An unforgettable love story

Meeting Jasmine was purely accidental. It was a weekend, and all my training partners had gone to the city for fun.
My girlfriend had agreed to continue our relationship online. Because of some disagreements about future plans, we
argued. My girlfriend was very angry, and the consequences were serious; she logged off, leaving me alone online.
I entered a city chat room, chose a boring name, "Lonely Stranger," and listlessly watched
the chat messages jump around, watching other men, perhaps as bored as I was,
flirting with women who were probably equally bored.
Suddenly, a message popped up in my chat box: "Good evening, are you a stranger here too
?"
And that's how we started chatting in the chat room. I learned her age, occupation, and hometown; we talked
about relationships, hobbies, life plans, and hopes for the future. Several hours passed by like that. At the end,
she even advised me to call my girlfriend and cheer her up, saying that relationships are like that, there will be friction, etc. We got along
so well that we naturally became QQ friends.
After that, I didn't see her online much, because she worked in an electronics factory with
irregular , and she could only support herself by working overtime. She would only occasionally go online to browse things. However
, she always left me a message to leave the connection, and naturally, I would return the favor. After more
than two months , our two-month training quickly ended, and I had to leave the base to go to my assigned service area.
Coincidentally, I was assigned to Jasmine's hometown—City B. I left her a message to leave the connection, told her
about it, packed my bags, and went to City B to start my official work.
Upon arriving in City B, I reported to the company's regional office, got to know my colleagues, visited the company's main clients, and settled into
my workspace. More than a month passed in a flurry of activity. Working people are different from students; although
the company didn't pay us much, it was enough to get by.
With his first official salary from the company, Xiao Lang (Little Wolf) got broadband internet installed in his "wolf den" (internet cafe), and with the company-
provided laptops, he no longer needed to hang out in internet cafes. After getting
the broadband set up, Xiao Lang immediately logged onto QQ and found his QQ avatars flashing incessantly. Reading
through , he found university classmates asking about his situation and requesting contact information, training colleagues lamenting
the harsh working environment, and friends he used to play games with asking why he'd disappeared…
Of course, there was also a message from Jasmine. In her initial message, Jasmine expressed her
sadness , saying she thought she could treat me to a farewell meal after my training, but she didn't expect me
to leave so soon. However, she also happily stated that since I was working in her hometown, there would be opportunities in the future, and
she would treat me to a meal whenever she came home…
In the later messages, she asked why I hadn't heard from her for over a month, whether she had seen her messages,
why hadn't replied, etc., and asked me to call her after seeing the messages, saying she didn't want to lose him as a friend, and so on.
Men are generally powerless against women's demands. Without thinking, I picked up the phone and dialed
the number she had given me.
A sweet voice came from the other end, but it was Cantonese, which I couldn't understand. I had little experience
calling and was a little nervous. After a half-minute pause, I managed to squeeze out, "
Hello, this is xxx."
The other person was stunned for a long time before saying in a heavy Cantonese accent, "Ah, you've arrived! I saw it was a call from
our hometown, I didn't expect it to be you."
We started chatting on the phone, talking about my impressions of B city, what had happened to me over the past month,
and what had happened to her over the past month. We got along so well that we lost track of time, and my phone ran out of battery. I
quickly changed the battery and dialed again, only to hear a kind message from the mobile company: your phone is out of service due to unpaid
bills .
Oh well, I finally understood the old Chinese saying, "Too much talk leads to mistakes!" So I left a message for Jasmine on QQ, saying that I had a great time
chatting with her and hoped we could keep in touch.
Unexpectedly, my phone rang right after I sent the message. It was a text: "I had such a great time chatting with you. It's been so long since
anyone's talked to me like this. Working away from home is so frustrating. I'm so glad to have met you as a friend. I hope your
work goes well. Also, I have something to tell you: your voice is so nice, and your Mandarin is so good, you don't sound like a southerner at
all. It's late today, I'll contact you another day."
In this way, besides my relationship with my girlfriend, I had a
woman to chat with and confide in during my boring work, making my days more fulfilling. It feels good to have someone to share the unpleasantness, achievements, and
hardships . Jasmine and I grew closer and closer.
Work at the company was going relatively smoothly. Because I had solid theoretical knowledge and my practical skills in training
were highly praised, my colleagues had a good opinion of me as a newcomer. After working for more than two months, the branch office
director assigned me a region to manage, putting several technicians under my supervision and even giving our group a car
.
Little Wolf was achieving some success at work, so he quickly called his girlfriend
to share the good news. Just after telling her, he thought of Jasmine again and sent her a message. She didn't reply to my message, and when I called her, her phone was off.
I felt a little disappointed.
Even though I couldn't contact Jasmine, life and work had to go on. It was almost the end of the year, and the company's
work revolved around that. The company's machinery was under a lot of work at the end of the year, which also meant a lot of problems,
and my team and I were extremely busy.
The disappointment of not being able to contact Jasmine was slowly overshadowed by my work ethic. Two more weeks passed, and
I had just returned from an out-of-town after-sales service trip. Dragging my tired body back to my little wolf's den, I took a shower and prepared to rest.
As I came out of the bathroom, my phone kept ringing. I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number. Instinctively,
I answered with a professional tone, "Hello, this is XX company's after-sales engineer. Who is this?"
There was a moment of silence before Jasmine's voice came through: "Haha, I didn't expect you to be so professional,
Engineer XX."
Hearing Jasmine's voice, my tired body felt like it had been recharged. The drowsiness vanished, and I no longer
felt exhausted. I immediately said, "Ah, Jasmine! I haven't heard from you in over two weeks! Where have you
been making your fortune? Have you forgotten about your friend?"
Jasmine sighed and said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "No, I'm back to take care of some things. It's inconvenient to contact you. "
"It's me. The matter is resolved now, and I'm about to go back to work in S City. She saw my QQ message and called me
, wanting me to treat her to a meal."
A beautiful woman has an appointment, and I can't refuse no matter how hard or tiring it is. She said she just left her hometown in the countryside and was going to take
the train to work in B City. She was currently staying at the E Hotel and asked me to pick her up.
I said, "Jasmine, I don't know who you are, and you've never given me a photo. How am I supposed to find you
?"
Jasmine said, "Well, just go to room 608 at the E Hotel and knock. She has a room to herself."
I got into the company car assigned to Xiaolang and drove to the E Hotel. Arriving at room 608, I gently
knocked on the door. The person cautiously opened the door a crack, peeking out half their face, looking anxious and asking,
"Who are you?"
I looked at the delicate face, and heard Jasmine's voice. I confirmed that this pretty and lovely
girl was Jasmine, whom I had been chatting with for almost half a year. I introduced myself half-jokingly, "I'm XXX,
here to pick up Miss XXX for a late-night snack."
Jasmine was clearly taken aback, then a slight smile appeared on her lips. "I am XXX. I didn't expect you to be here so
quickly . Wait a moment, I'll change my clothes and come out."
