Russian girl

That was about four years ago. I had spent nearly 40 days in G city working on a huge project and finally secured a contract worth tens of millions.
I decided to go home, and while waiting for my flight, I planned to move from the development zone to the city center. I hadn't had a chance to properly explore this famous city of G yet.
I used my e-Dragon card to book a hotel in the bustling city center. The receptionist found a five-star hotel, but it was very cheap, only 500 yuan, so I decided to splurge.
It was already evening when I checked into the hotel. I didn't have an appetite for dinner, so I decided to go out for a walk. This hotel was the tallest building in G city a few years ago, dozens of stories high, and there were two other five-star hotels nearby.
There were several bars across from the hotel, and I thought it would be nice to have some beer and listen to music to pass the time, so I chose the biggest-looking one and went in.
The bar was underground, quite large, with a bar counter, tables, a disco stage, and two performance stages. Every now and then, waitresses or excited customers would go on stage and put on a show to energetic music.
I chose a less crowded bar and ordered half a dozen Coronas—my favorite beer.
The bar was noisy, mostly frequented by foreigners, with people of color making up a large portion. Many foreigners sat at tables, oblivious to their surroundings, kissing and caressing Chinese girls.
When I finished my second beer, disco music started playing, and most of the customers at the bar went to dance. Only a white girl and I remained at the oval bar. She sat about six or seven meters away from me, diagonally opposite me because of the oval shape. I glanced at her a few times, and she noticed me too. When our eyes met, we smiled and greeted each other. As I raised my bottle for a drink, the girl also raised her glass, and our eyes met again. I raised my beer bottle to her, and she smiled and raised her glass in return. We drank our first beer.
When I raised my bottle again, I couldn't help but glance over there. Whether by coincidence or design, she also raised her glass. I couldn't help but laugh. The girl smiled, raised her hand and beckoned me over. So I took the bottle and went over to sit next to her, extending my hand: "Nice to meet you!" My English is terrible; I can only manage the most basic everyday phrases. Just as I was thinking about what to say next, she spoke: "Are you Japanese? South Korean?"
Haha, she actually speaks Chinese! I told her I'm Chinese, from the north. She immediately asked if I was from Beijing. I told her my city's name, and she shook her head, so I said I was near Beijing. She happily said she loved Beijing, that it was the most beautiful city she had ever seen.
We started chatting and hit it off.
Her name was Yelena.
Yelena was very beautiful, with a round face, large, deep, sparkling eyes, golden hair, and about 168cm tall with a fantastic figure.
Yelena graduated from the Chinese Department of Haisenwei University and worked as a translator for a Russian trading company. When her manager wasn't in G City, she had little to do and liked to go to bars for drinks after work. She had graduated two years ago, but had just gotten the job, having only been in G city for half a month. Before that, she had worked for a few months at the Macau branch.
I told her about my situation briefly, and she was very interested in Chinese culture and customs, asking a lot of questions. I told her what I knew.
Yelena's Chinese was very good; she could understand almost everything except for very obscure words.
Just as we were chatting, the disco music ended, and the guests gradually returned to their seats. That's when I learned that Yelena had come with a companion.
Her companion was also a Russian girl, an English translator for another Russian company, and she shared a house with Yelena.
I greeted Yelena's companion in English, while Yelena said she didn't understand Chinese. Several men had returned with her companion; one was white, who said he was from Belarus, and the other three were black. Yelena didn't know how to say their country names in Chinese, and I couldn't understand the English country names either—they were all from small African countries, anyway. After
exchanging a few pleasantries with them, I left. Those men weren't interested in talking to me; it was clear they didn't want me to interfere. Their interest was with the two girls.
So I left and returned to my seat.
The two Russian girls and the group were chatting animatedly, laughing heartily from time to time.
Later, when disco music came on, Yelena specifically came over and pulled me to dance. I've never liked dancing, but Yelena enthusiastically pulled me along, loudly saying "come on, come on!" I couldn't help but be infected by her enthusiasm—this passionate Russian girl!
She swayed wildly on the dance floor, her movements not large, but beautiful and sexy, especially her hips; the rounded tremors as she twisted were truly captivating and alluring!
She wore a tight top and faded thin jeans, which accentuated her voluptuous figure even more.
I can't dance, so I could only wiggle randomly to the rhythm of the music. Fortunately, I've always liked sports, so my coordination should be pretty good; I guess it wasn't too disgusting.
