunion of old friends. When I made this suggestion, she didn't object. So, we ordered a bottle of red wine and began our romantic journey in the delightful atmosphere of "wine in a luminous cup under the moonlight."

In truth, my alcohol tolerance is terrible. I mostly drink to liven things up, focusing on the experience rather than the quantity. Girls, on the other hand, are usually quite heavy drinkers, and Lily certainly was.

Red wine, beautiful women, and a wonderfully atmospheric setting—how could I not get drunk? As the saying goes, it's not the wine that intoxicates

, but the atmosphere itself. However, on the other hand, even when drunk, one is only three-tenths sober, and a truly drunk person needs to be five-tenths sober. I'm not the kind of man who acts recklessly when drunk, so although I drank a lot, I wasn't annoying; on the contrary, I maintained a polite demeanor. This should be attributed to the self-discipline of an Aquarius.

Some people become more annoying the more drunk they get, while others become more carefree. I was, of course, the latter. She was outgoing and could talk about anything and everything, her eyes were firm, her spirit was high, and she had an air of commanding authority. I could clearly feel the surprise and envy in her eyes. I don't know what time it was, but we were all a little reluctant to leave.

At the bar entrance, I looked into her eyes, flashing my masculine charm, and asked, "Going home, or coming to my place?"

"..." There was no answer, just a nod.

Normally, I would have taken this as a sign that she was going home, but at this moment I knew clearly that she had chosen the former.

When she opened the door to the room, Lily said, "I'm going to wash my face," and went into the bathroom, but didn't close the door. So I leaned against the door and watched her turn on the tap, wet a towel, and rub her flushed face. Her delicate, rosy skin, glistening with water, was exquisitely beautiful, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I walked up behind her, reached out from behind, and pulled her into my arms.

She let out a soft moan and collapsed into my embrace.

With such a beauty in my arms, I could hear my heart pounding. I gently kissed her ear, tenderly licking her earlobe and breathing into it. She flinched slightly, burying her head between her hands, too shy to lift it. My heart pounded like a thousand drums, yet I continued my flirtatious actions.

When I finally had the chance to be with this girl I had always secretly loved, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and I made one decision: I absolutely, absolutely had to treat her well and love her!

My lips slid past her ear, slowly landing on her cheek. Her hands had somehow released their grip; her lips were slightly parted, her starry eyes half-closed, and that tender, loving look ignited my desire, sending me soaring to new heights!

Our lips finally met, our tongues intertwined. Lily's lips and tongue possessed a power to conquer men, making me feel the allure hidden deep within her. I yanked her trench coat off, but not completely, leaving it caught on her arms, preventing her hands from moving. My hands unceremoniously slipped under her waist, lifting her clothes and caressing her full, firm breasts.

As I stroked her up and down, she let out a low moan, a sound indescribable in words, yet full of satisfaction and admiration. As my hand continued downwards, she tried anxiously to stop me, saying, "No, don't..."

But her trench coat blocked her hand, and my right hand strode straight in, reaching her "base camp." It turned out that it was already soaking wet. I bent my index finger and inserted about a third of it, thrusting it in and out of her vagina, while my left hand caressed her breasts, and my lips remained on her face, kissing her.

"Lily...look."

Lily looked up shyly at the two people in the mirror, then lowered her head again, completely limp.

I wanted to be gentle with her, but seeing the two of us in the mirror, and Lily's whimpering pleasure, I felt my blood boiling. I unzipped my pants, released my penis, and pressed it against her buttocks. Then I made her lie face down on the dressing table, pulled down her pants from behind, and thrust into her from behind.

"Ah..." Lily cried out, then arched her hips and continued thrusting.

After realizing it was a satisfied moan, I pressed on, each thrust hitting her hard, the smacking sounds clearly audible. Soon she began to moan loudly, "Ah...faster, mmm, I want more, faster...I'm almost there."

This was the most pleasurable moment; what could be more exhilarating than a man conquering a woman?

As I thrust, I asked her, "Is it good?"

"Extremely good."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Then...say something nice."

"Mmm, husband, husband, I want it, I want it!"

My penis continued inside the beautiful woman's body for about 45 minutes, finally reaching orgasm. "Lily, I'm coming. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Anywhere, husband."

"Then I want to cum in your mouth!"

"Mmm, okay."

Since the beauty requested it, I didn't hold back. My testicles slammed against her buttocks for a while, and I felt the energy in my body spreading outward from my dantian in concentric circles. At the same time, I quickly pulled out my penis, pinching the base with my fingers to resist the waves of pleasure. My understanding Xiaoli turned around, squatted in front of me, and took my penis into her mouth.

I took the opportunity to relax the pressure at the base, and the surging waves gushed out from my body and into Xiaoli's mouth, which she swallowed with a gulp.

We hugged each other, covered in sweat, and smiled at each other, feeling incredibly sweet.

—My goddess, I will never forget the thrill of that night.

(V)

The alarm clock woke me up at 7 o'clock, and I groggily turned off my phone. I stroked the person beside me with my eyes closed, her smooth body and silky hair within reach. A feeling of contentment washed over me. I opened my eyes and gazed at her sleeping form in the dim light. Her adorable sleeping posture, like a sleeping doll, filled me with tenderness, and I wished this moment could last forever.

Long afterward, I kept thinking about what I would have done if she had woken up at that moment. I knew I would have told her, "Shall we live together? I love you!" But she didn't; only her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

I couldn't bear to wake her, so I fumbled for my clothes. Today's meeting was scheduled for 8:30, and breakfast was from 7:30 to 8:00. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and walked to 1011. Hearing the sound of running water inside, I figured she was already up. I rang the doorbell a few times, and a voice called out, "Coming!" A click later, a clean-cut face smiled at me. "You're up early."

I yawned. "How are you? Feeling better?" Only then did I notice she was washing her face, still wearing thermal underwear, her slender figure clearly visible. I was momentarily stunned.

She rolled her eyes at me. "What are you looking at? Wait for me outside for a bit, okay?" Then she closed the door and went to do what she hadn't finished, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

The meeting started promptly at 8:30 AM. Representatives from the investment departments of Bank of America and Citibank presented their services, followed by a presentation from Standard Chartered Bank in Hong Kong, and then presentations from domestic investment banks. The entire meeting was conducted in English, with foreign speakers on stage and colleagues from various cities in China in the audience. I estimate that many people didn't understand much, as even I, a foreign language major, only understood about 80%. The morning passed quickly, and the last half hour was for questions.

A gentleman sitting in the back row stood up and asked his first question, which was immediately translated for him by a staff member from a foreign bank. When it was our turn to speak, Chen Jie lightly brushed her bangs aside and asked the speaker in fluent and native English how he viewed the current state of investment in China. The other person went on and on, concluding, "Given the current situation, I think it's a good time to invest in the stock market."

Chen Jie listened, remaining noncommittal, "I don't agree with your opinion. A bubble economy will affect the stock market. I forecast that it will decline in half a year. And as urban modernization is underway, we may invest in real estate."

It seems the two sides have differing investment perspectives. The foreigner meant that the stock market is currently overheated, so investing in it is the obvious choice. Chen Jie refuted this, arguing that the stock market is overheated and will inevitably decline in six months due to the bubble economy, but urban modernization is underway, making real estate investment a better option. (Six months later, the stock market indeed plummeted, while real estate boomed.)

Both viewpoints have their merits, and the audience was divided, each holding their own opinion. Then the host called for a short break for lunch, after which the delegates would exchange ideas again in the afternoon, thus concluding the discussion. However, Chen Jie's elegance, competence, and poise left a deep impression on everyone attending the meeting. I couldn't help but flatter her, saying, "Boss, I admire you so much!" She returned a wink in response. Of course, idiots usually can't distinguish between a wink and an eye roll.

During lunch, I dialed the room phone, which rang for a long time without being answered. I then dialed Li's cell phone, only to find it was switched off. I grumbled to myself for a while, not knowing why, but I was a little annoyed. I was somewhat distracted during lunch. The foreign speaker on stage came over and chatted with Chen Jie for a long time, but I wasn't interested in joining in; I just listened patiently. They were chatting for a while when they suddenly burst into laughter, clearly enjoying their conversation. Before leaving, they exchanged business cards and said they'd like to come to Nanjing for an exchange sometime.

Chen Jie asked me with concern, "What's wrong?"

I made up an excuse, "I caught a chill yesterday and I'm not feeling well."

"Then you shouldn't attend the meeting this afternoon; go home and rest."

I hesitated for a moment, then rushed upstairs. When I opened the door, the room was empty; she was gone. The blankets were neatly folded, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

Turning my head, I saw a note under the table with a few lines written on it: "A night of deep affection, I am grateful for your kindness; though we are separated, our friendship will last forever." I read the note several times, carefully pondering its meaning. She was implying that we worked in different places and couldn't be together, so she quietly left to preserve our friendship, hoping to meet again someday. I knew I couldn't persuade her, just as I couldn't keep her before. Aquarius women are always so decisive.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the light off, I could almost smell the fragrance of her pillow, and her graceful figure seemed to still be before my eyes. Watching her walk away, I couldn't utter a single word. I sighed deeply, realizing that happiness is fleeting, and life is just like that, nothing more.

I don't know how long I sat there, but suddenly someone pushed the door open and turned on the light. "What's wrong with you? You even forgot to close the door when you fell asleep." I knew Chen Jie was there from the voice. I didn't say anything. Maybe I looked a bit dazed, like something was wrong, because she came over and touched my forehead. "What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

I shook my head and forced a smile. "Nothing. Is it over? Are we going back tomorrow?"

"It's over. We can go back tomorrow. Sigh, I've been out for two days and haven't had time to go out. Let me tell you, Smith invited us out tonight." Smith was the vice president of the investment bank that Chen Jie had debated with earlier that day.

"It must have been a date with you. I'm not feeling well, I don't want to go."

"No way," she said, her face hardening and her lips pouting. "I

can't go alone." "Then don't go," I said, deliberately trying to annoy her.

"What are you going to do there?"

"Take care of me, I took care of you yesterday, you should repay me today."

Unexpectedly, she said, "That's right, I'll tell him I have something to do and can't go. I'll stay with you tonight." Her words were so ambiguous, my heart skipped a beat. I looked at her closely, and suddenly thought of Li, my heart aching again.