Having been turned away on my first visit, I, the young man, stood somewhat dejectedly outside the door, my heart pounding
with nervousness. After all, aside from my girlfriend, I had no
experience being alone with a girl past 11 pm. A few minutes later, the door opened, and Jasmine emerged wearing a white woolen dress. I
carefully examined this beauty from head to toe.
She was less than 1.6 meters tall, with short hair neatly hanging down, partially obscuring her fair neck, making one
want to part it and see more clearly. Her bright eyes had fluttering upper eyelashes, revealing a hint of mischief
. Her eyebrows were clearly groomed, neat and pretty. Beneath her not-too-large nose, her lips, coated in lipstick
, shimmered alluringly under the light. While not stunningly beautiful, she was undeniably charming.
As I sized up Jasmine, she reciprocated by scanning me from head to toe, then said with a
mocking smile, "What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before?"
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Little Wolf's mind raced. Half-jokingly,
he replied, "I've seen plenty of beautiful women, but they all belong to others. This is the first time I've seen a woman who truly belongs to me
."
As he spoke, Wolf took two defiant steps forward, placed his nose on Jasmine's forehead, took a deep
breath , and laughed, "Mmm, smells wonderful. Looks like Jasmine has prepared a seductive scent for her man."
Jasmine responded with disdain... She said in a tone that was rather vain, "You're just being vain. Who would tempt you? Before today, I didn't even know if you
were round or flat, so I wasn't interested." I
immediately retorted, "Haha, so now do you think I'm round or flat? Are you ready to make your move? " Jasmine seemed a little regretful and said, "It's too late to make your move. You already have a girlfriend." Jasmine mentioning her girlfriend was like a calming injection for me, and I also stopped joking around and said, " That's You're already married, so it's a bit late to make your move." For a moment, everyone fell silent, walked out of the elevator, got into the car, and drove The silence in the car was somewhat awkward. Remembering that Jasmine hadn't been heard from for almost half a month, I casually said, "Jasmine, it's been over half a month, you've vanished like a ghost, not even a whisper of news." Jasmine's expression wasn't good. She said, "I'm very happy to see you today. I don't want to talk about these unpleasant topics . We can talk about it another time. Don't bring it up again today." Not wanting to force her to discuss something, I said, "I've only been here a short time and don't know what the specialties are. As the host, you should recommend some. I don't want to waste my money." Jasmine regained some color. "Engineer X is so stingy! Treating a friend to dinner is considered a waste of money? I shouldn't have asked you to treat me." Little Wolf quickly said, "That's not what I meant. I was just worried you wouldn't enjoy the food, Jasmine , and that I'd waste my money." "Get lost, who needs your flattery?" I quickly said, "Haha, it's not about flattering you, it's about flattering your mouth! If I don't flatter such a pretty little mouth, it'll be hard to even get a taste." Jasmine smiled and said, "Don't overthink it, or your girlfriend might sense your intention to cheat and come after you ." "From a legal perspective, thoughts aren't a crime..." The atmosphere was lightened, and the two of us chatted back and forth as we arrived at the food street. It turned out that although Jasmine claimed to be from B City, she was actually a village girl from X Village, X Township, X County under B City. After finishing junior high school , she went to S City for vocational school and then worked there. She was less familiar with B City than I was, so asking her for recommendations was like asking a blind person to lead the way. The two of us, who weren't very familiar with B City's food street, had a special interest . So, like old folks visiting the Grand View Garden, we were filled with curiosity and joy. So they started from the street, trying this and that, and spent more than two hours chatting and laughing as they thoroughly explored the food street. By the time they walked out of one end of the street, it was already 1:30 a.m. It was getting late, and Wolf had to go on a business trip , while Jasmine had to catch a train. Although they were still reluctant to leave, they both planned to head home. Driving up to the E Hotel, Jasmine tilted her head, sighed, and said, "Thank you so much for spending so much time with me. It's getting late, I should probably keep you from going to work. I'll go up now, are you going back to your dorm to rest ?" At that time, Little Wolf hadn't yet left the wolf den and didn't understand Jasmine's implication, so he immediately said, "Yes, I have to go to XX place at 8 o'clock tomorrow, I should go back. You should rest too, I can't take you tomorrow, have a safe trip ." Jasmine suddenly seemed to relax a bit: "Okay, you go back, you're driving again tomorrow." After saying that, she opened the car door , preparing to get out, when suddenly Jasmine brought her lips to my lips, gave me a light kiss, then stepped out of the car and said, " Good job, on behalf of the female comrades, I'll reward you." Then she slammed the car door shut and went into the hotel. I called out to her back, "Nice taste from your lips." I watched her go into the hotel, then drove back to the wolf den. After real-life contact, my phone conversations with Jasmine became more casual, no longer feeling like strangers.

The fear of the unknown. More and more topics entered our conversation. Jasmine told me about her family situation,
the reason for her disappearance for more than half a month, and her current life.
Jasmine was a "little over-birth guerrilla"—her parents had four daughters before finally having a son. Everyone in China
understands that having more children than allowed means a huge financial burden. Although Jasmine was a good student, her family couldn't afford
her tuition. She wouldn't have had the chance to continue her education before finishing junior high. It was the village chief who took a liking to her,
hoping she would become his daughter-in-law. The village chief's son, seven years her senior, also particularly liked her fresh and charming appearance. At 15,
she married the village chief's son.
She was still quite naive at the time, already someone's wife. After marriage, her husband saw how much she wanted
to study. After she had a child at 16, he supported her through junior high and then vocational school. She graduated from vocational
school more than a year ago, and they were supposed to get their marriage certificate this year. But
while started an affair with her second younger sister. This time, she came back to settle things.