The dance was long, and I was already slightly sweaty. I looked at Yelena; she was facing me, dancing with such passion, her movements so beautiful, a blush rising on her fair face. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart, but quickly I thought, we're not from the same country, I shouldn't get carried away. She just wanted to communicate more with Chinese people and learn more about Chinese culture.
When the dance ended, Yelena naturally took my hand and led me to my seat, loudly telling me how happy and fun she had been while fixing her hair with one hand. I escorted Yelena back to her seat and noticed her companion was gone. I asked her, and she said she had gone with the White Russian boy to his place. As she spoke, Yelena tapped her two thumbs together, making a slight twitching motion. I chuckled, finding her amusing. She also laughed and said that Lena liked that boy. I asked if he was Lena's boyfriend. Yelena shrugged and said, "We met today, and I just started liking him."
I couldn't help but marvel at the openness of Russians. I asked Yelena what she was doing at the boy's house. She laughed heartily, patted my leg, and said, "You're so cute!" Her pronunciation still had a distinct foreign accent; she said "you hate science" in Chinese, which made me laugh too. Then the two Black men started speaking to her in English, which I didn't understand much, so I said goodbye to Yelena and went back to my seat.
It was almost 1 a.m., the bar closed, and people started leaving. I quickly finished my last beer and prepared to leave. Yelena was still chatting enthusiastically with the two Black men. I went over to say hello and head back to my hotel.
To my surprise, Yelena wanted to come with me and asked me to wait. She then talked for a long time with the two Black men, mainly a tall, muscular guy. It seemed he wanted her phone number. Finally, she gave him her number, wrote it down in his cigarette case, closed it, said goodbye to them, and left the bar with me.
Once outside, I asked her if she needed me to take her home. She said it was because the old Black man kept bothering her, so she wanted to come with me. She said she didn't want to go home yet and wanted to go to another bar to continue drinking. She asked if I could go with her, and I immediately said yes. To be honest, I had a slight expectation that something might happen. Haha, no one is perfect!
We took a taxi and had the driver take us to a bar that was open 24/7. The bar wasn't big, and it was mostly filled with foreigners. We chose a round bar table about 1.3 or 1.4 meters high, with high stools around it, seating four people. I asked Yelena what she wanted to drink, and she said, "You decide." Seeing her politeness, I said, "No problem, just tell me what you like." After thanking her, Yelena said she wanted a Malibu. I looked at the drink menu; a glass cost 80 patacas, but a bottle was 400, clearly a better deal. So I ordered a bottle—a white porcelain bottle with a red label, a foreign liquor. It had a strong aroma, not bad, so I drank Malibu with her while chatting.
The bar also had a small bouncy dance floor; sometimes Yelena would go dancing, but I didn't like dancing, so I just sat and waited. She met a tourist student from Moscow while dancing, and they chatted quite animatedly. Sitting there, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy; after all, we'd come together, so I was practically her date. Seeing my female companion so close to another man wasn't a pleasant feeling. When the music ended, Yelena came running towards me like a little bird, saying, "Wait a minute, I'm going to get my friend's number." Then she ran to the boy's table and sat down, talking and writing something for quite a while before finally returning to sit beside me.
Yelena took a big gulp of her malibu, cheerfully exclaiming, "It's so hot! So hot!" At that moment, Yelena noticed the displeasure on my face, burst into laughter, and bent over, clutching her stomach. Then she placed one hand on my leg, stroking it, and pointed at me, saying, "Ha, you're unhappy! You're jealous! You're jealous!" I was surprised she even knew the word "jealousy," and a little embarrassed. She then smiled and said I was cute, leaning closer and gently half-hugging my back, pressing her flushed face against mine. My body instantly heated up. I smelled the perfume emanating from her neck and the faint scent of alcohol on her breath—it smelled wonderful and very attractive. I thought this might be a factor in her choosing Malibu. I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say, repeatedly saying no, no. She smiled and said it was okay, I was cute, and I liked it when you were jealous of me.
What an open-minded Russian girl! I thought this must be her way of confessing her feelings for me, so I asked her, "Do you really like me?" She widened her lovely eyes and said, "Of course, I like you very much." My heart warmed instantly. After all, this was the first time a foreign girl had explicitly expressed her feelings for me. A Pakistani girl had confessed her feelings a long time ago, and my English was terrible—I could only understand half of what she said, and I wasn't very good at expressing myself. I tried writing, speaking, and gesturing, but I couldn't get anything out of it for a long time. That time, I was at the Pakistani girl's home. Her father was a high-ranking customs official, and we were discussing business with him. We were invited to her house as guests, but after we started eating, we didn't have a chance to talk anymore, and then I
said goodbye and left. But I digress. Back to the main point.
