Yingjie, who had just gotten divorced

In my mind, Yingjie is a cold and beautiful rose.
She has a fantastic figure, fair and smooth skin, and a strikingly defined figure.
A typical Eastern beauty.
The only regret is that her beautiful eyes always seem to be veiled in ice, making people hesitant to approach her.
A friend described her as: "She is a pool of pure water, colorless pure water.
She is the embodiment of Antarctic ice; you can look at her, you can feel her, but you must not try to touch her, or you might be frozen solid."
People don't know much about Yingjie's past, only that she was divorced.
Her ex-husband moved to another city with her best friend.
When well-meaning female colleagues tried to introduce her to boyfriends, she always coldly refused.
Except for necessary work occasions, she wouldn't eat with men.
Many lustful men could only sigh in vain.
She actually dresses quite fashionably, often wearing revealing clothes that
make people's imaginations run wild.
Perhaps it's because women love beauty.
But we've never seen a man with her.
Sometimes we even suspect she's gay.
It's truly a pity.
But what happened between us later completely refuted that claim.
She was definitely not a lesbian, nor was she a colorless, innocent woman.
She was a woman of flesh and blood, with feelings and desires.
Like most women, she also needed a man's affection.
She just didn't want to be hurt again.
She was fragile, afraid of being abandoned by a man again.
Later, she told me she never wanted to marry again.
It made me incredibly sad, and I'll never forget it.
We only had sex once, and it was the only time in my life. I'm grateful for the rain that night, grateful for that rainy summer, grateful… Because the rainy season was so long, and I was so busy with work,
I hadn't washed any of my summer clothes.
I had no choice but to buy new ones. I checked my watch; it was still early before the supermarket closed, so I grabbed a bite to eat and then rushed to the supermarket to buy clothes.
When I entered the supermarket, the rain wasn't too heavy, but as soon as I came out, a torrential downpour accompanied by strong winds transformed the area into a network of puddles and streams. I had to wait for the rain to subside before heading back to my dorm. The damned downpour had created puddles everywhere;
I was sure I'd twist my ankle if I wasn't careful. I muttered to myself in frustration.
As if on cue, just as I reached the factory gate, I saw a woman leaning against a wall, standing on one leg, rubbing her other foot.
The figure looked familiar. As I got closer, ah! It was Sister Ying! So she was the one who had twisted her ankle.
Ugh… what a jinx!
I quickly went up to her and asked, "How are you, Sister Ying? Should I call a car to take you to the hospital for a checkup?"
"Thank you, no need, I'll be fine in a bit,"
she said, her expression still blank.
Perhaps from the pain, her face was a little pale.
What a perfect opportunity to get close to her! How could I let it slip by? “No, I’ll call a rickshaw to take you home! It’s not far, but it’ll be too much of a hassle for you to walk back.” I quickly flagged down a rickshaw on the street. She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her watching me the whole time. Even though I was calling for a rickshaw with my back to her, I could still feel her grateful gaze.
Thankfully, a rickshaw arrived quickly. I gently helped her onto the rickshaw, and she didn’t refuse.
The moment my hand touched her smooth arm, I felt a surge of excitement.
Then another worry popped into my head: who would help her upstairs? So I told the rickshaw driver, “Walk slowly, I’ll follow behind.”
Then I told Sister Ying, “I’ll help you upstairs in a bit.
Your legs hurt, it’ll be hard for you.”
This time she didn’t say much, just nodded and said softly, “Thank you.”
She lived on the second floor, and we went up quickly.
I actually wished she lived on the seventh or eighth floor.
Hehe, then I could have more contact with her delicate arms.
Her house was very clean and filled with a pleasant fragrance, which immediately aroused me.
But I remained rational; I would never rape her, I wasn't that beastly.
I helped her to the sofa and asked, "Sister Ying, do you have any safflower oil or anything? I'll rub it on."
"No, thank you, Ah Huo,"
she said calmly. "You can go back now! I'm fine, it'll be better tomorrow."
"No, look how swollen your foot is, I'll go buy some for you." Without waiting for her to stop me, I quickly opened the door and went downstairs to buy the medicine. I
returned quickly with the medicine, and the moment I handed it to her, I saw her eyes filled with gratitude, all traces of her former coldness gone.
"I'm leaving, Sister Ying, you can apply the medicine yourself!" I said this against my will.
I didn't want to leave at all, but I couldn't find a reason to stay.
"Okay, I've been busy for a while now. You should text back soon! I really appreciate your help. I'll treat you to a meal sometime as a thank you."
She spoke very gently then.
Reluctantly, I left her house.
The next day at noon, I was reading a novel in my dorm when someone gently knocked on the door.
"Who is it? The door's not locked, just come in," I said lazily.
I never expected it to be Ying-jie.
She was wearing a white low-cut t-shirt, sexy denim shorts, her hair styled in a flipped-up style over her shoulders, and a delicate gold necklace with a small platinum cross sparkling on her fair neck.
I was so captivated that I forgot to speak.
"I asked Xiao Liu and found out you live here, so I came to return the money,"
she said softly. "I forgot to give you the money for the medicine last night."