When she said all this, she couldn't quite explain her feelings. She said that although she and her ex-husband didn't have love,
there were still some feelings between them, and she was grateful to him. Anyway, feelings aren't something that can be explained in a few words. She's now a 21-year-old divorced woman who
has never been legally married but is actually divorced and has a 4-year-old son . Although I come from a rural background, my family has always been well-off, and I've never encountered such a complicated situation . I could only offer Jasmine some lukewarm comfort. Over the next two months, Jasmine and I talked on the phone more frequently than I did with my girlfriend, and our feelings for each other quickly intensified. Jasmine even told me on the phone that the day we went to the food street, she was conflicted. She wanted me to come to her room, but she didn't want me to, because she didn't want me to be the kind of person who would betray his girlfriend. I didn't expect I to be so innocent, and I didn't disappoint her about men... Before we knew it, the New Year was over. I returned to my busy work schedule on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year after finishing my long holiday in my hometown. Because the Spring Festival is a time for visiting relatives, my phone calls with Jasmine were lukewarm, except for a few text messages wishing her a happy holiday. Even though it was only a week, I missed Jasmine a little. As soon as I arrived in B city, I called Jasmine, but the phone said, "Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service area, please try again later." Maybe she was home for the New Year and had no signal; the place where child marriage happened must be quite remote. Since I couldn't reach her by phone, I sent her a text message. I told her I was back from home and hoped she would contact me. I suggested that if she came to B city, we could get together for a meal and reconnect. The Spring Festival had just ended, and work wasn't busy. Client work at the company wasn't quite on track yet, and there were fewer out-of-town service assignments. I spent my days in the office, familiarizing myself with the company's products, reviewing the team 's work plans, having meals and karaoke with colleagues, and giving gifts to the company's clients. The days passed relatively uneventfully for over a week. It was a little past 5 pm on a Friday when the phone rang— the kind of ringtone I'd specially set for Jasmine, a symbol of summer's bounty. My heart skipped a beat. I picked up and said, "My beautiful girl, it feels like you've been missing for almost half a century! How have you been? What have you been up to?" Jasmine laughed on the other end, "That's an exaggeration, isn't it? It's only been a little over two weeks. Half a century? That's an exaggeration. In half a century, I'd be an old woman, no beauty here !" "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A day apart feels like three autumns'? We haven't been in touch for 19 days. 3 x 19 is 5 x 1, right? Saying half a century is an understatement! Don't you know how much I miss you, like a surging river, endless ? " "Three autumns, my foot! I think you're really going crazy." "Yeah, my craziness is all because I miss my Jasmine. You have to take responsibility for me!" "What do you mean, 'take responsibility for you'? I'm just kidding. I just left home today and I'm at the county train station now. I'll arrive in B city tonight. Will you come pick me up?" "Hehe, thank goodness, I'm getting the chance to fawn over a beautiful lady. It's Friday afternoon now, and if there aren't any unexpected tasks this weekend, I'm free. Of course I can pick you up. Not only can I pick you up, but I can also have the next two days completely yours." "Go away, you're getting more and more indecent. What kind of fawning does a girl need from you? Even if you offered me two days, I wouldn't accept it. I'm not going to argue with you anymore, I'm getting in the car. Pick me up at the station at 8 pm. We'll talk about the rest when we get there." With a beautiful lady to look forward to, I couldn't concentrate on work. I put down the documents in my hand, checked the time, and it was almost time to leave . So I went into my boss's office, discussed some work matters, borrowed the company car , and then left. Little Wolf wanted to entertain Jasmine at his den, so he went home and tidied up. As a single person, my little den is a bit messy, I hope my fellow wolves can understand. After tidying up, it was almost time, so I drove to the station. Waiting is always boring. Finally , the station announcement said that the train from XX had arrived, and those picking up relatives or friends should be on their way. I stood at the exit and looked up, and a familiar figure appeared before me. The last time I saw Jasmine, she was wearing a rather conservative dress, looking somewhat like . This time, however, she was wearing tight jeans that accentuated her slender legs and shapely hips beautifully. She wore a tight sweater over a long denim coat, and her long hair, which used to cover her neck, had been trimmed into a neat side part. She exuded youthful vitality, and her elegant gait made her sway gracefully as she walked. Clearly, Jasmine had also seen me and walked straight towards me, unceremoniously handing me . Then, without any politeness, she said, "Grandma's tired and hungry, take me to eat first." To be honest, I hadn't eaten while tidying up my little apartment, and I was indeed hungry, so I took her to get something to eat first. I've been communicating with Jasmine online for over half a year, and we recently had some ambiguous contact. We 're actually quite close now, and I've gained her complete trust. Without much persuasion, she agreed to Little Wolf's plan : to stay in City B for a few days and explore the surrounding area with him. The base, of course, would be Little Wolf's den. Now that the plan was set, we needed to settle in, so I took Jasmine to Little Wolf's den. When Jasmine arrived at my little place, she looked around the whole house and asked, "There's only one room, how come you..."

"Don't get any ideas, okay? We're friends!" I rolled my eyes. "You're just being
cowardly aren't you? I didn't mean anything by it. I only let you stay at my place because you're a friend. As
a courtesy to a lady, you can stay in the bedroom, and I'll stay in the living room, okay?"
"Hmm, that's about right." She grabbed her luggage without ceremony and went into the bedroom, then closed the door. There
was a commotion, like she was unpacking.
Suddenly, she said to me, "XX, could you turn on the water heater for me? I've been traveling all day, I'm
filthy, I want to take a shower." Little Wolf thought, "You really don't stand on ceremony!" Following Jasmine's instructions, I turned on
the water heater, leaned back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and idly flipped through channels, not even knowing what I was
thinking .
Back then, Little Wolf was definitely a pure young man, and I never imagined he would become the old wolf he is today
. Jasmine had entered the wolf's den, and aside from some inner turmoil, she didn't seem to have any other thoughts.
To be honest, back then, I only ever had one woman, my then-girlfriend.
I hadn't had sex in five months. Now, there's a pretty woman in your bedroom getting ready to shower; I bet any
man would feel a little itchy. As I was lost in thought, Jasmine, in her pajamas, walked past me and
into the bathroom.
My eyes lingered on her figure, my mind racing. My "brother"
was practically giving her a "gun salute." Jasmine probably sensed my gaze but didn't notice my "gun salute."
After entering the bathroom, she closed the frosted glass door and then the curtain behind it.
I unconsciously shifted my body from the half of the sofa facing the TV to the half diagonally opposite the bathroom
, my gaze constantly shifting from the TV screen to the frosted glass door. Unfortunately, the damned curtain
completely everything; only a blurry, distorted figure moved behind it. Even
so, it couldn't stop my vivid imagination from describing what lay behind the curtain.
Jasmine quickly finished showering. As she came out of the bathroom, my gaze involuntarily
drifted from the TV to the door. Our eyes met, and we both froze for a moment, the air
seeming . I quickly looked away, embarrassed, and Jasmine, head down, hurried into the bedroom.
The sounds of laughter and chatter came from the bedroom again…
Perhaps feeling guilty, Little Wolf's gun salute had unconsciously ended. About
half an hour later, Little Wolf finished watching the evening sports news on CCTV. Jasmine emerged from the bedroom, slightly shy
, dressed neatly. She walked to Little Wolf's side and asked, "Can you come for a walk with me
?"
Little Wolf, afraid she'd be angry, readily agreed. So they got in the car and drove around town
.
Along the way, he pointed out this and that,
introducing . The atmosphere between them warmed up again. I took Jasmine around for a little over an hour. Since everyone was thinking about
sightseeing the next day and needed to conserve energy, we ate something quick and then went back to rest.
The next day, I drove Jasmine to two famous scenic spots near B city
. I won't go into the details,
but two details will tell you everything: 1. At the first scenic spot, because we were going up a mountain, I wanted to
hold Jasmine's hand and pull her up. Jasmine was a little hesitant, but half a day later, when we were going down, our hands
were clasped tightly together, and she didn't want to let go. Occasionally, when I let go,
Jasmine complain a little.
2. In the afternoon, we went boating on a reservoir. It was a bit windy, and Jasmine, wanting to show off her figure, wasn't wearing
a coat . I was worried she'd get cold, so I took off my own windbreaker and put it on her. She was a little shy, but by
the time we went to the riverbank to watch the sunset in the evening, I was holding Jasmine in my arms, and she didn't resist using the same windbreaker for warmth.