While she was on the phone, I closed my eyes again, savoring the pain, overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Many people think Aquarians are fickle, but fickleness is just a facade. My feelings for her were truly sincere. The sounds of Chen Jie and the foreigner explaining themselves faded into the distance, and I couldn't help but drift off to sleep again. I

don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, someone was sitting by the bed, which startled me. Then I remembered it was Chen Jie keeping me company. Perhaps she was tired, she was also dozing off. I examined her closely. She had a fair complexion, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, slender eyes, and thin lips. While not a beauty, she exuded femininity.

Suddenly, I wanted to tease her. I waved my hand in front of her face, but there was no response. So I stroked her hair, still no reaction. I sat up, walked behind her, and gently tapped her back. She hummed in response, continuing to enjoy my massage with her eyes closed.

I grew bolder and began to tap her back more earnestly, sometimes firmly, sometimes massaging her shoulders. After ten minutes, her body became increasingly limp, her eyes half-closed, completely absorbed in the pleasure. A wicked thought surged within me. I had just lost one woman, and now heaven had sent another. Whoever she was, I was prepared to make her my woman.

I began by gently tapping the back of her head, then casually stroking her hair. Not much, but very smooth. She didn't move, and I grew bolder, moving my hand to her fair neck, lingering there for a while. Then I pinched her earlobe; it was soft and cool, and after a while, her ear started to feel hot.

I slowly moved my hand, tracing it back and forth on her back. Through her sweater, I could feel the soft fabric of her bra, the tightness of her bra, and her warm flesh. I held my breath, slowly bringing my lips closer to her fair neck. I could see her fine hairs trembling at the sensation of my breath, but she didn't say anything. Finally, my lips touched her skin. I kissed her carefully, moving to her earlobe, then took it in my mouth and gently licked it, hearing her soft moan.

Her head was lowered, so I turned her face to the side, my fingers touching her burning cheek, the warmth reigniting my passion. I closed my eyes, our cheeks touching, colliding, slowly yet eagerly searching for her lips. I kissed her tenderly, and she didn't resist for long. When I forcefully parted her lips with my tongue, she released her fragrant, smooth tongue, which intertwined with mine.

While kissing passionately, I caressed her earlobe, neck, and cheeks with my hands. When I was sure she was aroused, I slipped my hand down her collar, and although I didn't go very deep, I felt a slight curve.

My hands couldn't stay idle any longer. I grabbed her hand and guided it to caress me. She hugged me tightly, slipped her hand under my belt, and groped my back before moving to the front, her hand moving down from my abdomen. I tensed my lower abdomen; my burning penis felt that slender hand touching it, and my whole body tensed even more.

She smiled seductively at me, reached over with her other hand, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down my zipper, along with all my pants, revealing my proud, erect penis. She cupped it in both hands, pulled back the foreskin, looked at it, and said, "Eat sausage." She lowered her head and took it into her mouth, gently swallowing and spitting it out.

I felt my penis enveloped in a warm, moist place, which felt incredibly comfortable and aroused me even more. I kept making demands, "Come on, swallow it all." She opened her small mouth wide and slowly swallowed my bulging, veiny member, feeling a surge of pride.

I held her head and thrust forward with all my might. She tried her best to meet my thrusts, her charming smile framing my erection, which made my blood boil.

I began to violently undress her, quickly stripping her naked. Her

delicate, fair body was exposed under the orange-red light. I pressed myself against her, excitedly licking her beautiful breasts. She gently stroked my hair, pushing my head down.

I kissed my way down from her chest to her pubic hair. It wasn't big, and it was clean and white. I stuck out my tongue and licked it; it tasted salty, and the entrance to her vagina was a little wet. I heard her moan, so I licked it again, and sure enough, she cried out again. I held her down, preventing her from moving, and gently licked the entrance. She completely lost control, letting out moans, and the water inside her kept flowing, soon becoming a babbling brook. She suddenly grabbed my penis and cried out, "Come on, I can't take it anymore, come on!"

I lay on top of her, my erect penis meeting her entrance. The moment the seal closed, I felt a small, tight, and incredibly elastic space envelop me. It was a young woman's private domain, which she had opened up to me. She gave me the pleasure of a mature woman, and she passionately cried out beneath me, "Go for it, fuck me!" My blood was boiling, and I lingered in her cave, thrusting in and out while kissing her passionately. Each time I sucked her saliva, my spear would dilate, and she would spasm.

I don't know how long we thrust, but gradually her eyes rolled back, and her movements quickened. She kept calling out, "Ah, ah..." I also increased the frequency, feeling a suction from the cave below. My body gradually went limp, and the pleasure gathered at the tip of my spear. Finally, with a shout, the pleasure burst forth, and she also let out her most powerful cry. Then we embraced and kissed tenderly, our lower bodies still tightly connected.

I have to admit that making love with a young woman is quite enjoyable. I also have to admit that when we make love, I forget my sorrows.

(VI)

My trip to Shanghai ended, and I returned to Nanjing.

Li's matter brought me a lot of unhappiness, and I had no intention of looking for Yang Qian that day. Unexpectedly, her call came first. "Kitty, you're back. Why didn't you call me? We have an amateur event tonight, I have a segment, are you coming?"

"Really? I'll see, I'll be there early after work."

"Okay. Goodbye, Kitty."

Her sweet, cloying voice was strangely pleasant. Thinking of her long, slender legs, I suddenly felt my penis harden, and a lecherous smile appeared on my face. Wait a minute? When did I, this righteous and awe-inspiring Aquarius, become like this?

I suddenly snapped out of my daze and looked around the bustling office. The woman next to me, Chen Jie, smiled sweetly at me, and I felt even more tense. I quickly covered that area with the hem of my shirt and looked down at the documents, my mind racing.

When I returned after lunch, everyone else had gone to their rooms for a nap. I sat at Chen Jie's desk and chatted with her. She asked me why I was so nervous that morning. I looked around to make sure no one was there, then reached out and patted her cheek. "It's all your fault. You gave me that lewd grin, and it made me go weak all over."

"Really?" she chuckled. "Then where was it hard?"

"What do you think?"

She deliberately rubbed her arm against my crotch, pretending not to care, and said, "I've eaten the biggest sausages."

I teased her back, "Who?"

"My husband, of course."

"Huh? His is bigger than mine?"

"Of course, his is a third longer than yours."

I don't know if it was true or not, but I felt a little disappointed. She quickly added, "But I'm a bit older now, not as hard as you, and I don't last as long either." Damn, I couldn't resist nuzzling my erect crotch against her chest. She blushed and reached out to touch it twice, softly exclaiming, "You're really strong, young man. And as hard as an iron rod."

I laughed and said, "Next time I'll let you experience my prowess."

She licked her lips, her face full of lust, "Who's afraid of who? I'll definitely turn you into a dead snake."

I wanted nothing more than to strip her clothes off right then and there and have my way with her in front of everyone. I never imagined that once a woman lets loose, she could be so irresistible to a man.

That afternoon, I happened to answer a consultation call. It was about business matters; it was a project consultation from a Hong Kong investment company in Jiangsu. The caller spoke with a Hong Kong accent, introduced himself as Tony, and asked me to send him an email with information about our company. I agreed. Before leaving work, I compiled the information and sent it to him. Then, I happily went to the restroom to wash my face and freshen up.

Looking at my younger self in the mirror, I suddenly had a strange feeling. This feeling came unexpectedly, making me sense that my life was about to change. As an Aquarius, I often have this strange feeling that compels me to seize every opportunity to elevate my life.

After carefully reflecting on the past few days, I suddenly realized that losing Li might not be such a bad thing. Perhaps this will allow me to focus seriously on the present and face reality more directly. Otherwise, an Aquarius might forever live in their own dream world.

Having figured this out, standing on the 24th floor, facing the city lights coming on, I told myself, "Let bygones be bygones. From now on, I will cherish what's around me!" I don't know if it's sadness or joy, but my eyes felt moist. Are all Aquarians as sentimental as I am?

When I went to see Yang Qian, I went to the wrong place, and the performance had already started. Three girls performed a fan dance together. I looked closely and recognized one of the heavily made-up girls as her. They were all wearing bright red and black-trimmed shorts and green lantern pants, with two small braids, looking incredibly youthful and cute. Their white, lotus-root-like arms were exposed as they danced with peach blossom fans. The small-sized costumes accentuated the curves of their chests, waists, and hips, making the surrounding people's eyes practically pop out. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

After dancing for a while, the music changed to energetic disco, and their style shifted to a hot and energetic dance. The three girls jumped, did splits, and lay down, their movements rhythmic and synchronized, drawing loud cheers and applause from the audience.

Then, amidst the increasingly fast-paced music, a sudden high note abruptly stopped the music. Yang Qian and the others simultaneously performed a 180-degree hip split, leaning their upper bodies back over their thighs, striking a seductive pose with their hands raised. The men cheered, clapping enthusiastically, while desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the beautiful skin revealed by the hoisted-up socks.

I went backstage to see her. When she saw me, she didn't even bother to change her clothes, tilting her head up and asking, "How is it? Pretty?"

I looked into her eyes sincerely and said, "Pretty." It really was; her makeup was still on, her cheeks were rosy, her skin was fair, and her high breasts were so close, I thought she was a true youthful beauty.

I couldn't resist quietly taking her hand. She shyly let me linger for a moment, then pulled away, saying, "There are so many people here."

I smiled and whispered in her ear, "Shall we find a secluded spot?"

She chuckled and said, "No way. I've already made plans to get some late-night snacks with some friends." She must have been talking about her dancing friends. I realized I hadn't eaten dinner either, so I decided to go with them.

Including her two friends, there were four of us in total, and we went to a hot pot restaurant. A grown man with three beautiful girls drew envious glances from passersby to our table. As they chattered about ordering the broth and dishes, I inadvertently glanced at their faces, and their exquisite beauty stirred my imagination.

The petite girl to my left with a pretty face is Wang Lili. The girl opposite me has incredibly fair skin, elegant manners, and occasionally a smile that reveals shallow dimples; she's dignified and beautiful, and her name is Zhang Ying. Yang Qian sits to my right, lively and adorable, constantly chatting with them about the food and the dancing.

We ordered our food and two bottles of beer. Since we weren't very familiar with each other, I didn't say much, just chatting casually around the charcoal fire over the pot of red and white broth. Surprisingly, those two girls could really drink; in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, both bottles were empty. At this moment, the soup was bubbling in the pot, and just as the atmosphere was getting lively, Wang Lili started to become quite animated.

"Come on, let's drink!"

After a few drinks, I inwardly groaned. Although I'm a self-proclaimed Aquarius, I'm not a heavy drinker. My alcohol tolerance has always been low, and today I couldn't even handle Wang Lili alone. Yang Qian was also relatively weak; after two drinks, her face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and her head kept leaning against the table.