"Oh dear! What's a few dollars? How's your foot? Don't let something like this delay your recovery!" I said hurriedly.
"It's nothing serious, it still hurts a little, but it's basically healed,"
she said softly. "Why don't you offer me a seat?" "Oh, sorry, please sit down," I quickly pulled out a chair for her
and poured her some water.
"No need to be so polite, I'll be leaving right away."
She held out her hand and said, "Here's ten yuan, and I'll treat you to dinner tonight."
"Forget it, it's just ten yuan," I said happily, "I'll come for dinner, please sit a little longer."
"No, the money is yours, I can't take it."
She was very firm, and then she put the money on my table.
Then she stood up and said, "I'm going back now, come over at 6 pm."
"Okay, okay, I'll definitely come." After seeing Sister Ying off, I was incredibly happy.
Then began the anxious wait.
Dinner consisted of four dishes.
Yingjie was still dressed as charmingly as ever.
When the dishes were finished, she suddenly said nervously, "Sorry, Ah Huo, I didn't prepare any beer.
I don't usually drink, so I forgot."
"It's okay, it's okay, I don't like drinking either,"
I said dishonestly.
Actually, I really hoped she would get some beer; I like to drink too.
"Oh, right, I think there's a bottle of baijiu in the cabinet, it's been there for a long time,"
she said, going to open the cabinet.
As she bent down to open the cabinet for the wine, I looked at her round, firm buttocks and long legs, and for a moment, I felt a surge of desire again.
Dinner started off a little awkward; we were both a bit unnatural in our conversation. I really had to thank her for that bottle of aged baijiu; after my persuasion, she drank some, and we started talking more, from life to love, from love to career… until very late.
I tried my best to think of jokes to make her laugh; she actually had a rather cute laugh.
I don't understand why she's always so cold.
Drinking baijiu is indeed very hot in the summer; even with the air conditioning on, it wasn't enough, and we both sweated a lot.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, she actually let me watch TV while she went to take a shower. I had no idea what was on TV; I only heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. A sense of guilt emboldened me, and I went over.
I pushed open the door; it wasn't locked.
She had her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes closed, letting the cold water wash over her beautiful body. I went over and hugged her tightly. She didn't resist, didn't say anything, and we began to kiss passionately. Even in the cold water, her body was still warm. I greedily kissed her breasts, ears, and
her firm, white breasts. My hands gently caressed her smooth back and buttocks. Her arms tightened around my neck, and I felt her nipples harden. Her legs pressed together.
I pushed her away and quickly took off my clothes. She took the initiative to kiss my lips, chest, and finally my penis. She took it in her mouth, gently licking the head and occasionally the testicles.
Occasionally, she would quickly stroke my penis with her gloved hand. I closed my eyes tightly, my hands holding her hair, savoring the wonderful moment.
Slowly, I felt myself starting to ejaculate. No, I couldn't.
Thinking this, I immediately pulled her into my arms and walked towards the bedroom.
I began to greedily kiss every part of her body, my hands also busy caressing her sensitive spots. Finally, we entered the 69 position and began to comfort each other.
I gently parted her vulva with my fingers; it was already soaked. I began to tease her clitoris with my tongue and fingers, and in an instant, another wave of pleasure surged forth… Hurry up and insert it! At the moment her buttocks cramped, she cried out in pain.
Without hesitation, I adjusted my position, raised my spear, and without any tenderness, inserted it fully into her long-sealed secret gate.
At first, I played with her breasts with both hands, not thrusting forcefully, but slowly moving in and out of her narrow, warm, and smooth vagina. Only when her buttocks arched higher and higher did I speed up.
Her moans were peculiar: "Oh...damn man...God...oh...heartless man..." Looking back, I felt like I was playing the role of her ex-husband.
Later, she rolled over, arching her buttocks, letting me do it from behind. She said she liked it, that it felt better that way, and I naturally obliged, wholeheartedly offering my energy. I don't know why, but that night I was incredibly vigorous. From the bed to the floor, from the floor to the sofa, I didn't feel like ejaculating at all.
Finally, when she was rocking wildly on top, I started to feel it.
As waves of heat surged from her vagina, as her buttocks contracted sharply, as her nails scratched my shoulder, I mercilessly sprayed the depths of her vagina with my submachine gun.
That night we barely spoke, only made love.
At dawn, I dragged my exhausted body back to my dorm and slept all day.
I went again that night, repeating the primitive labor of humankind.
She was still cold during the day, but at night, with me there, she became unbearably hot.
There were no vows of eternal love, no entanglements between us.
We had sex, we had love, but we were not destined to be husband and wife.
{This is our secret, not to be mentioned here.} Later, we ended this sexual relationship, and I found the girl I truly loved.
She didn't blame me, and even blessed me greatly.
True water may truly be colorless! The colored true water might have been mixed with rainwater that night,
forcing it to have color.
But I believe true water has color.
As long as you do it with your heart, feel it, you may very well be able to see and touch it.
In this mundane world, filled with dust, where can you find colorless true water?

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