Of course, even today, Little Wolf can guarantee that back then, he never considered physical
contact ; it was just an ambiguous, touching feeling—more than friends, less than lovers. Emotionally
, they had both crossed the line of friendship, but hadn't reached the level of lovers. They both enjoyed
each other's tenderness and care.
The day passed as their feelings deepened, and the city lights gradually
illuminated the night as the moon rose. Night always brings a hazy feeling, and many romantic stories unfold under
the cover . Looking back at Little Wolf's actions from Old Wolf's perspective today, it was the darkness that gave
the timid Little Wolf strength, leaving Old Wolf with a poignant memory.
On the way back, Wolf and Jasmine's relationship had crossed the line of friendship, and their conversations became even more
unrestrained . Let me tell you about Jasmine's situation first. The surface of what Jasmine dealt with last time
wasn't the whole story. When Jasmine returned home for the Chinese New Year,
she didn't give her second younger sister, who had replaced her as the village chief's daughter-in-law, a friendly welcome. The atmosphere was always slightly awkward when her second sister was home.
After her second sister went to her in-laws' house, her parents seemed to have something to say, but they swallowed it back several times. After
the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, when Jasmine was preparing to go back to work, her straightforward fourth younger sister couldn't hold back any longer and snapped at her,
telling her the whole story. Her parents, seeing that their daughter had finally succeeded in her studies and
didn't want her to return to this impoverished mountain village, becoming a woman whose life was just about daily chores, wanted to annul
the marriage with the village chief.
But the village chief's family hadn't treated them badly; they'd even paid for Jasmine's schooling. And during
the years Jasmine was away studying, this son-in-law had taken care of everything at home. How could they possibly explain this idea to them
?
The family was discussing this when their second daughter, who had just graduated from junior high, absolutely refused, saying
it was ungrateful. She praised her brother-in-law, saying how good he was and how much he'd helped them, and now that her sister
was away studying, they didn't want him anymore. Wasn't that being an ingrate?
Her father said, "Then let your sister go back to this wretched mountain village to farm."
During , her father, exasperated, blurted out, "Aren't you ashamed? A young woman who hasn't even left home yet, praising a man
like this! If you think your brother-in-law is so good, then you marry him! Don't hold your sister back!"
Ironically, her father's words came true. Her second sister went directly to her brother-in-law, leading to what happened later...
The story goes that her second sister was supposedly even prettier than her, and the village chief's son also had a good impression of her. Besides, she was a
virgin , which naturally attracted men in the countryside. She smoothly left that marriage, and her sister
became her ex-husband's wife…
While telling this story, Jasmine cried her eyes out in the passenger seat, repeatedly saying, "How could our family be
so poor? If we weren't so poor, this wouldn't have happened. How could I be so useless? I couldn't help my family
solve this problem. How could I be so cruel to my sister? She helped me, and I repaid kindness with enmity…"
She used up all the tissues in the car on the way, but couldn't stop crying. Little Wolf spent some time trying to comfort Jasmine
. He finally managed to get her to stop thinking about that remote mountain village. Although Jasmine stopped crying, she wasn't in the mood for a big meal. The two of us ate a quick bite at a small restaurant and then returned to Wolf's Den. Perhaps because she had played all day, or perhaps because she had cried all the way, Jasmine was too tired. Back at the wolf's den, she went straight to her bedroom, closed the door, and went to sleep. The little wolf checked the time; it was only a little before 9 pm. He turned on the TV, leaned back , and watched. He didn't know how much time had passed before he fell asleep too. When he opened his eyes again, Jasmine was sitting quietly on the sofa. Seeing him open his eyes, she laughed like a child: "You look so ugly when you're sleeping! What are you thinking about? You're drooling!" He straightened up and blurted out without thinking, "Of course I'm thinking about my Jasmine! They say beauty is food for the eyes , and now the delicious treat is right here. There's something to look at, but nothing to eat. How can I not drool?" "You're being inappropriate again. I'm ignoring you. Go wash up and go to sleep." He stood up and went into the bedroom. A little while later, she came out in her pajamas, holding her underwear, and smiled at him: "You're so naughty! I just wanted you to have something to look at but nothing to eat. See what you're going to do about it!" She then ignored him and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I hadn't fully woken up from my sleep, and ignoring her laughter, I stood up, stretched, yawned , and checked the time—it was already 2:30 AM. My eyes swept across the bathroom glass door and noticed that Jasmine hadn't closed the curtain behind it. My gaze was fixed on her; her figure in the glass was so alluring. Her hands moved swiftly , and the soft, gurgling water seemed like music perfectly complementing the beautiful scene. Unconsciously, I moved little by little towards the bathroom, my desire rising, my blood rushing to my lower body, my body burning like fire… I don't know how much time passed, but the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. Before I knew it, I was across from the bathroom, leaning against the kitchen door, staring intently at the bathroom. Jasmine started , but I still didn't want to leave. Perhaps it was a mischievous impulse, or perhaps my inner wolf was starting to stir. I leaned against the kitchen door, a playful smile , waiting for Jasmine to come out. The door opened, and the bathroom light was so bright it was almost blinding. Jasmine, who was in the bathroom, probably already knew about my plans. She still bravely came out, looking up at me with a provocative gaze. At this moment, I couldn't flinch . I bravely met her gaze, my eyes making no attempt to hide my admiration for her beautiful body and my intense desire for her. "What are you doing or looking at? Didn't you hear me clearly?" "There's something to look at, but nothing to eat. Of course I'm going to look at you from head to toe. Even if I can't satisfy my mouth, I can at least satisfy my eyes." I still teased her a bit. "Have you seen enough?" She took two steps towards me, the distance between us less than half a meter. I couldn't bear the oppressive feeling and mumbled, "I didn't see clearly." I tried to slip past her into the living room. Just as I took a step, Jasmine grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear , "Want some?" I froze for a couple of seconds, turning my head to look at her with questioning and doubt in my eyes. Was it okay? Perhaps my hesitation and concerns had hurt her pride, and she tried to move away from me. In a flash, before she could even take a step in front of me, I pulled her into my arms from behind, buried my nose in Jasmine's hair, took a deep breath, and wrapped my hands around her smooth belly from under her arms. My swollen penis pressed against her playfully upturned buttocks. Jasmine seemed startled, pausing before squirming and murmuring, "No, don't do that, I was just teasing you ." In the dead of night, a wolf won't let go of its prey once it's in its arms. I ignored Jasmine's weak protests, my hands roaming over her body, whispering, "Don't be afraid, let me hold you, hold you tight." Gradually, Jasmine stopped protesting, placing her hands on mine, trying to stop me from my next move. But she could only feel the sweat on my hands from nervousness, powerless to stop me from moving over her body through her pajamas. In a daze, I thought I heard Jasmine softly murmur, "Kiss me, kiss me!" So I freed my head from her hair, lowered it, and gently kissed her neck, from the back of her neck all the way to her ear. When I reached her ear, I could clearly feel Jasmine begin to struggle again. Back then, I didn't understand female erogenous zones; I just mischievously nibbled at her earlobe with my lips, then gently released it, repeating this several times. Jasmine's voice was already saying, "No, no, it tickles, it tickles." While kissing Jasmine, my hands weren't idle either. Instinctively, I had already roamed over Jasmine's upper body, discovering that she wasn't wearing a bra. Through her nightgown, I thoroughly felt the softness and elasticity unique to women. Jasmine's hands were already powerless to stop my clutches. As I grasped her breasts and kissed her earlobe increasing force and frequency, she gripped my hands tightly and loosely, not so much trying to stop me as cooperating with and guiding me. Jasmine's writhing movements caused her pert buttocks to rub against and tease my little brother. My penis was already bulging out of my underwear, intimately touching my thermal underwear, and it was protesting vehemently, hoping I would release it soon. My little brother was uncomfortable from the pressure of her buttocks, so I turned Jasmine around. She tilted her head back, seemingly somewhat...