Zhang Ying ate with great elegance, like a well-bred young lady, while Wang Lili kept acting coquettishly in front of me. I don't know if she's always this outgoing, or if it's because she's close to Yang Qian, but in the end, she even called me "Big Brother."

Three hours passed in a flash, and I had already drunk quite a bit; any more and I'd embarrass myself. If I hadn't been supporting Yang Qian, she would have crawled under the table long ago. I pulled her along and whispered in her ear, "If you can't drink, then don't drink! Look at you."

She kept saying, "Okay, okay," though I wasn't sure if she understood me.

I said, "I'll take you all home one by one."

Zhang Ying smiled, and Wang Lili said, "Okay, big brother, you'll take me home last."

I dragged Yang Qian up, "Little pig, let's go!"

After all that, it turned out these three lived in the same apartment building. It was a very nice apartment, three bedrooms and a living room, probably their company's dormitory. I put the woman who was completely drunk on her bed, felt nauseous, and had a bad feeling. I suppressed the urge to vomit and rushed to the bathroom, where I vomited into the toilet.

When I came out, I saw Wang Lili in the living room, looking flustered. She said, "Zhang Ying is upset that I made you like this, and she told me to take you home."

I glanced at Zhang Ying, who rolled her eyes and said, "I don't care. I drank too much too, and I'm so tired today. I'm going to sleep." She leisurely went back to her bedroom.

I felt quite embarrassed. "Wang Lili, I'm fine. I can go home by myself."

Wang Lili said, "How about this, have a cup of tea, rest for a while, and then you can go."

I held the cup of tea and sat in the living room, feeling rather bored. After thinking for a while, I decided to say goodbye. Wang Lili came out of her bedroom, changed into a cartoon-themed pajama, and let her hair fall over her shoulders. She asked me, "Are you feeling better?"

I suddenly felt like she was all alone, and a pang of sadness hit me. I said, "I should go." I stood up and put down my cup.

She said with concern, "Have another glass of water. I'm afraid you might go out and lie on the street, unable to find your way home, and someone might come after me."

I chuckled and let her pour me another glass of water. She stood for a while and said, "Come and look at my photos. The living room is making too much noise for everyone."

I nodded and went into her bedroom. There was a bed, a desk, and a stool in the bedroom. She sat on the bed, turned on the desk lamp, and handed me the photo album, which I flipped through one by one.

She picked out a CD, which was pop music from South Korea. Although the volume was turned down, the rhythm was very strong. She gently swayed along, nodding her head, and explained the music to me.

The atmosphere was particularly nice at that moment, with the dim yellow light and a beautiful woman beside me. My heart swayed with the music, as if in a dream. However, I finally woke up. I tried hard to free my mind from those despicable wild thoughts and managed to say goodbye.

She nodded, opened the door, and saw me out. As I said goodbye, my fingers touched hers, a light touch that expressed my attachment and helplessness.

(VII)

The next morning, I had a terrible headache and called to ask for sick leave. I slept until noon and didn't want to get up. Just then, my phone rang. It was Chen Jie calling, asking if I had eaten anything. I said no, and she said, "Wait a minute, I'll bring you some takeout." So

I got up, washed up, and waited for her.

I rented my room myself, 1000 yuan a month, a two-bedroom apartment. I don't like sharing with others, so I've never intended to rent out the other room. That's fine, Aquarians like to think about problems alone.

Chen Jie was wearing a sharp business suit, which accentuated her delicate features; her shrewd and capable appearance clearly indicated she was an office worker. She walked in and saw me staring at her: "What are you looking at?"

"You're beautiful."

"Really?"

I said, "No wonder everyone calls you a 'white-bone demon' these days!"

"Huh?"

"White-collar, backbone, shrewd, white-bone demon!"

She chuckled, and I, holding her hand, forgot all about eating. I opened the lunchbox and saw quite a lot: braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, mapo tofu, braised chicken, and a poached egg. I shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice, then looked up at her and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten."

Seeing her gentle and graceful demeanor, a thought crossed my mind, and I gave her a lewd grin. "Then, do you want some more?"

She immediately understood what I meant, her eyes sparkling, and she smiled seductively, saying, "I do."

I felt as if my body had been set ablaze, and I'm sure my eyes were glued to her. I said, "Then why don't you come over here?"

I took her hand, stroked her head, and gently pressed her down. She slowly squatted down, burying her face between my legs, rubbing against me. As I ate, I felt her teeth biting down on my zipper and pulling it down. I paused my chopsticks, patted her head twice as encouragement.

Her face flushed, and she finally unzipped the zipper with her mouth. She began to caress my penis, and I couldn't help but groan. She looked up at me with a captivating, alluring gaze, her charm beyond words. Then she lowered her head again, rubbing her face against my erect member, looking utterly ecstatic. Feeling the warmth on my face and seeing the gentle woman's submissive expression, my penis quickly hardened, almost too much for her to handle. She looked at her treasure in surprise, slightly opening her mouth, her luscious red lips taking the glans into her mouth.

A wet, warm, soft sensation traveled from the tip of my penis to my brain. I almost lost control, dropping my chopsticks and pressing her head down, forcing her to continue. She had no choice but to obediently move her mouth forward, swallowing half of my thick penis. Her small mouth, stretched unbearably, gave me a resentful look. I gently helped her lift her head back slightly, letting her catch her breath.

Then I increased the pressure, pressing her head all the way down and commanding, "Swallow it all!"

She didn't utter a sound, straining to swallow my thick, sausage-like penis completely, her tongue still licking the inside. I felt the pleasure intensify tenfold, and holding her head, I began to thrust. Each time the liquid reached deep into her throat, a tight, pleasurable sensation washed over me. Coupled with her efforts to swallow, her red lips, elegant uniform, and snow-white skin gave me immense pleasure, and my movements became increasingly frenzied. Each thrust inevitably caused her to jerk. After about ten thrusts, I released her.

She began to pant, "Really, so rough. Yours is so big, it's choking me."

"I don't care anymore, you can play by yourself," I said, continuing to eat.

She then began to play with my penis, touching it all over, licking it with her tongue. After a while, she actually unbuckled my belt, reached inside, and touched my testicles, saying, "So big, so hard."

Seeing that I'd almost finished, I stood up and walked towards the bed, saying, "You're in such a hurry! You must be all wet."

She suddenly pounced on me, saying, "It's all your fault! I want you to make it up to me!"

I said helplessly, "Make it up to you, okay?" I pulled her close and kissed her first. Our wet tongues intertwined for a long time, my hands roaming over her body, leaving no trace untouched.

She collapsed weakly against me, her hands moving from my face to my chest, then to my back, buttocks, thighs, finally settling on my penis. Then, unable to resist, she bent down and took it into her mouth, diligently servicing it. My penis grew hotter, bigger, and harder in her mouth. I let out a low growl and laid her flat on the bed. Her snow-white, delicate body lay sprawled out. I lifted her long, slender, white legs and forcefully parted them, revealing that alluring cavern.

I straddled her, my lips pressed against her face, and kissed her. She breathed softly, her eyes almost overflowing with tears. I felt my long spear touch the entrance and thrust it in heavily. A satisfied moan escaped from deep within her throat.

After a few slow rounds, I felt her vagina begin to contract, and the cool sensation kept stimulating my glans. I said, "Ah, you haven't already ejaculated, have you?"

She rested her head on my chest and said shyly, "I don't know what happened. I missed you so much today, and I couldn't help getting wet as soon as I saw you. As soon as you went in, I felt like I was going to climax."

Hearing this, I suddenly felt so great, so I started thrusting quickly again. At first, she suppressed her moans and groans, but then she screamed loudly without any restraint. I only felt the cool sensation constantly stimulating my glans, both numb and tingling, and I didn't even have the strength to thrust anymore. I could only lie on her snow-white body and rest for a while. The two exchanged another passionate kiss, tender and lingering, their words overflowing.

Once the initial sensation subsided, I began thrusting again. I raised her legs to penetrate deeper, her hands constantly trying to caress our point of contact, while she cooed in a seductive voice, "Fuck me! Harder, husband."

I thrust relentlessly, like a mad stallion. She encouraged me with her voice and her body, and I saw my sweat dripping onto her breasts. She seemed oblivious, swaying her hips to my rhythm, lost in the pleasure of sex.

Slowly, like water boiling, I felt a faint, tingling sensation spreading from my lower abdomen downwards, threatening to burst forth. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I whispered, "I'm almost there."

She moaned, "It's okay, come on. Give it all to me, shoot it inside! Ah...ah...oh..."

I finally released myself at the moment of climax, thousands of sperm surging into her cave, stimulating her to tremble all over. In the throes of her orgasm, she held me tightly, "Ah...darling, you're so amazing...I'm about to fly away in bliss."

We nestled together, eyes closed, resting. My hands roamed over her beautiful skin. Feeling a little tired, I soon fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw her already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, still that dignified lady, that office woman, shrewd and capable, with a clear sense of right and wrong. I even wondered if it was her who was moaning under me just now?

She said, "If you don't have anything to do this afternoon, you shouldn't go."

I thought for a moment, "I can't sleep here anyway, I'll go to class and see. If there's nothing to do, I'll leave early. Besides, I'll miss you." She must have liked that last sentence the most, and she smiled.

(VIII)

In the afternoon, when it was almost time to leave work, my phone rang. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard a Hong Kong-accented Mandarin speaker say, "Hello, this is Tony. We've seen the introduction you sent. We'll fax you the project information for Nanjing later. Please take a look and give us your reply tomorrow, okay?"

I chuckled, "Sure, I'll check the fax later and get back to you tomorrow."

(One)

Holding a cup of Lipton black tea, sitting by the transparent glass on the second floor of this KFC, looking out, the late autumn night is exceptionally beautiful.

Imagine: with your collar turned up, walking through the falling leaves, doesn't it look just like a scene from a romantic movie?

"I love you just the way you are, I love your temperament..." Lin Zhixuan's gentle song drifted through the air, a warm breeze emanating from the heater, making my cheeks flush slightly, as if I'd had a drink.

The surroundings were noisy, bustling with people. Many years later, when I recall that day, it still feels so clear and moving. She appeared at the stairwell in that very setting.

In this internet-connected 21st century, perhaps everyone has had the experience of meeting an online friend for the first time. But how many people can remember how they felt then? Anxiety, worry, fantasy, or excitement? I think I felt all of those things, but as a natural Aquarius, calmness and caution are my innate instincts.