Her hand was on my leg, and our outer thighs were touching. I could feel the heat through our pants and the softness and elasticity of her thigh. At that moment, I got excited, and I placed my hand on her thigh as well, gently rubbing it. We continued rubbing our thighs like that, drinking and chatting. She told me about Vladivostok, about her father's alcoholism, her mother's early death, and how her father was living with a female alcoholic two years older than her. Soon, we'd downed more than half a bottle of wine, but we were both quite sober; her alcohol tolerance was definitely no less than mine.
Suddenly, the music stopped, followed by a flurry of footsteps, doors opening, screams, and beams of flashlight beams enveloping us. My eyes squinted from the glare, and I pictured scenes from American blockbusters: heavily armed police, helicopters casting halos overhead, flashing police car lights, and SWAT teams swiftly and methodically deploying to every exit. My mind raced—was there a problem? The answer became immediately clear:
no problem!
All of this flashed through my mind in less than a second. I immediately reached out and took her hand, patting her shoulder with my other hand, saying, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
I could clearly sense Yelena's fear, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, gently stroking her arm. Yelena turned and smiled at me.
After a period of noise and chaos, the lights suddenly came on, and all the lights in the bar were turned on. I saw five or six police officers. The bar owner was speaking loudly, but his voice was drowned out by the noise. He waved for everyone to leave. I went over to ask the owner and learned that bars in this city are not allowed to operate past 1 a.m. The bar had closed its doors, but the music was too loud and attracted the police.
It was a false alarm.
Yelena and I went outside, dodging the touts of taxi drivers. We walked hand in hand along the streets at night. Yelena said I was very capable, mimicking the gesture I had made earlier when I patted her shoulder to reassure her. I also put my arm around her waist.
Yelena's waist was very slender and high, seemingly even taller than mine. Her legs were long, and her buttocks were pert. As my hand slid down with the rhythm of our walk, it was clearly supported by her pert buttocks. I could feel that her slender waist was firm yet soft on the surface. We walked like this, our arms linked, our bodies occasionally brushing against each other. The city of G was ablaze with colorful lights, a cool breeze was blowing, and the streets and sky looked exceptionally clean in the night. I was captivated by the beautiful night and the warmth of the foreign beauty.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity, I stopped. We naturally embraced, face to face. Looking into her deep eyes, I said, "Yelena, I love you." I clearly heard a soft moan from Yelena's throat. She hugged me tightly, calling my name, and said, "I love you too." Our lips drew closer, touched, and finally met in a kiss.
Yelena's breath carried a faint scent of Malibu, which, combined with her fresh breath, I loved. We kissed deeply, for a long time, but my hands only stroked her back, not moving further, because I was unfamiliar with Russian customs and felt it best not to be presumptuous.
I began to gently kiss her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, and neck. Yelena closed her eyes, quietly responding to my kisses. When I kissed her neck, I noticed a faint body odor, indescribable, not offensive, but not particularly appealing either. I guessed it was just the typical European body odor.
I asked her if it was okay not to go back. She said it was fine, Lena wouldn't be going back either.
I asked if we could go to my hotel. After confirming it was across from the bar, she agreed.
We hailed a taxi and went to the hotel.
My heart was pounding as I pulled Yelena inside. To be honest, I never imagined a fair-skinned, brown-eyed, blonde beauty would appear beside me, ready to share my love. Seeing that no one was paying attention to us, this foreign couple, I relaxed a little as we entered the elevator. I pressed the 35th floor button, and the elevator carried me and my blonde beauty, along with our passion, upwards.
Ding-dong, the elevator doors opened. I took out my keys and pulled Yelena out of the elevator. A woman in her forties, wearing a waitress uniform, called out to us, asking which room we wanted. I answered her, and she took out a card from the counter, glanced at it, and said this lady needed to register in the lobby. I pulled a 50-yuan bill from my pocket and tossed it on her counter, saying I didn't want to register. Then I pulled Yelena along, heading towards the hallway. The woman behind us softly called out, "Sir, no, no!" Yelena hesitated, and I pulled her along, saying, "There's nothing wrong with that."
The door had just closed when Yelena leaned back against it, placing her right hand on her left chest where her heart was, her lips pouting into a small red curl, letting out a long breath, her cute big eyes darting around—a typical Western gesture of surprise. I smiled and turned to look at her; she was so adorable. I slowly placed my hands on the doorframe and covered her red lips with my own.