I understood why I stopped; my eyes still held a hint of alluring daze. I carefully cupped Jasmine's
face, gazing intently at her, then pressed my lips to her forehead, slowly tracing my way down
until kissed her lips.
Someone once said that all love begins with a sincere, passionate kiss. The moment my lips
touched hers, time seemed to freeze with our sincerity. The world seemed to stand still,
the earth seemed to revolve around this couple.
I held Jasmine's face, and her hands wrapped around my neck, trying to hold me tightly, as if
she never wanted to let go. We both closed our eyes tightly, using only our lips to feel each other's presence,
our tongues communicating, intertwining, the sensation indescribable.
After a long while, our lips parted. We gazed at each other, each trying to find something in the other's eyes.
Suddenly , I half-squatted down, picked her up, and carried her to the sofa. I gently placed her on top,
then leaned down, pressing her beneath me. My lips moved towards her neck, while my hands unceremoniously slipped inside her
pajamas, beginning a new round of groping.
Because I was afraid of hurting Jasmine, I needed to use one hand to support my weight, so I could only
alternately caress her breasts with one hand. This time, I no longer felt the same hesitation and guilt I had before.
I could properly feel her smooth, silky skin, savor her full, firm breasts, and enjoy her
almost imperceptible moans.
To be honest, thinking back, I was quite inexperienced back then; I lingered on the sofa for a
long time without getting to the point of actual action. Switching from left to right hand, after several rounds, her open
pajamas were long gone, and Jasmine, her eyes closed in a daze, felt the caresses of my hands. Seeing Jasmine enjoying herself so much, I felt a surge of unease and quickly tried to free
myself from the constraints of my clothes .
At this moment, she opened her eyes and said, "No, not here, let's go inside."
Hearing this, the little wolf stopped what he was doing, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom, gently placing her on
my big bed. He then began to take off his clothes. I think every wolf hates
the dreaded ; after taking off the coat, there's the shirt, then the thermal underwear, and the pants are
just as endless.
When I was completely naked, I saw that Jasmine on the bed had already wrapped herself in the blankets
. I lifted the blankets and saw Jasmine wearing a half-open nightgown, shyly turning her back to me, not daring to look at me.
The curves of Jasmine's back, half-hidden by the nightgown, exuded a deadly allure. After
burying myself under the covers, I gently embraced Jasmine from behind and said, "Baby, I want you!"
Jasmine lowered her head even further, so I began to take off her pajamas. Jasmine cooperated by moving
her soft body in rhythm with my movements. The whole process was gentle and moving; apart from our frantic
heartbeats, there wasn't a single extra sound.
When I tried to throw her pajamas off the covers, Jasmine grabbed them and tucked them
under her hips. I laid the shy Jasmine on her back on the bed and pressed myself against her, naturally followed by
kisses and caresses.
For the first time, I pressed my lips to Jasmine's breasts. Jasmine had given birth, so her breasts weren't very firm
, but the nipples stood proudly erect from the excitement of being caressed by a stranger so intimately
. As my lips slowly moved from the outer edge of her breasts towards the areola and nipple,
I could feel Jasmine's body tensing up. When I took her entire nipple and areola into
my mouth, she groaned softly and relaxed.
While my mouth roamed over Jasmine's large breasts, my right hand, guided by her small hand,
moved to her inverted triangle area.
I could feel the sparse pubic hair on her mons pubis, and below that lay the most mysterious part of a woman's body, the most coveted
by men— the clitoris.
My hand caressed Jasmine's vulva, moving back and forth, slowly approaching her most sensitive clitoris. Meanwhile,
Jasmine 's slender hand traced my back, from my waist to my penis, gently
stroking it as if gauging its size. Jasmine's expression showed a mixture of surprise and
fear .
The wolf's mouth had already taken care of Jasmine's two breasts, then moved downwards to her navel,
licking it clean. Jasmine's body tensed up noticeably, and she placed her hands on the wolf's
head , saying, "Give it to me, give it to me, come on."
At this point, the wolf wouldn't hesitate for a moment, straightening his position, ready to thrust in, but he couldn't find
the right spot. Jasmine's little hand appeared at the opportune moment, guiding my little brother into her fairy cave.
Because our intimacy had been going on for a long time, Jasmine's vagina was already fully lubricated by her secretions
. Although her vagina felt a little tight, it didn't hinder my long spear from slowly entering her body.
With my thrust, her expression became noticeably tense, murmuring, "Slower, slower, okay,
okay..."
The wolf wasn't one to ruthlessly destroy a flower, so he followed her request, slowly, slowly burying my penis
completely into Jasmine's vagina, then gently withdrawing it from her warm and moist honey pot.
With each gentle thrust and slow pull, I had the opportunity to fully experience
the pressure and friction from Jasmine's vaginal opening.
During each thrust, the walls of Jasmine's vagina tightly enveloped my member
, leaving no space. As I slowly moved my hips, driving my penis in a piston-like
motion , my hands and mouth didn't stop. My left elbow supported my weight, while my palm
caressed Jasmine's hair, and my right hand grasped her breast, sometimes tightening, sometimes loosening, in rhythm with my lower body.
My head would occasionally lower to kiss her forehead, her eyes, and my arms around her neck. My heart
felt incredibly sweet, afraid of being too rough and damaging this
woman .
In this slow-paced sex, Jasmine gradually adapted to my size. Her hands moved from behind my neck
to my back, then to my waist, teasing my sensitive spots, and finally grasped my
buttocks, controlling my speed with force. And I understood Jasmine's intention perfectly, and opened...