Once I could grasp her moods online, we started exchanging photos. Although they weren't very clear, I could roughly make out her facial features, so we wouldn't look too different in person.

In front of me was a cup of black tea (bought for me) and a bag of fries (bought for her). Just like we agreed yesterday, "I'll be wearing a black jacket, leaning against the window, waiting for you with a cup of black tea."

I thought no one else would be like me. And indeed, no one else looked like I was waiting for someone.

When she entered the restaurant, I noticed her, and she noticed our table at the same time.

"Hi, I'm Rose. You're Kitty, right?" Rose and Kitty are, of course, our online nicknames. It felt a little strange calling each other that in real life.

I put on an air of knowing all along. "What do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you."

"Hmm, anything is fine."

Being a Chinese man is actually quite painful. Aside from that moment of conquest in bed, it feels like a slave society. Because besides paying the bill, we also had to play a difficult guessing game, which included this task of buying "anything is fine."

Luckily, I'm a calm and witty Aquarius guy; guessing games are no challenge for me.

A plate of chicken wings and black tea was placed in front of the young lady, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her smiling eyes. Looking at her closely, I noticed her delicate eyebrows, large eyes, high nose, small lips with lipstick, and fair skin without a single scar from her face to her neck. She wore a red and blue Jeans sweater and jeans, which perfectly accentuated her youthful curves. I fell in love with her instantly.

"Hey, you look way cooler in person than in the photos."

"Really? That's just how I am, it's natural, not an act."

"Hehe," the girl's voice was so pleasant, "Are you nervous?" "

How could I be? We Aquarians are the calmest of the twelve zodiac signs."

"You always talk about Aquarius, with such pride, you seem to know a lot about astrology?"

"A little bit. You don't know, Aquarians are very interested in these unorthodox things, mysticism, and are also influenced by Neptune, so we love learning, freedom, and equality." I deliberately omitted the part about being philanthropic.

"By the way, what's your sign?"

"Scorpio."

"What?" I shuddered, "Scorpio is the most mysterious sign, and if it's a woman, they're the most charming."

She looked at me with a smile, boasting.

A little while later, the black tea was finished, and I said, "Let me get you some more water."

"No, I drank too much tea tonight, I can't sleep."

"It's good you can't sleep, you can call me."

"You're so vain, you naughty cat."

It's so wonderful to have a beautiful woman acting coquettishly.

We'd already chatted for two hours over dinner. Rose's real name is Yang Qian, and she just graduated and works as a clerk in a joint venture. We talked about university life, our workplaces, our favorite movies, and I could see her beautiful eyes constantly fixed on me, captivated by my conversation. As we continued our long chatter, I occasionally caught a glimpse of her cherry-like lips, and my mind wandered to unspeakable thoughts, causing a sudden flutter in my heart.

"Let's go, let's go to the night market."

A little mishap occurred as Yang Qian and I walked down the steps. The floor of the KFC had just been mopped, and it was slippery. Yang Qian's little leather shoes slipped, she cried out in surprise, and she fell forward. In a flash, without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her sweater like an eagle catching a chick, pulling her firmly and stopping her slide, bringing her into my arms.

She seemed startled, nestled in my arms for a long time without moving. I was happy to enjoy this feeling of being pampered. Just as I was savoring this tenderness, she blushed and left me.

When you're alone in late autumn, sadness can involuntarily take over your heart. If you're on a street in late autumn with a pretty girl, that would feel romantic.

After looking at the dazzling array of trinkets, the endless rows of audio-visual products, the stacks of books, the stars in the sky, the nearby neon lights, and the distant trees, our two young hearts drew closer and closer, becoming increasingly reluctant to

part. The lights dimmed; it was time to say goodbye, wasn't it?

"Well then, goodbye! Kitty."

"Well then, goodbye! Lovely Rose." The intimacy from the internet was starting to translate into reality—perhaps a sign.

I extended my hand to her, and she looked at me and extended hers too. We clasped hands, smiled at each other.

That gentle touch was enough to keep me reminiscing for a whole night.

A beautiful life is beckoning me, and a successful date is half the battle won!

(II)

It's been a week since our last date, and we've been talking on the phone for hours every day. My happy mood lasts all day, and I feel radiant and more handsome than ever. This must be what love feels like—it's wonderful!

On weekend evening, we went to a dance at a university. Anyone who's just graduated knows how nostalgic it is; we cherish our school days and reminisce whenever we have the chance. Although the facilities were simple, the youthful energy was far more abundant than any other dance.

Stepping onto the wooden floor of the gymnasium used as a dance hall, amidst a large group of dancers and hundreds of onlookers, in the dim lighting and soft music, we were both there. One was 1.78 meters tall, with a handsome face accentuated by a dark blue jacket and brown trousers; the other was 1.6 meters tall, with a cute figure in a white sweater and dark blue Lee jeans. Three-step, four-step, little La, tango, cha-cha, rumba—we danced to whatever music was available, whether we knew it or not, we were all on the dance floor, completely forgetting ourselves, lost in this dazzling and vibrant moment.

Occasionally, I would catch glimpses of the faces of the students watching—some envious, some jealous, some feigning indifference. I could only dance even more gracefully with my sweetheart, repaying the happiness she had given me.

—Youth is wonderful! Yang Qian is wonderful!

The advantage of dancing is that it speeds up the process of getting closer to each other. Because you're constantly holding hands and hugging, it becomes quite normal to go on and off the dance floor hand in hand. So I held her soft little hand the whole time, and I tried hard to restrain the urge to kiss her. After all, Aquarius isn't like Sagittarius or Leo; we're not exactly ready to perform in public.

Around ten o'clock, the dance ended. The orderly crowd slowly dispersed, and the dance hall began to empty, with a desolate feeling of the music ending and the party over. A chill suddenly ran through me. I wondered if Yang Qian and I would also experience such desolation in the future? Then my gaze fell on her beautiful face, and something else immediately came to mind.

I secretly loosened my grip on her hand, knowing she could easily slip off if she wanted. But she didn't, making me realize this girl probably liked me too. So, from now on, let's climb the mountain of happiness together! I encouraged myself.

University campuses always have a forbidden zone for restless teenagers, usually a small garden or lawn. The school and students are usually accommodating; this place is only restricted during occasional periods of strict moral education, but usually everyone turns a blind eye. So, should it be called the "Garden of Eden of Happiness" or the "Birthplace of Original Sin"? Perhaps "Jointly Guarded Zone" would be better.

"Looks like you're quite a dancer," I flattered Yang Qian.

"I used to study dance for a while."

"Really? What kind of dance?" I turned to look at her; her eyes were sparkling.

"Folk dance."

The profound term left me a little confused. I tried to explain it in simpler terms. "Do you still have any skills? Like, can you do splits or something?"

"Of course." Yang Qian let go of me, did a jump on the spot, naturally extending her legs in mid-air, opening them to a 180-degree angle, bringing them together, and landing—the whole process was very relaxed and neat.

"Wow, that's amazing!" I clapped exaggeratedly, but what filled me with was a different kind of surprise. It was amazing; wasn't this top-notch? Meeting a beautiful woman online is already a blessing from a past life, but to meet one who can dance and spread her legs to the extreme is simply a miracle. For a moment, I almost knelt on the grass, thanking God for the blessing bestowed upon us Aquarians.

"What are you doing?" The beautiful Yang Qian noticed my strange gaze. If she knew what I was thinking, I wonder how she would kick me over with her beautiful legs.

"I was thinking how lucky I am to have met you."

Yang Qian lowered her head shyly, probably looking for a place to sit.

I stepped forward and took her arm. "Be careful, it's a bit wet here. It wouldn't be good to get your flowery clothes dirty."

Frozen!

I didn't expect that she would look up at me at this moment, her charming eyes looking at me as if she was very moved. Although we were more than 0.01 centimeters apart at the time, a second later, we were practically touching.

It was a dark and windy night, the blackness of the night enveloping us both. There was no one around, and with such a beautiful woman beside me, how could I not be moved?

Just like the lyrics say, "A gentle kiss, and my heart is stolen away..." I lowered my head and gently touched her lips. She didn't push me away, which gave me a lot of courage. So

I reached behind her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her again. She couldn't help but close her eyes shyly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips gently responding to my kiss. My lips slowly parted hers, I licked her lips with my tongue, and then slowly slipped inside, searching for her fragrant tongue. The girl's tongue responded little by little, wet and slippery, tasted wonderful, and my pants involuntarily tightened. I could also feel her face starting to burn.

After a long while, we finally separated, but we were already embracing each other.

"You're so naughty," Yang Qian teased me.

"Then I'll be naughty one more time." Without another word, I kissed her forcefully. She didn't even have time to catch her breath, she let out a soft "mmm," and our two hot tongues intertwined again, savoring the fruit of love.

This time, my hands began to move, stroking her back. The girl gasped softly as she was caressed. My hands lifted her sweater, touching her skin. She trembled slightly, then stopped struggling. My right hand moved up her back, massaging her smooth skin.

At the same time, our tongues were still teasing each other. My hand slowly touched a strap; I knew it was a bra clasp. Slowly unhooking it, I could fully touch her back muscles. As I gently caressed her, Yang Qian made small sounds in her throat, I couldn't tell if she was comfortable or uncomfortable, but she obediently complied, and her hands began to caress my back, while her oral movements became more intense.

My hands finally moved to the front, one right hand covering one small, delicate breast. My masculine desire swelled, yet I continued to caress it gently. The kissing stopped temporarily; she tilted her head back, squinted her eyes, felt herself, and let out soft moans. Her breasts, under my constant caresses, began to harden, and her nipples hardened.

I finally lifted her sweater with both hands, intending to cover her mouth with mine. Feeling the coolness, she said, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see her."

She fell silent, for the first time immersing herself in a man's caresses. I turned her sweater up, revealing her fair skin, two soft, dove-like breasts, full and round. I took her right breast into my mouth. In an instant, the pleasure caused by the warmth traveled from her breasts to her brain; her body trembled, enjoying it, and she involuntarily hugged me tighter.

As I licked her glistening breasts, my hand slowly moved downwards, through her pants, down, caressing some sparse hair. As I moved further down, her hand tightly covered that spot, the place I wanted to go.

"No," she said softly, yet with a hint of determination.

"Just a touch."

"No."

I knew this was a young girl's modesty. To show respect, I withdrew my hand and took hers instead. She placed her hand behind my back, and I guided it inside my clothes. She complied, beginning to caress every inch of my back. The different structure of a man sparked her curiosity, and I guided her hand forward and downward again, inhaling and contracting my waist to allow her hand to pass smoothly.