Yelena closed her eyes, and as her lips parted, a soft whimper escaped from the back of her nose.
My tongue parted her lips, then gently tickled the corners of her mouth. With her breathing quickening, Yelena opened her teeth, her tongue eagerly searching. I didn't let her find it. My lips parted slightly, watching the little fish desperately search for bait. Just as she opened her eyes in desperation, I sucked her soft, eager tongue into my mouth, sucking and kneading it, stirring and flicking it with my tongue, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
Yelena's eyes, not fully open, closed again.
We began to suckle and gently bite each other's lips, our tongues occasionally tracing between them, sometimes darting deeper. Finally, our two hungry mouths opened wide and joined together, our tongues swirling intensely, probing deep into each other, licking the walls, only to be pushed back into their own home, teased and playfully fighting.
My arms involuntarily tightened around Yelena, her full, soft breasts bouncing against my chest, transmitting the heat of a foreign land.
Suddenly, Yelena seemed to remember something. She opened her eyes, tilted her head back, and looked at me intently, saying, "You're amazing!"
I stared blankly into her clear, deep eyes, wondering why she suddenly said that.
Looking at me, she muttered to herself, "Amazing, amazing!"
She gestured as if I had thrown money on the counter, saying, "I don't want to register! That's it! Okay, okay!" Then, mimicking the old woman, she said, "No, sir, no, sir!"
Turning back to my role,
she said, "Nothing is impossible!" She then burst into laughter, this strange blonde girl. I don't know what she was thinking, so caught up in the moment, suddenly remembering this. I just don't understand!
My burgeoning passion was temporarily dampened by this mischievous girl, and I pulled her into the room.
Yelena exclaimed again, "So beautiful!" She pulled back a corner of the snow-white silk blanket on the bed, praising it endlessly.
I sat down on the sofa, smiling as I watched the crazy girl's animated gestures.
Yelena was happy for a while, then turned to look at me, smiling silently. She pouted, leaned down, and hugged me, asking if I wanted to sleep.
I was surprised by the foreign girl's directness, but I still hugged her tightly, pulling her onto my lap and kissing her lips. "Yes," I said
. Yelena immediately struggled to get up, saying, "Take a shower, take a shower! You have to take a shower before you can go to bed, otherwise..." She pointed to the carpet under the bed with her hands on her hips. I told her to shower first.
Yelena unabashedly took off her jeans and tight top, leaving only her underwear and thong. My eyes widened instantly; half of her full, white breasts were exposed, and dark pubic hair was faintly visible in the front of her white thong.
She looked around the room, then came over to put her clothes on the sofa. I didn't let her pass easily, pulling her onto my lap. My right hand encircled her incredibly soft back, my lips pressed against her fragrant mouth, and my left hand cupped her thigh.
Yelena began to moan intermittently, almost inaudibly, as I kissed her, sometimes deeply, sometimes lightly. My left hand began to snake upwards along her thigh, winding across her flat stomach, reaching between her breasts, leaping and gliding over them. Yelena's chest arched upwards in response, but my hand then turned downwards, sliding over her lower abdomen, abruptly changing direction at the fork in the road, winding down her inner thigh.
Reaching her slender feet, it circled back up the same path, leaping over the small stream at the fork, then turning down the other inner thigh.
This happened twice; each time my fingers reached the fork, Yelena moaned and arched her back in response, but each time I met nothing. Yelena's moans intensified, her tongue began to attack me in our kisses, and her long legs involuntarily parted.
As my hand wandered to the black mounds encased in her thong for the third time, it paused in mid-air. Her erection met my fingers perfectly, and I gently stroked the soft, hairy tips of her mounds. I used my fingers to part the thin thong, and my entire palm probed into the moist, hot center of her vulva.
By now, it was already slippery and overflowing, my entire palm lubricated. So I used my palm to explore the valley, and the foreign girl was already moaning and trembling, twisting and turning.
My palm was completely immersed in the soft, thick, and smooth fluid, sliding up and down faster and faster in rhythm with the battle of tongues during our kiss. I could clearly feel that plump little bud jumping joyfully in the raindrops between my palms, slippery and impossible to catch. I quickened my pace with glee, and soon Yelena's legs clamped tightly together, pinning my hand between them, rendering it immobile. I stubbornly continued my rapid, small-range thrusting for a while, until I heard Yelena gasp and moan. Her legs clamped even tighter, preventing my left hand from moving even slightly, and her hands gripped my arms to stop her.