The pace gradually quickened. "Mmm, ah, ha, oh!" Jasmine's moans slowly transformed
from faint, insincere sounds into, "Faster, faster, so good, faster, faster, baby, faster." Hearing Jasmine's enchanting words, I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, "Baby, you're so beautiful, Jasmine, you really fascinate me, darling, I want to melt into your body..." Before making love with Jasmine, I hadn't had sex for over five months. My penis had been pent up for too long had become incredibly sensitive. After about 100 thrusts, I felt a strange sensation down below. I whispered in Jasmine's ear, "Baby, I'm almost there, it feels so good, I'm really almost there." As I spoke, I increased the speed of our movements, and Jasmine cooperated by opening her thighs wider to make my movements smoother. At the same time, she tried to lift her head and kiss my chest, finally pressing her lips to my nipple . My nipple is extremely sensitive, and after Jasmine's lips touched it, she mischievously teased it with her tongue. The feeling was so intense that I increased my already rapid thrusting speed even further. In less than 20 strokes, it felt like an electric current traveling from the glans along the penis into my body. Then, the perineum behind my scrotum and in front of my anus began to contract. Just as I was about to pull out, Jasmine stopped me with her hands, moaning, "Don't go, don't go, I won't let you go." I thrust my almost-withdrawn penis back into Jasmine's body. "Ah..." With a low growl, my penis began to rhythmically expand and contract. The thousands of sperm that had been accumulating power inside me for almost half a year finally surged out. I was experiencing the pleasure of this moment. Jasmine moaned, "Don't stop, more..." I perked up again, my throbbing penis erect, and began piston-like movements again. Unexpectedly, the throbbing penis combined with the back-and-forth motion made the sensation even more intense, amplifying the pleasure of ejaculation several times over. I used all my strength, thrusting deep into Jasmine's honeypot. After about ten thrusts, my penis throbbed a dozen times, when suddenly it felt like a small hand was gripping it tightly, and a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. The two small hands on my buttocks noticeably tightened their grip. Jasmine tensed her body, her legs pressed together, and she bit down on my shoulder. My poor little brother was practically squeezed out, as if in protest, spitting out two more mouthfuls. Could this be the legendary female orgasm ? "Baby, your little hole is so tight, I can barely fit it in," I murmured, savoring the feeling of just entering. "I haven't done it for over a year, and your little devil is so big, it's going to tear me apart down there ." "It's a good thing you tucked your pajamas under your bottom, otherwise you'd be so wet, soaking the sheets, how could I sleep?" "I've been married to him for five years, and I've never been this wet before. I was going to use the pajamas for you to ejaculate in ." "Oh, right! I just took my little brother out to ejaculate, why didn't you let me?" "The feeling was so intense then, it was throbbing up and down, and you were thrusting, I didn't want it to come out. Who knew that after a few thrusts you'd feel like you'd electrocuted me, almost made me pass out ." "Was it good, my darling? I've never seen a woman act like this before." Jasmine nodded shyly, then said, "I don't believe you. I've been with him for three or four years , and I've never felt like this before." "Haha, looks like my skills are pretty good." "By the way, let me ask you, have you been with many women? You're so good at teasing me, you got me all wet but didn't want to come in." "No, I've only had one woman, my girlfriend, and that's less than a year of experience. It's just that you 're so cute, I couldn't help but want to touch you from head to toe, kiss you from head to toe." "Really? Am I that good?" "Of course! Not only is your skin so good, but your curves are so perfect, your breasts are so full, your butt is so high and perky, yet your waist is so slender, how could anyone not be attracted?" "You're so good with words, he's never complimented me like that." "He doesn't appreciate it, what a waste." "No, before I had children, I was very thin, skin and bones, and this was small. After , this got bigger, and I gained weight all over. Every time, he would just pull me onto the bed, take off my clothes, and barge in." "Oh, isn't that uncomfortable? There's no lubrication at all." "At first, it was a bit... I felt his was quite big, it made me feel hot and painful. Just as I got used to it and started to feel something, he was already finished." "That's tough. What happened after that?" "I got pregnant, and he wouldn't touch me anymore. After giving birth, we never did it again. I basically couldn't feel anything anymore, his was too small." "Haha, looks like I'm quite well-endowed." "I know you're smug, I'm not talking to you anymore." "Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. By the way, I ejaculated on your face, should I get you a birth control pill? What if you get pregnant? A baby stored for over six months, the chances of conception are definitely high." "Don't worry, I had an IUD after giving birth." "That's good. Hmm, let's rest a bit, my little brother is full of energy again soon. Let's change positions and do it again ." "You bad boy, what time is it? You still want more? Aren't you taking me to XX tomorrow?" "XXX is nowhere near as attractive as my little Jasmine. It's too late now, and we won't be able to get up tomorrow anyway. Let's go this afternoon, and give me another chance." "Then you need to take a shower. You're dirty and stinky." "Yes, ma'am." With that, I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Just as I reached the bedroom door, an extremely tempting . I turned back to the bed, lifted the covers, and before Jasmine could react, I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Jasmine froze for a moment, then realized my plan. Her little pink fists rained down on , and her silver teeth bit my arm. These protests didn't stop the little wolf's actions. Carrying the petite Jasmine, we quickly arrived at the still-lit bathroom.

The magnificent bathroom. Jasmine's mouth was still making meaningless protests: "No, I don't want to!"
The bathroom, with its combined heating and lighting, was no less bright and warm than the winter sun, shining
brightly on our two naked bodies, almost blindingly so. Jasmine slowly fell silent, burying her head in my
chest , ashamed and wanting to hide herself. My eyes scanned her from head to toe, and I thought to myself, "She's truly
a masterpiece bestowed upon me by heaven. I must savor her to my heart's content."
I put Jasmine down, let her sit on the toilet, and turned to close the bathroom door. Then he
knelt down in front of Jasmine, looked up at her, and said, "Baby, I want to see you clearly. I want you
to experience life with me. Don't be shy..."
I don't know how many sweet nothings Little Wolf whispered, but Jasmine finally said, "Okay, let's take a shower
. Be careful not to catch
a cold while naked." "To die under the jasmine flower, even as a ghost, is romantic." This one sentence amused Jasmine, and she opened up
, boldly standing up in front of me. Little Wolf's face was directly facing Jasmine's mysterious triangle, and I could clearly
see the alluring scenery of her lower body.
Sparse pubic hair neatly formed an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Because of the passionate encounter just now, her vulva was
engorged with blood and became even more moist. Her labia majora shimmered mysteriously under the light, already
coated with a thin layer of Jasmine's nectar. At the base of her thighs, Jasmine's labia minora held a slowly growing drop
of white, viscous liquid—presumably Little Wolf's semen that had flowed out of her body.
While we were engrossed in watching, Jasmine took the showerhead and turned it on, drenching Little Wolf completely.
She protested, "Don't look! Take a shower!"
Little Wolf quickly stood up, grabbed Jasmine's hand, and guided her to swirl the showerhead around us until we
were completely soaked. He then held Jasmine's hands, lowered his head, and kissed her, saying, "Baby, I'm so happy."
Jasmine lowered her head and said, "Me too, I love you."
Then she turned around, grabbed some shower gel, and started lathering Little Wolf. Little Wolf, of course, wouldn't miss the chance to get close to
Jasmine , so he also applied some shower gel to her body. Jasmine's skin was already quite nice, and with
the added lubrication of the shower gel, Little Wolf's hands thoroughly enjoyed the moisturizing sensation.
After we had both lathered ourselves, my little brother had recovered from the violent vomiting.