She was curious, yet shy. Her small hand slowly explored down, past my hairy abdomen, and touched my erect penis. I let her hold it, and she did, trembling with excitement. The hardness and heat of the man overwhelmed her, and she kept moaning, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" I, however, was enjoying the pleasure of being touched.

Just as she was lost in the sensation of my penis, I began a new round of attack. I unzipped her pants, my fingers slipped inside her panties, and probed into her paradise. Perhaps because no one had ever been able to penetrate her before, when my warm hand reached her genitals, she completely softened, unable to muster any strength to resist me. My fingers, lubricated by her warm, wet vaginal fluid, moved back and forth in her vagina. Although they weren't fully inside, the sensation of caressing was enough to make her lose her senses.

I felt increasingly aroused and unzipped my pants, fully revealing my manhood. Although her eyes remained closed, her hand was on it, making subtle stroking motions. I pulled her head towards my abdomen. In her dazed state, she came closer. Then I commanded her, "Look!"

She opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a swaying, firm, throbbing male organ. She cried out in surprise and quickly closed her eyes again. But I didn't let up, forcefully bringing my penis close to her face.

"No!" She turned away and firmly ignored my things.

Maybe I was a little too hasty, and the little girl couldn't accept oral sex all of a sudden. I had no choice but to ask her to hold my stick again and move it up and down. She seemed to enjoy it.

So I stared at that beautiful face and let my little beauty give me a handjob while feeling lustful, until I completely erupted, and the thick semen burst onto the grass. I kept imagining the way that little red mouth held my genitals, thinking that this day would come soon.

My beautiful girl, how can I make you happy forever?

(3)

Speaking of which, I am very lucky to know Yang Qian. It can be regarded as a miracle.

My name is Li Jun, I'm 25 years old, and I graduated from university just two years ago. I work in the business department of an investment bank. Due to business needs, we upgraded to the latest servers last year, allowing us to stay connected with Reuters terminals 24/7 to obtain the latest business data. This meant my desktop computer was also updated, and I could stay online more often.

One thing young people can't do without online chatting and making friends is chatting. I've joined nine dating clubs, including the famous Asian Dating Center. However, there are always more people watching than participating, and even those I do connect with often don't meet my standards and are rejected. Being an Aquarius, I'm not exactly picky.

I finally found a new dating website and targeted local girls. One girl named Rose had a particularly interesting profile. She wrote: "If you see me, you won't leave; if you leave me, you won't miss me; if you miss me, then you've made a mistake; if you've made a mistake, then please don't say that you, in your youth, will never regret it."

This strange statement touched me, and I tried messaging her to chat online. Like all online friendships, we gradually became familiar. She knew I was unconventional in class, loved poetry and prose, had a chivalrous spirit, and was arrogant and boastful. I knew her work schedule, her leisure activities at home, her circle of friends, and even the time she went to bed. But when I asked her about the origin of that passage, she didn't offer much explanation, only saying that she wrote it on a sudden impulse.

Since returning from the dance last week, the physical intimacy has made our relationship increasingly intimate. When I realized I was starting to fall for her, I kept reminding myself.

Why? This involves the psychology of an Aquarius. I'm a typical Aquarius; maintaining my freedom is my top priority. I don't want to be stuck with her all the time. I imagine a vast future ahead, perhaps with many, many girlfriends. Giving up the whole forest for one tree would be a huge loss. Secondly, Aquarians are the best at treating friends, but they don't quite distinguish between friendship and love. For me, Yang Qian might just be a very good friend, but I'm confused about whether it's love.

Just then, my company asked me to go on a business trip to Shanghai for a week-long meeting. I thought this might be a good opportunity to clear my head; after all, a bottle should always be kept clear.

Yang Qian on the other end of the phone seemed a little sad when she heard I was going on a business trip, but I proudly told her I would be back soon. Shanghai, that bustling metropolis, where my life unexpectedly took a turn.

Accompanying me on the business trip was Chen Jie, a deputy manager from our department, who was only 29 years old. You could say she was my mentor; she was fair-skinned, with thin cheeks, long, curved eyes, and shoulder-length short hair—very charming. I quite liked her, but she had been married for several years. We have a good relationship. I often buy her breakfast on my way to work in the morning, and she helps me a lot with my work.

We boarded a long-distance bus on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway to Shanghai together, and less than half an hour later, Chen Jie started to get carsick. Her brows were furrowed, her face was pale, and she kept gagging. If I had known this would happen, we would have taken the train instead of going through this ordeal. I sometimes get carsick too, but after working and traveling all over the country for the past two years, I've gotten much better. However, I still keep carsickness medicine, medicated oil, and a dozen plastic bags in my travel bag just in case. This is also a manifestation of the thoroughness of an Aquarius's thinking.

After vomiting, applying the oil, and taking the medicine, she finally calmed down. I drifted off to sleep, and as I slept, she rested her head on my shoulder. I had no choice; thinking of flattering her, I let the manager lean on me. Luckily, she didn't snore or drool.

Things went relatively smoothly after that. Upon arriving in Shanghai, I went to the conference venue to register, and they arranged accommodations. Because they were a large client, the hospitality was quite good. Chen Jie and I both stayed in a four-star hotel; I was in room 1010, and she was in 1011, across from me. After dinner, Chen Jie still wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. I also went to arrange my own activities.

Shanghai is my dream city because it's the country's financial center. Financial elites thrive here, and investment and wealth management businesses are booming. Shanghai is my dream city, because someone I like—Li—is there.

Li was my high school classmate, born 12 months older than me, making her an Aquarius. Aquarians are usually very charming, and this Aquarius girl was no exception. In high school, she had a round face, big cat eyes, and although not tall, she looked like a Japanese anime character—very cute. She was my crush, but I was too short then, and I'd heard she was dating several handsome guys, so I never dared to confess. Later, she got into the Literature Department at Shanghai University, while I studied in Nanjing. We kept in touch by letter, catching up on each other's lives.

One spring, she came to Nanjing for a visit, and I went to accompany her. A light spring rain was falling. I held an umbrella in one hand and tentatively put my arm around her shoulder with the other, and she didn't refuse. From the school gate to my dorm, I maintained that position, my heart overflowing with joy. I thought I now had the right to pursue her. After she went back, I sent her a love letter, only to receive a postcard two weeks later telling me to leave it to fate. Although I was disappointed, I was still grateful that she didn't offer a long, rambling rejection like other girls would, or a blunt rejection that would have been embarrassing.

That's the best thing about Aquarians—they're understanding. She knew how to be considerate, and so did I. From then on, we never mentioned love again, treating each other as close friends. Occasionally, there were some ambiguous exchanges, which added a touch of fun and reduced the sense of responsibility and distance. I'm

free tonight. Although I have other classmates in Shanghai, I'll call her first; if possible, I'd like to see her.

On the other end of the line: "What is it?" These past few years, I've learned authentic Shanghainese.

"Me? I'm an Aquarius man." I've always been proud of my zodiac sign; my classmates all call me an Aquarius man or a male Aquarius.

"Hey, where are you now? Shanghai?"

"Yes, I'm here for a meeting, staying for a few days. Are you busy tonight? Want to go shopping?"

"Wait a minute," she hung up the phone and mumbled to another colleague, "I have some articles to finish, around 9 o'clock, come pick me up at our newspaper office. The address is..."

I forgot to mention, she's a journalist, working at a small newspaper after graduation.

Looking at the time, it was still early. I took a shower, dried myself off, and was busy when the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I saw Chen Jie. She said listlessly, "My head is throbbing, could you buy me some headache pills? The hotel clinic is closed."

I had no choice but to agree. I cursed inwardly, "What kind of hotel is this? No one's on duty at the clinic?"

Luckily, there was a pharmacy across the street. I bought a box of Panadol, but then I saw a section for family planning products, and also many kinds of aphrodisiacs: "Leopard Woman Aphrodisiac Powder," "Aphrodisiac Water," "Golden Penis Liquid." Out of curiosity, I spent a long time reading the instructions before leaving, leaving the salesperson waiting in vain.

When I went back and knocked on Chen Jie's door, I called twice, but no one answered. I tried pushing the door open; it wasn't locked, so I went in. I found the manager asleep in bed.

I put the medicine on the bedside table and was about to leave when I saw her sleeping so peacefully—a beautiful sight, like a begonia in spring slumber.

Thinking of her illness, I couldn't help but lovingly stroke her hair. She groggily opened her eyes, and I said, "The medicine is back, it's by the bedside." She responded softly and closed her eyes again.

I thought she must be really tired, so I poured her another glass of water and placed it by the bedside, then locked the door and went out.

Life always breeds adventures in the ordinary.

(IV)

I wasn't very familiar with the roads in Shanghai, so I directly hailed a taxi to Li's newspaper office. I arrived there five minutes later than agreed time, and as soon as I got out of the car, I saw Li standing by the gate, craning her neck in the wind, waiting expectantly.

Today she was wearing a beige trench coat and black pants. Because it had been so long since I'd seen her, I noticed she'd lost weight. Her once round face had become oval, and her chin was thinner, with hardly any flesh on it. However, her bright, sparkling eyes were still captivating.

She walked up to me and affectionately patted my shoulder. "Long time no see! How are you?"

"I'm alright. Why are you so thin?"

She smiled but didn't answer.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. To be honest, I still liked her. She was like my teenage idol, an unattainable beauty who often appeared in my heart. Or to put it another way, we'd always maintained that kind of distant relationship—closer than friends, but more distant than lovers. It seems she's suffered a lot staying here. No wonder, a girl alone in this industry, how could she not endure hardship?

I said, "Let's go, any good places? My treat."

We went to a nearby bar; the name itself was intriguing: "Back to the Past."

It wasn't very crowded, perhaps because it wasn't the weekend.

We sat in a corner, and I ordered a black tea and a juice for her. We sat there chatting. It had been so long since we'd seen each other; we wanted to say everything, yet we didn't know where to begin. Then, suddenly, we both burst into silly laughter, and the conversation flowed freely.

We talked about where our classmates had gone—some in Shanghai, some in Nanjing, some stayed in their hometowns, and some went abroad. So many memories, so many old feelings, surfaced in my mind. The waiter brought our drinks and lit the candles. We sat quietly, chatting idly and exchanging sighs. The flickering flames before us seemed like a small boat sailing back in time, and we felt a sense of peace, tranquility, and intimacy.

"You were quite the gossipmonger back then," I teased her.

"Nonsense! I'm being honest. You were the one who was."

"How could I be?"

"Hmph. You were the president of the literature club back then, and your articles were absolutely captivating for young girls."

"That's strange. How come I didn't know that? Tell me, who were they?" I was genuinely curious.

"..."

"Can't say it? It couldn't be you, could it?"

Perhaps she guessed correctly, because she was silent for a while, then said, "I wonder who it is, always staring at me from behind? Aren't you ashamed?"

"It's me." In such a romantic atmosphere, I naturally had to say something nice, "I admit it. Back then, so many boys were pursuing you, but I didn't have the courage, so I could only watch you from behind."

"You, always like this, hiding and dodging."

"I know, I can't help it, that's just how I am, indecisive, but you're not much better. Who told us Aquarians to overthink things?"

"Hahaha, here you go again." She pointed at me and laughed, her big eyes squinting with laughter.

Perhaps, on such a beautiful night, we should have a drink to celebrate the reunion of old friends. When I made this suggestion, she didn't object. So, we ordered a bottle of red wine and began our romantic journey in the delightful atmosphere of "wine in a luminous cup under the moonlight."

In truth, my alcohol tolerance is terrible. I mostly drink to liven things up, focusing on the experience rather than the quantity. Girls, on the other hand, are usually quite heavy drinkers, and Lily certainly was.

Red wine, beautiful women, and a wonderfully atmospheric setting—how could I not get drunk? As the saying goes, it's not the wine that intoxicates

, but the atmosphere itself. However, on the other hand, even when drunk, one is only three-tenths sober, and a truly drunk person needs to be five-tenths sober. I'm not the kind of man who acts recklessly when drunk, so although I drank a lot, I wasn't annoying; on the contrary, I maintained a polite demeanor. This should be attributed to the self-discipline of an Aquarius.

Some people become more annoying the more drunk they get, while others become more carefree. I was, of course, the latter. She was outgoing and could talk about anything and everything, her eyes were firm, her spirit was high, and she had an air of commanding authority. I could clearly feel the surprise and envy in her eyes. I don't know what time it was, but we were all a little reluctant to leave.

At the bar entrance, I looked into her eyes, flashing my masculine charm, and asked, "Going home, or coming to my place?"

"..." There was no answer, just a nod.

Normally, I would have taken this as a sign that she was going home, but at this moment I knew clearly that she had chosen the former.

When she opened the door to the room, Lily said, "I'm going to wash my face," and went into the bathroom, but didn't close the door. So I leaned against the door and watched her turn on the tap, wet a towel, and rub her flushed face. Her delicate, rosy skin, glistening with water, was exquisitely beautiful, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I walked up behind her, reached out from behind, and pulled her into my arms.

She let out a soft moan and collapsed into my embrace.

With such a beauty in my arms, I could hear my heart pounding. I gently kissed her ear, tenderly licking her earlobe and breathing into it. She flinched slightly, burying her head between her hands, too shy to lift it. My heart pounded like a thousand drums, yet I continued my flirtatious actions.

When I finally had the chance to be with this girl I had always secretly loved, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and I made one decision: I absolutely, absolutely had to treat her well and love her!

My lips slid past her ear, slowly landing on her cheek. Her hands had somehow released their grip; her lips were slightly parted, her starry eyes half-closed, and that tender, loving look ignited my desire, sending me soaring to new heights!

Our lips finally met, our tongues intertwined. Lily's lips and tongue possessed a power to conquer men, making me feel the allure hidden deep within her. I yanked her trench coat off, but not completely, leaving it caught on her arms, preventing her hands from moving. My hands unceremoniously slipped under her waist, lifting her clothes and caressing her full, firm breasts.

As I stroked her up and down, she let out a low moan, a sound indescribable in words, yet full of satisfaction and admiration. As my hand continued downwards, she tried anxiously to stop me, saying, "No, don't..."

But her trench coat blocked her hand, and my right hand strode straight in, reaching her "base camp." It turned out that it was already soaking wet. I bent my index finger and inserted about a third of it, thrusting it in and out of her vagina, while my left hand caressed her breasts, and my lips remained on her face, kissing her.

"Lily...look."

Lily looked up shyly at the two people in the mirror, then lowered her head again, completely limp.

I wanted to be gentle with her, but looking at the two of us in the mirror, and seeing Lily's whimpering pleasure, I felt my blood boiling. I unzipped my pants, released my penis, and pressed it against her buttocks. Then I made her lean over the dressing table, pulled down her pants from behind, and thrust in from behind.

"Ah..." Lily cried out, then arched her hips and thrust back.

I realized it was a satisfied moan, so I intensified my attack, each stroke hitting her flesh, the slapping sounds clearly audible. Soon she began to moan loudly: "Ah...faster, mmm, I want more, faster...I'm almost there."

This was the most pleasurable moment; what could be more exhilarating than a man conquering a woman?

As I thrust in and out, I asked her, "Does it feel good?"

"It feels amazing."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Then...call me something nice."

"Mmm, husband, husband, I want it, I want it!"

My penis remained inside the beautiful woman's body for about 45 minutes before I finally felt the approach of orgasm. "Lily, I'm coming. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Anywhere, honey."

"Then I want to cum in your mouth!"

"Okay, sure."

Since the beauty requested it, I didn't hold back. My testicles slammed against her buttocks for a while, and I felt the energy in my body spreading outward from my lower abdomen in concentric circles. At the same time, I quickly pulled out my penis, pinching the base with my fingers to resist the waves of pleasure. My understanding little Lily turned around, squatted in front of me, and took my penis into her mouth.

I took the opportunity to relax the pressure at the base, and a surging wave gushed out from my body, flowing into Lily's mouth, which she swallowed with a gulp.

We hugged each other, both sweating profusely, and smiled at each other, feeling incredibly sweet.

—My goddess, I will never forget the heart-fluttering moment of that night.

(V)

The alarm clock woke me up at 7 o'clock, and I groggily turned off my phone. With my eyes closed, I stroked the person beside me, her smooth body and silky hair within reach. I felt a surge of satisfaction, opened my eyes, and looked at her sleeping soundly in the dim light. Her adorable sleeping posture, like a sleeping doll, filled my heart with tenderness, and I wished this moment would last forever.

Long afterward, I kept thinking about what I would have done if she had woken up at that moment. I knew I would have told her, "Shall we live together? I love you!" But she didn't; only her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

I couldn't bear to wake her, so I fumbled for my clothes. Today's meeting was scheduled for 8:30, and breakfast was from 7:30 to 8:00. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and walked to 1011. Hearing the sound of running water inside, I figured she was already up. I rang the doorbell a few times, and a voice called out, "Coming!" A click later, a clean-cut face smiled at me. "You're up early."

I yawned. "How are you? Feeling better?" Only then did I notice she was washing her face, still wearing thermal underwear, her slender figure clearly visible. I was momentarily stunned.

She rolled her eyes at me. "What are you looking at? Wait for me outside for a bit, okay?" Then she closed the door and went to do what she hadn't finished, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

The meeting started promptly at 8:30 AM. Representatives from the investment departments of Bank of America and Citibank presented their services, followed by a presentation from Standard Chartered Bank in Hong Kong, and then presentations from domestic investment banks. The entire meeting was conducted in English, with foreign speakers on stage and colleagues from various cities in China in the audience. I estimate that many people didn't understand much, as even I, a foreign language major, only understood about 80%. The morning passed quickly, and the last half hour was for questions.

A gentleman sitting in the back row stood up and asked his first question, which was immediately translated for him by a staff member from a foreign bank. When it was our turn to speak, Chen Jie lightly brushed her bangs aside and asked the speaker in fluent and native English how he viewed the current state of investment in China. The other person went on and on, concluding, "Given the current situation, I think it's a good time to invest in the stock market."

Chen Jie listened, remaining noncommittal, "I don't agree with your opinion. A bubble economy will affect the stock market. I forecast that it will decline in half a year. And as urban modernization is underway, we may invest in real estate."

It seems the two sides have differing investment perspectives. The foreigner meant that the stock market is currently overheated, so investing in it is the obvious choice. Chen Jie refuted this, arguing that the stock market is overheated and will inevitably decline in six months due to the bubble economy, but urban modernization is underway, making real estate investment a better option. (Six months later, the stock market indeed plummeted, while real estate boomed.)

Both viewpoints have their merits, and the audience was divided, each holding their own opinion. Then the host called for a short break for lunch, after which the delegates would exchange ideas again in the afternoon, thus concluding the discussion. However, Chen Jie's elegance, competence, and poise left a deep impression on everyone attending the meeting. I couldn't help but flatter her, saying, "Boss, I admire you so much!" She returned a wink in response. Of course, idiots usually can't distinguish between a wink and an eye roll.

During lunch, I dialed the room phone, which rang for a long time without being answered. I then dialed Li's cell phone, only to find it was switched off. I grumbled to myself for a while, not knowing why, but I was a little annoyed. I was somewhat distracted during lunch. The foreign speaker on stage came over and chatted with Chen Jie for a long time, but I wasn't interested in joining in; I just listened patiently. They were chatting for a while when they suddenly burst into laughter, clearly enjoying their conversation. Before leaving, they exchanged business cards and said they'd like to come to Nanjing for an exchange sometime.

Chen Jie asked me with concern, "What's wrong?"

I made up an excuse, "I caught a chill yesterday and I'm not feeling well."

"Then you shouldn't attend the meeting this afternoon; go home and rest."

I hesitated for a moment, then rushed upstairs. When I opened the door, the room was empty; she was gone. The blankets were neatly folded, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

Turning my head, I saw a note under the table with a few lines written on it: "A night of deep affection, I am grateful for your kindness; though we are separated, our friendship will last forever." I read the note several times, carefully pondering its meaning. She was implying that we worked in different places and couldn't be together, so she quietly left to preserve our friendship, hoping to meet again someday. I knew I couldn't persuade her, just as I couldn't keep her before. Aquarius women are always so decisive.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the light off, I could almost smell the fragrance of her pillow, and her graceful figure seemed to still be before my eyes. Watching her walk away, I couldn't utter a single word. I sighed deeply, realizing that happiness is fleeting, and life is just like that, nothing more.

I don't know how long I sat there, but suddenly someone pushed the door open and turned on the light. "What's wrong with you? You even forgot to close the door when you fell asleep." I knew Chen Jie was there from the voice. I didn't say anything. Maybe I looked a bit dazed, like something was wrong, because she came over and touched my forehead. "What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

I shook my head and forced a smile. "Nothing. Is it over? Are we going back tomorrow?"