Jasmine was focused on washing my chest, unaware that my cannon had once again stood proudly erect
. I stopped what I was doing on Jasmine, grabbed her hands, and guided them downwards to my
swollen member. Jasmine, her hands covered in shower gel foam, grabbed my penis, which was another
sensation.
Jasmine seemed surprised that I had regained my strength so quickly, and for a moment she grabbed my penis, unsure of
what to do next. I pulled her closer to me with my left hand, and my right hand went straight to her vulva, my five
fingers teasing her engorged labia. My lips pressed against Jasmine's small mouth, my tongue forcing open her tightly closed
teeth, searching for her fragrant tongue that she was trying to avoid.
Another long, almost suffocating kiss. She closed her eyes in a daze, enjoying the sensations I was giving her,
her small hands gently grasping and stroking my penis, making my already raging member even more aroused. After the kiss
, Jasmine whispered, "Go wash up, let's go back."
I was burning with desire, how could I let her have her way? My left hand traced the curve of her back, across her pert buttocks, and gently slid down to
Jasmine 's cleft. My right hand withdrew from her private area, grasping her full breasts and occasionally
pinching her nipples with my fingers.
Jasmine was clearly aroused by me, gripping my penis tighter, but nervously stopped
moving, helplessly letting me take what I wanted. My penis was already painfully erect, and while Jasmine wasn't
looking , I made her turn around, bending over halfway, completely exposing her vagina. Holding my erection,
I half-squatted down, aimed at her opening, and with a slight thrust of my hips, lubricated by the shower gel, semen, and her juices
, my erection once again smoothly entered her fairy cave.
Having already experienced the first encounter, her opening was clearly accustomed to my cannon, showing none of the nervousness she displayed the
first . It slid in smoothly all the way. She let out a satisfied
moan, "Ah."
My hands slid from Jasmine's shapely buttocks, down her slender waist, to her beautiful breasts. Jasmine's small hands
tried to grab my buttocks, wanting to take control of the battle, but the slippery shower gel prevented her. Jasmine's small hands
slid across my buttocks again and again, more like cheering me on.
I slowly recovered from the pleasure of my penis being enveloped by her honeypot and began thrusting
. At first, I worried she wouldn't be able to handle it, so I only thrust gently and slowly, going in and out shallowly. Later, I felt that because
the lubrication was indeed so sufficient, the friction wasn't intense at all, so I gradually changed my strategy, going in and out wildly, each
thrust all the way in.
Jasmine clearly enjoyed my new approach. The moans from her nose gradually increased, her head began to tilt back
, arching her back, trying to lift her buttocks as much as possible to facilitate the entry and exit of my cannon. I looked down, admiring the sight of my large member
thrusting in and out of her honey pot. The sounds I heard were the sizzling of my penis pumping out her juices,
the rhythmic thuds of my abdomen hitting her buttocks, Jasmine's soft moans, and my heavy breathing—a
symphony of eroticism.
What's the difference between men and women? Before, my answer to this question was always a textbook, conventional
one. But at this moment, I found another answer: men grow stronger with each thrust, while women
grow weaker.
Before I had even reached my peak after two hundred thrusts, Jasmine's body began to tremble again,
and her honey pot seemed to be telling my large member to leave, letting out a low growl—she
had orgasmed . Jasmine, recovering from her climax, immediately uttered a funny phrase: "Sorry, I didn't
let you..."
I couldn't wait for her to finish, so I stopped her with my lips and said tenderly,
"Silly baby, your happiness is my happiness. Why say such things? Seeing you reach your peak makes me
so you know?"
"Mmm, thank you," she said, giving me a loud kiss. Afterwards,
we cleaned each other up, finally finishing our business in the bathroom. We turned off the lights...
Ignoring her protests, Xiao Lang grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body, and carried her back to the bedroom.
Back in bed, she became even more unrestrained, her earlier shyness completely gone, and she
began to . After thorough preparation, Xiao Lang had her lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised, allowing him
to enter her from behind. Unexpectedly, this position, while effectively stimulating Xiao Lang, seemed to intensify her stimulation even
more.
After less than 100 thrusts, Jasmine reached another climax,
expelling my penis from her vagina once more. The feeling of being expelled twice before being fully satisfied wasn't pleasant. While surprised by her
sensitivity thought about how to make things more enjoyable for both of them.
After recovering from her climax, Jasmine whispered in Xiao Lang's ear, "So blissful, thank you."
Xiao Lang of course, wanted to seize the opportunity before his passion subsided, so he had her roll over,
spread her legs as wide as possible, and then inserted his large penis into her vagina again. He then had her hook her legs around his
hips , and began his conquest of her body once more.
Changing positions, Jasmine was no longer so sensitive. Little Wolf thrust into her nearly 300 times, and that
familiar, captivating feeling rose within him again. Just then, her body began to
tense up unusually. I knew she was about to reach her climax again, so I increased the force of my thrusts.
Sure enough, in less than 10 thrusts, my penis felt like it was being gripped tightly by something again. Little Wolf
quickly used all his strength to push his cannon deep into her body. Her twisting movements no longer managed
to expel my penis from her; instead, her legs only helped me push my cannon in tighter.
Finally, the cannon had a chance to calmly feel the massage of Jasmine's flesh during her orgasm. After a few seconds
, her vagina gradually relaxed, and her body relaxed as well. I started thrusting again, and she
protested , "Slower, slower, it's so numb, still numb, it's too intense."
The little wolf's peak was also approaching, and ignoring her gentle, more seductive protests, I increased the force
and frequency of my thrusts. After forty or fifty thrusts, my ejaculation finally subsided, and I released my second batch of semen into her
body.
I held Jasmine and quietly enjoyed the feeling of orgasm, my hands wandering aimlessly over her body.
Unconsciously , we both drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up from my sweet sleep, the bedroom was filled with golden light. Sunlight shone through the thin curtains,
illuminating the room and giving a warm feeling. Coming back to my senses, I realized she was gone. I quickly got up and
looked at the clock on the wall; it was already past 1 p.m.
To be honest, since graduating, Xiaolang has been diligent at work, and his lifestyle
has improved a lot compared to when he was in college, spending all night playing games. It's been a long time since he's missed breakfast or lunch like this. I quickly wrapped the towel I'd
used to wrap and left the bedroom, intending to go to the bathroom to freshen up. When I got to the living room, she was already dressed and
leaning against the sofa watching a silent TV show.
Turns out she's really considerate; she'd muted the TV so as not to disturb me.
"Good morning, baby," I greeted her with my usual first greeting.
"The sun's already baked that pig's butt, and you're still saying good morning?"
I muttered sheepishly, changing the subject, and then quickly washed up and got ready. After getting dressed,
I went to Jasmine and said, "Let's go to xxx."
Jasmine looked at me with some surprise, then jumped up happily, kissed me, and said, "I thought you'd forgotten . I
'm so glad you didn't break your promise." She then took Xiaolang's hand, turned off the TV, and went out the door
.
If yesterday Jasmine and I were slowly crossing the line from friendship, today we're already a loving
couple. Several hours passed in a sickeningly sweet, almost cloying, atmosphere. The scenery along the way
barely registered in our minds; our eyes were more focused on each other, gently gazing at one another.