"It's over. We can go back tomorrow. Sigh, I've been out for two days and haven't had time to go out. Let me tell you, Smith invited us out tonight." Smith was the vice president of the investment bank that Chen Jie had debated with earlier that day.

"It must have been a date with you. I'm not feeling well, I don't want to go."

"No way," she said, her face hardening and her lips pouting. "I

can't go alone." "Then don't go." I said, deliberately trying to annoy her.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Take care of me. I took care of you yesterday, so you should repay me today."

Unexpectedly, she said, "That's right. I'll tell him I have something to do and can't go. I'll stay with you tonight." Her words were too ambiguous. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at her closely and suddenly thought of Li, and my heart ached again.

While she was on the phone, I closed my eyes again, savoring the pain, overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Many people think Aquarians are fickle, but fickleness is just a facade. My feelings for her are truly sincere. As Chen Jie and the foreigner's explanations faded into the distance, I realized I had drifted off into a daze again.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, I was startled to see someone sitting by the bed. Then I remembered it was Chen Jie keeping me company. She was probably tired, as she was dozing off while sitting. I looked at her closely: a fair face, delicate eyebrows, slender eyes, and thin lips. While not exactly a beauty, she had a very feminine charm.

I suddenly wanted to tease her, so I waved my hand in front of her face, but she didn't react. So I stroked her hair, still no response. I sat up, walked behind her, and gently tapped her back. She hummed in response, continuing to enjoy my massage with her eyes closed.

I grew bolder and began to earnestly tap her back, sometimes pounding hard, sometimes massaging her shoulders. After ten minutes, her body became increasingly limp, her eyes half-closed, completely absorbed in the pleasure. A wicked thought surged within me. I had just lost one woman, and now heaven had sent another. Whoever she was, I was prepared to make her my woman.

I began to gently tap the back of her head, then casually stroked her hair. Not much, but very smooth. She didn't move. I grew even bolder and began to caress her fair neck, lingering there intentionally. Then I pinched her earlobe; it was soft and cool. After a while, her ear began to feel hot.

I slowly moved my palm back and forth across her back. Through the sweater, I could feel the soft fabric of her bra, the tightness of her bra, and her warm flesh. I held my breath, slowly moving closer to her fair neck. I could see the fine hairs on her skin trembling at my breath, but she didn't say anything. Finally, my lips touched her skin. I kissed her carefully, moving to her earlobe, then took it in my mouth, gently licking it, hearing her soft moan.

Her head was lowered, so I turned her face to the side, my fingers touching her burning cheek, the warmth reigniting my passion. I closed my eyes, my cheeks touching, colliding, slowly yet eagerly searching for her lips. I kissed her tenderly, and she didn't resist for long. When I forcefully parted her lips with my tongue, she released her fragrant, smooth tongue and intertwined with mine.

While kissing passionately, I caressed her earlobe, neck, and cheeks. Once I was sure she was aroused, I slipped my hand down her collar, and although I didn't go very deep, I felt a slight curve.

My hands couldn't be idle any longer; I took her hand and guided it to caress me. She hugged me tightly, slipped her hand under my belt, explored my back, then moved to the front, and began to caress my abdomen. I tensed my lower abdomen; my burning penis felt that slender hand touching it, and my whole body tensed even more.

She smiled seductively at me, reached out her other hand, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down my zipper, along with all my pants, revealing my erect penis. She cupped it in her hands, pulled back the foreskin, glanced at it, and said, "Eat sausage." She lowered her head and took it into her mouth, gently swallowing and releasing it.

I felt my penis enveloped in a warm, moist place, which felt incredibly comfortable, further arousing me. I kept demanding, "Come on, swallow it all." She opened her small mouth wide and slowly swallowed my bulging, veiny member, feeling smug.

I held her head and thrust forward with all my might. She tried to reciprocate, her seductive smile framing my penis, stimulating my blood to boil.

I began violently stripping her clothes off, quickly undressing her completely. Her

delicate, fair body was exposed under the orange light. I pressed myself against her, excitedly licking her beautiful breasts. She gently stroked my hair, pushing my head down.

I kissed my way down her chest, until I reached her pubic hair. It wasn't large, but it was clean and white. I licked it with my tongue; it tasted salty, and her vaginal opening was slightly wet. I heard her moan, so I licked it again, and sure enough, she cried out again. I held her down, preventing her from moving, and gently licked her opening. She was completely unable to control herself, letting out moans. The flow of fluid inside her was constant, soon becoming a babbling brook. She gripped my penis tightly and cried out, "Come on, I can't take it anymore, come on!"

I lay on top of her, my erect penis aimed at her entrance. The moment the seal closed, I felt a small, tight, and incredibly elastic space envelop me. This was a young woman's private domain, which she had opened up to me. She gave me the pleasure of a mature woman. Beneath me, she passionately cried out, "Go for it, fuck me!" My blood was boiling, and I lingered in and out of her cave, kissing her passionately as I thrust in and out. Each time I sucked her saliva, my penis would dilate, and she would spasm.

I don't know how long we thrust, but gradually her eyes rolled back, and her movements quickened. She kept calling out, "Ah, ah..." I also increased the frequency, feeling a suction from the cave below. My body gradually went limp, and the pleasure gathered at the tip of my spear. Finally, with a shout, the pleasure burst forth, and she also let out her most powerful cry. Then we embraced and kissed tenderly, our lower bodies still tightly connected.

I have to admit that making love with a young woman is quite enjoyable. I also have to admit that when we make love, I forget my sorrows.

(VI)

My trip to Shanghai ended, and I returned to Nanjing.

Li's matter brought me a lot of unhappiness, and I had no intention of looking for Yang Qian that day. Unexpectedly, her call came first. "Kitty, you're back. Why didn't you call me? We have an amateur event tonight, I have a segment, are you coming?"

"Really? I'll see, I'll be there early after work."

"Okay. Goodbye, Kitty."

Her sweet, cloying voice was strangely pleasant. Thinking of her long, slender legs, I suddenly felt my penis harden, and a lecherous smile appeared on my face. Wait a minute? When did I, this righteous and awe-inspiring Aquarius, become like this?

I suddenly snapped out of my daze and looked around the bustling office. The woman next to me, Chen Jie, smiled sweetly at me, and I felt even more tense. I quickly covered that area with the hem of my shirt and looked down at the documents, my mind racing.

When I returned after lunch, everyone else had gone to their rooms for a nap. I sat at Chen Jie's desk and chatted with her. She asked me why I was so nervous that morning. I looked around to make sure no one was there, then reached out and patted her cheek. "It's all your fault. You gave me that lewd grin, and it made me go weak all over."

"Really?" she chuckled. "Then where was it hard?"

"What do you think?"

She deliberately rubbed her arm against my crotch, pretending not to care, and said, "I've eaten the biggest sausages."

I teased her back, "Who?"

"My husband, of course."

"Huh? His is bigger than mine?"

"Of course, his is a third longer than yours."

I don't know if it was true or not, but I felt a little disappointed. She quickly added, "But I'm a bit older now, not as hard as you, and I don't last as long." Damn, I couldn't resist nuzzling my erect crotch against her chest. She blushed and touched it twice, softly exclaiming, "You're really strong, young man. And as hard as an iron rod."

I laughed, "Next time I'll let you experience my prowess."

She licked her lips, her face full of desire, "Who's afraid of who? I'll definitely turn you into a dead snake."

I wanted nothing more than to strip her clothes off right then and there and have my way with her in front of everyone. I never imagined that once a woman lets loose, she could be so irresistible to a man.

That afternoon, I happened to answer a consultation call. It was about business matters; it was a project consultation from a Hong Kong investment company in Jiangsu. He spoke with a Hong Kong-style Mandarin accent, called himself Tony, and asked me to send him an email with information about our company. I agreed. Before leaving get off work, I compiled the information and sent it to him. Then I happily went to the restroom to wash my face and tidy myself up.

Looking at my younger self in the mirror, I suddenly had a strange feeling. This feeling came unexpectedly, making me sense that my life was about to change. As an Aquarius, I often have these strange feelings, which urge me to seize every opportunity to elevate my life.

I thought carefully about what had happened these past few days and suddenly felt that losing Lily might not be a bad thing. Perhaps this will allow me to focus seriously on the things in front of me and face reality more closely. Otherwise, an Aquarius might forever live in their own dream world.

Having figured this out, standing on the 24th floor of this high-rise, facing the city lights coming on at dusk, I told myself, "Let bygones be bygones. From now on, I'll hold onto what's in my heart!" I don't know if it was sadness or joy, but my eyes felt wet. Are all Aquarians as sentimental as I am?

When I went to see Yang Qian, I went to the wrong place, and the performance had already started. Three girls were performing a fan dance. I looked closely and finally recognized one of the heavily made-up girls as her. They were all wearing bright red and black-trimmed shorts, green lantern pants, and had two small braids. They looked incredibly youthful and cute, their white, lotus-root-like arms exposed as they danced with peach blossom fans. The small-sized dresses accentuated the curves of their breasts, waists, and hips, making the eyes of those around them practically pop out of their sockets. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

After dancing for a while, the music suddenly changed to energetic disco, and their style shifted to a hot, energetic dance. The three of them jumped, did splits, and lay down, their movements perfectly synchronized and rhythmic, drawing loud cheers and applause from the audience.

Then, the music suddenly stopped abruptly with a high note, and Yang Qian and the others did a 180-degree hip split, leaning back on their legs with their arms raised in a seductive pose. The men cheered and clapped enthusiastically, their eyes glued to the beautiful skin revealed by the ripped socks.

I went backstage to watch her. When she saw me, she didn't even bother to change her clothes, tilting her head up to ask, "How is it? Do I look good?"

I looked into her eyes sincerely and said, "Yes, I look good." It really was. Her makeup was still on, her cheeks were rosy, her skin was fair, and her high breasts were so close to mine; I thought she was a true youthful beauty.

I couldn't help but quietly take her hand. She shyly let me linger for a moment, then pulled away, "There are so many people here."

I laughed and whispered in her ear, "Shall we find a quiet place?"

She chuckled and said, "No way. I've already made plans to get some late-night snacks with some friends." She must have been talking about her dancing friends. I realized I hadn't eaten dinner either, so I decided to go with them.

Including her two friends, there were four of us in total, and we went to a hot pot restaurant together. A large man with three beautiful young women drew envious glances from passersby to our table. As they chattered excitedly about ordering the hot pot base and dishes, my gaze inadvertently swept over their faces, each exquisite beauty stirring my imagination. The

petite, pretty girl to my left was Wang Lili; the girl opposite her had fair, translucent skin, elegant manners, and occasionally a smile that revealed shallow dimples—she was dignified and beautiful; her name was Zhang Ying. Yang Qian sat to my right, lively and adorable, constantly chatting with them about the food and the dance.

We ordered the food and casually picked up two bottles of beer. Since we weren't very familiar with each other, I didn't talk much, just chatting idly around the charcoal fire over the pot of red and white broth. Surprisingly, the two girls could really drink; in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, both bottles were empty. Meanwhile, the soup was bubbling in the pot, and just as the atmosphere was getting lively, Wang Lili started to get animated.

"Come on, let's drink!"

After a few drinks, I inwardly groaned. Although I'm supposedly an Aquarius, I'm not a heavy drinker. My alcohol tolerance has always been low, and today I couldn't even handle Wang Lili alone. Yang Qian was also relatively weak; after two drinks, her face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and her head kept slumping against the table.

Zhang Ying ate with great elegance, like a well-bred young lady, while Wang Lili kept acting coquettishly in front of me. I don't know if she's always been this uninhibited, or if it's because she's close to Yang Qian, but in the end, she even called me "Big Brother."

Three hours passed in a flash, and I'd already drunk quite a bit; any more and I'd embarrass myself. Yang Qian, if I hadn't been supporting her, she would have crawled under the table long ago. I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "If you can't drink, then don't drink! Look at you."

She kept saying, "Okay, okay," but I don't know if she understood me.

I said, "I'll take you all home one by one."

Zhang Ying smiled, and Wang Lili said, "Okay, big brother, you'll take me home last."

I dragged Yang Qian up, "Little pig, let's go!"

After all that, it turned out these three people lived in the same apartment building. It was a very nice apartment, three bedrooms and a living room, probably their company's dormitory. I put the woman who was completely drunk on her bed, felt nauseous, and had a bad feeling. I suppressed the urge to vomit and rushed to the bathroom, where I vomited into the toilet.

When I came out, I saw Wang Lili in the living room, looking flustered. She said, "Zhang Ying is upset that I made you like this, and she told me to take you home."

I glanced at Zhang Ying, who rolled her eyes and said, "I don't care. I drank too much too, and I'm so tired today. I'm going to sleep." She leisurely went back to her bedroom.

I felt quite embarrassed. "Wang Lili, I'm fine. I can go home by myself."

Wang Lili said, "How about this, have a cup of tea, rest for a while, and then you can go."

I held the cup of tea and sat in the living room, feeling rather bored. After thinking for a while, I decided to say goodbye. Wang Lili came out of her bedroom, changed into a cartoon-themed pajama, and let her hair fall over her shoulders. She asked me, "Are you feeling better?"

I suddenly felt like she was all alone, and a pang of sadness hit me. I said, "I should go." I stood up and put down my cup.

She said with concern, "Have another glass of water. I'm afraid you might go out and lie on the street, unable to find your way home, and someone might come after me."

I chuckled and let her pour me another glass of water. She stood for a while and said, "Come and look at my photos. The living room is making too much noise for everyone."

I nodded and went into her bedroom. There was a bed, a desk, and a stool in the bedroom. She sat on the bed, turned on the desk lamp, and handed me the photo album, which I flipped through one by one.

She picked out a CD, which was pop music from South Korea. Although the volume was turned down, the rhythm was very strong. She gently swayed along, nodding her head, and explained the music to me.

The atmosphere was particularly nice at that moment, with the dim yellow light and a beautiful woman beside me. My heart swayed with the music, as if in a dream. However, I finally woke up. I tried hard to free my mind from those despicable wild thoughts and managed to say goodbye.

She nodded, opened the door, and saw me out. As I said goodbye, my fingers touched hers, a light touch that expressed my attachment and helplessness.

(VII)

The next morning, I had a terrible headache and called to ask for sick leave. I slept until noon and didn't want to get up. Just then, my phone rang. It was Chen Jie calling, asking if I had eaten anything. I said no, and she said, "Wait a minute, I'll bring you some takeout." So

I got up, washed up, and waited for her.

I rent my own room for 1000 yuan a month; it's a two-bedroom apartment. I don't like sharing with others, so I've never intended to rent out the other room. That's fine; Aquarians like to think about problems alone.

Chen Jie, dressed in a sharp business suit, had a pretty face that accentuated her delicate features; her shrewd and capable demeanor clearly indicated she was an office worker. She walked in and noticed my staring gaze: "What are you looking at?"

"You're pretty."

"Really?"

I said, "No wonder everyone calls you a 'white-collar demon' these days!"

"Huh?"

"White-collar, backbone, shrewd, a white-bone-shrewd woman!"

She chuckled. I held her hand, completely forgetting to eat. I opened the lunchbox and saw quite a lot: braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, mapo tofu, braised chicken, and a poached egg. I shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice and looked up at her, asking, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten."

Seeing her gentle demeanor, a thought struck me, and I gave her a lewd grin. "Then, do you want some more?"

She immediately understood what I meant, her eyes sparkling, and she smiled seductively, saying, "I do."

I felt as if my body had been set ablaze; my eyes were definitely glued to her. I said, "Then why don't you come over here?"

I took her hand, stroked her head, and gently pressed down. She slowly squatted down, burying her face between my legs, rubbing it against me. As I ate, I felt her teeth gripping my zipper and pulling it down. I paused, patted her head twice in encouragement.

Her face flushed, and she finally managed to unzip it with her mouth. She began to caress my penis, and I couldn't help but groan. She looked up at me with a seductive glance, her allure indescribable. Then she lowered her head again, rubbing her face against my erect member, looking completely ecstatic. Feeling the warmth on my face and seeing the gentle woman's submissive expression, my penis quickly became erect, almost too much for her to handle. She looked at her treasure in surprise, slightly opening her mouth, her red, luscious lips taking the glans into her mouth.

A wet, warm, soft sensation traveled from the tip of my penis to my brain. I almost lost control, dropping my chopsticks and pressing her head down, forcing her to continue. She had no choice but to obediently move her mouth forward, swallowing half of my thick penis. Her small mouth, stretched unbearably, gave me a resentful look. I gently helped her lift her head back slightly, letting her catch her breath.

Then I increased the pressure, pressing her head all the way down and commanding, "Swallow it all!"

She didn't utter a sound, straining to swallow my thick, sausage-like penis completely, her tongue still licking the inside. I felt the pleasure intensify tenfold, and holding her head, I began to thrust. Each time the liquid reached deep into her throat, a tight, pleasurable sensation washed over me. Coupled with her efforts to swallow, her red lips, elegant uniform, and snow-white skin gave me immense pleasure, and my movements became increasingly frenzied. Each thrust inevitably caused her to jerk. After about ten thrusts, I released her.

She began to pant, "Really, so rough. Yours is so big, it's choking me."

"I don't care anymore, you can play by yourself," I said, continuing to eat.

She then began to play with my penis, touching it all over, licking it with her tongue. After a while, she actually unbuckled my belt, reached inside, and touched my testicles, saying, "So big, so hard."

Seeing that I'd almost finished, I stood up and walked towards the bed, saying, "You're in such a hurry! You must be all wet."

She suddenly pounced on me, saying, "It's all your fault! I want you to make it up to me!"

I said helplessly, "Make it up to you, okay?" I pulled her close and kissed her first. Our wet tongues intertwined for a long time, my hands roaming over her body, leaving no trace untouched.

She collapsed weakly against me, her hands moving from my face to my chest, then to my back, buttocks, thighs, finally settling on my penis. Then, unable to resist, she bent down and took it into her mouth, diligently servicing it. My penis grew hotter, bigger, and harder in her mouth. I let out a low growl and laid her flat on the bed. Her snow-white, delicate body lay sprawled out. I lifted her long, slender, white legs and forcefully parted them, revealing that alluring cavern.

I straddled her, my lips pressed against her face, and kissed her. She breathed softly, her eyes almost overflowing with tears. I felt my long spear touch the entrance and thrust it in heavily. A satisfied moan escaped from deep within her throat.

After a few slow rounds, I felt her vagina begin to contract, and the cool sensation kept stimulating my glans. I said, "Ah, you haven't already ejaculated, have you?"

She rested her head on my chest and said shyly, "I don't know what happened. I missed you so much today, and I couldn't help getting wet as soon as I saw you. As soon as you went in, I felt like I was going to climax."

Hearing this, I suddenly felt so great, so I started thrusting quickly again. At first, she suppressed her moans and groans, but then she screamed loudly without any restraint. I only felt the cool sensation constantly stimulating my glans, both numb and tingling, and I didn't even have the strength to thrust anymore. I could only lie on her snow-white body and rest for a while. The two exchanged another passionate kiss, tender and lingering, their words overflowing.

Once the initial sensation subsided, I began thrusting again. I raised her legs to penetrate deeper, her hands constantly trying to caress our point of contact, while she cooed in a seductive voice, "Fuck me! Harder, husband."

I thrust relentlessly, like a mad stallion. She encouraged me with her voice and her body, and I saw my sweat dripping onto her breasts. She seemed oblivious, swaying her hips to my rhythm, lost in the pleasure of sex.

Slowly, like water boiling, I felt a faint, tingling sensation spreading from my lower abdomen downwards, threatening to burst forth. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I whispered, "I'm almost there."

She moaned, "It's okay, come on. Give it all to me, shoot it inside! Ah...ah...oh..."

I finally released myself at the moment of climax, thousands of sperm surging into her cave, stimulating her to tremble all over. In the throes of her orgasm, she held me tightly, "Ah...darling, you're so amazing...I'm about to fly away in bliss."

We nestled together, eyes closed, resting. My hands roamed over her beautiful skin. Feeling a little tired, I soon fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw her already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, still that dignified lady, that office woman, shrewd and capable, with a clear sense of right and wrong. I even wondered if it was her moaning under me just now?

She said, "If you don't have anything to do this afternoon, you shouldn't go."

I thought for a moment, "I can't sleep here anyway, I'll go to class and see. If there's nothing, I'll leave early. Besides, I'll miss you." She must have liked that last sentence the most, she smiled.

(VIII)

In the afternoon, just before I was about to leave work, my phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard the Hong Kong-accented Mandarin say to me, "Hello, this is Tony. We have seen the introduction you sent. We will fax you the information about the project we want to carry out in Nanjing later. Please take a look and give us an answer tomorrow, okay?"

I chuckled, "Okay, I'll take a look at the fax later and give you an answer tomorrow, okay ?"

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