After visiting [location name], it was already past 5 PM when we drove back.
I'd only had a quick lunch in a rush, and my stomach was already rumbling. I was thinking about where to take Jasmine out for
a nice meal to reward her for her allure the night before and to prepare her for today's more intense adventure. Then my phone
rang. It was my supervisor calling.
I answered the phone, and it was the director's voice on the other end: "Xiao X, where are you?"
"Director, I'm on my way back to B City for dinner with a friend. Where are you? I'll pick you up and we can have dinner
together ."
"There will be plenty of time for dinner. I have something urgent for you to do today. A
machine has broken down. Take your team and go there immediately to handle it."
"Director, can't we go first thing tomorrow morning? I'm with my friend right now."
"No!" the director said firmly. "XX Company is a client we worked hard to win over.
Their next procurement list is incredibly large. We can't lose this opportunity to secure the order because of inadequate service.
You must go immediately, and you must handle this matter well. Otherwise,
neither ."
"Director, I'm afraid I don't have enough experience and won't be able to handle it well," I tried to find an excuse.
"It's alright, you can go there tonight. If there are any problems, just call me anytime, and I'll tell you what
to do. If it really doesn't work, I'll come over first thing tomorrow morning."
I was a little resentful. I had to go right away, and you were only going tomorrow morning? That was so unfair! But I couldn't
say it out loud, so I looked at Jasmine sitting in the passenger seat. She had obviously heard my conversation with the director, and her expression
and gestures indicated that I should agree to the director's request.
So I said, "Okay, director, I'll be home soon. I'll get my work clothes ready, notify
the technicians in my group, and then we'll meet at the company to collect the tools and parts and head to xx."
"Young man, that's right. You can spend all your time with your friend. Once you've handled this,
I'll give you the day off so you can spend all your time with him."
Hearing the director's promise, I happily said, "Thank you, director, thank you, director. I'll be there soon.
Please tell the warehouse to wait for us."
"Okay, that's settled. I'll call the warehouse right away." I hung up the phone after saying that.
"I'm sorry, honey, I have to go on a business trip soon. I can't spend any more time with you today," I
said apologetically to Jasmine.
"It's okay, I know your work is important. You go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back at home."
Where can you find such an understanding and kind girl? I immediately said excitedly, "Great! After this
business trip, the boss gave me two days off, so I can properly satisfy you."
"Get lost, you're so unserious! Who needs your satisfaction?"
Jasmine protested shyly with her weak fists.
I didn't actually mean anything by "that." I meant to say I wanted to satisfy her desire to fully understand B City
, but seeing her expression, how could I not understand? A wave of tenderness and affection naturally welled up in my heart. Soon,
I grabbed a quick bite, returned to my little wolf den, took out a spare key and gave it to Jasmine, then took out 200
yuan for spending money, grabbed my work clothes, and rushed to the company. At the company, I naturally did some more preparations, took my
two technicians, got in the car, and headed to the XX construction site.
After more than two hours of bumpy travel, I arrived at the construction site and learned that it was a residential
building construction site , and the concrete pouring would begin tomorrow after the New Year. The project manager wanted to hold a ceremony; invitations had already
been sent to the client and local leaders, hoping they would attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. That afternoon, during a test run of the company's machinery, their
operator, overconfident and not following the operating procedures, ended up blocking our pump supervisor.
Because this machinery was recently purchased, the manager seriously called the company headquarters to complain about
the machine's quality. Headquarters pressured the sales department, the sales department pressured the manager, and the manager pressured me, so I had no choice but to come with a technician
to handle the situation. After understanding the source of the malfunction, fixing it wasn't difficult, but since it wasn't our responsibility, I
couldn't decide how to handle it. So I called the manager to let him decide. After understanding the situation, the manager
communicated with their manager and still assigned me to fix it that night.
Looking at the time, it was already 11 PM. I took my technician and called the client's operator
to the machine and started working. Their manager was quite helpful, even assigning a few laborers to
assist us. After three or four hours of hard work, we finally fixed the malfunction.
After finishing this, I wanted to rush back to reunite with Jasmine that very night, but the technician said he was too tired and
didn't want to leave. The client's representative also wanted us to stay, promising to let us
go back only after the ceremony was successfully completed the next day. They even offered us generous compensation, which made my two subordinates' eyes light up
. I felt bad about disappointing my subordinates, so I sent a message to the director and Jasmine,
informing them of the situation, and checked into the hotel arranged by the client.
The next morning, they woke me up early. I checked my phone; the director had replied agreeing to the client's request, and
Jasmine also expressed her understanding, so I didn't think much of it.
The ceremony was lively and grand. I stood beside the roaring machines, instructing the operators while
detachedly observing everyone else walking the runway. It lasted from 9 a.m. until 4 p.m., when
some bureau chief announced its successful conclusion. I quickly left the still-idling machinery, changed out of my dusty and oil-stained
work clothes, and stood by the vehicle door, eagerly picking up my phone to call Jasmine.
I took out my phone and checked the missed calls and over a dozen text messages. Looking at the missed calls, it was
Jasmine's number. My heart was filled with sweet memories of Jasmine's longing for me, so I read the messages, but my heart sank deeper and deeper into
an abyss.
Love, I'm leaving. I wanted to hear your voice one last time before I left, but that became a distant dream.
Why answer my calls? I miss you so much.
My love, at this moment of parting, I want to tell you that I love you so much. You are the first
man I've ever loved, and you will be the last. My previous marriage was an experience born of my ignorance of love; it doesn't count. Our future
relationship has become a utilitarian exchange; there will be no more true feelings.
My love, do you know that before coming to see you, I had already agreed to be my boss's mistress? I had no
other choice. Besides this fairly pretty body, I couldn't think of any other way to
save my family from poverty. I didn't want my sister and brother to suffer like me, having to use their bodies to gain a man's pity and
a little money to survive.
My love, I wanted to wait for you to come back, but that old man couldn't wait any longer. He
actually drove across several provinces to B city to pick me up. I have to go. I cried when I left, I was so sad and
heartbroken . I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my promise—to wait for you to come back! He called again to urge me. I was
packing my things, reminiscing about our sweet two days together, and tears welled up again.
I put the key on your refrigerator. Please remember to put it away when you come back. I'm leaving now, I'll close the door for you
. Goodbye.
While waiting for that man's car, all I could think about was you. My man, if only I weren't so poor, and
you weren't so struggling, things would be so much better. Reality has to separate us; I'll soon be someone's mistress, so
please forget me as soon as possible.
I saw his car. Thank you for giving me the sweetest memories. After spending two days with you, I have no
regrets! I really have to go. I'm going to throw away my SIM card so you can't find me anymore, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to resist
your temptation.
I'll kiss you, and while I'm at it, I'll take the opportunity to apologize to your girlfriend for stealing you from her for two days.
Goodbye
My love, this is the last kiss.
Farewell, kiss, not enough... one more kiss...
Reading this, tears streamed down my face. We never saw each other again.
[The End]

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