I knew she had reached the summit of the volcano.
Yelena's tongue, intertwined with mine, ceased its movement. I gently kissed her lips, patted her round buttocks, and said, "Shall we take a bath?"
Yelena awoke from her post-orgasmic drowsiness, hugged me, and went into the bathroom.
I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, quickly stripped off my clothes, and went over.
The bathroom door was ajar. Yelena saw me and happily pulled me into the bathtub. We embraced completely naked, the showerhead spraying warm water over our heads. I squeezed some shower gel from the wall and applied it to her back to wash her, and she did the same to me. We bathed each other like this, embracing.
Yelena had a slender waist and a smooth back. As I began washing her buttocks, I couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful figures of Europeans! Her buttocks, coated with bath gel, were as smooth and delicate as large pearls, their rounded curves and soft elasticity attracting my hands to wander over them repeatedly. Yelena tilted her head and kissed my lips, her hands also beginning to knead my buttocks.
Our fronts were pressed tightly together, and I was already proudly erect. My little guy had nowhere to go, so it naturally burrowed between Yelena's legs. Yelena was a little shorter than me barefoot, but her crotch was higher than mine, so as if it were specially designed, my little guy comfortably found his home.
Yelena kissed me while squeezing out a generous amount of bath gel and spraying it down the cleavage between our tightly pressed chests. She moved her body from side to side, quickly covering our chests and lower abdomens with the gel. As she moved, the area where her little one was hiding became incredibly slippery, indistinguishable between bath gel and vaginal fluid. I was experiencing a wonderful bathing method I'd never seen before.
Yelena's little breasts slid and jumped merrily against my chest. I tried to press them down with my chest, but they would dart to the other side as soon as I pressed on one side, impossible to catch.
I played this rabbit-catching game tirelessly, while her little one hopped around with ease.
We were both intoxicated by this immense pleasure!
After a long while, we reluctantly embraced and moved to the water to wash ourselves. We continued to wash each other. After we were clean, my hand slid down into her valley from behind to clean her. My fingers gently grazed her anus, and Yelena giggled and returned the gesture, kneading me in return. I clearly felt an indescribable comfort and pleasure.
Then, Yelena reached her right hand behind her back, pushed my hand away, and reached into the valley, grabbing the little guy who was a bit tired from playing. She gently washed it, and the little guy, obviously aroused, suddenly became energetic, restlessly swelling and throbbing. A warm current rose from my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help but pull back and thrust into the valley again. The little guy raised its head and plunged deep into the valley.
Yelena's peach blossom pool gurgled and flowed, the peach blossom cave soft and thick, hot and surging, the little guy running back and forth inside, Yelena's left leg already high on the edge of the bathtub.
I pressed my hands on her two round buttocks, slowly increasing the speed and depth, driving the little guy to run, Yelena's moans grew louder and louder, her head tilting back forcefully, her right leg supporting her body becoming weaker and weaker. I thrust hard a few times and said to her, shall we go to the bed?
Yelena nodded repeatedly, quickly grabbed a towel, and wiped us both haphazardly. I lifted her up by the waist, a little strenuous but I still managed to get to the bed.
Yelena kept whimpering, I got into bed and lay on my side next to her, kissing her soft, sexy lips, while stroking her two little white rabbits with my right hand. Oh, so wonderful! The little white rabbits were very upright when she was standing, now they were round pagodas, the tops pink. Having seen so many Asian colors, they looked even more delicate, almost artificial. She wasn't big, a little larger than a soybean, but under my arousal, she was full and erect. I gently rolled these two adorable little things in my palms, eliciting moans from Yelena, but her mouth was completely covered, so they became suppressed whimpers from the back of her throat.
My hands began to knead her breasts, a feeling I had never experienced before, like silk, like water-filled balloons, incredibly smooth and even to the touch, without a single lump. I loved this feeling! I admired her like a work of art, gently kneading and squeezing, coordinating with my kissing tongue, intoxicated by this wonderful sensation.
Yelena's waist and legs twisted and turned, becoming more and more intense, occasionally arching upwards with effort, like a drowning person desperately struggling to breathe. Her tongue stirred me more and more urgently, her hands haphazardly caressing my back and chest.
I remained captivated, savoring the intertwining of her fragrant tongue and the delicate softness of her breasts. Yelena struggled to turn her lower body to the side, hooking her left leg around my right and pulling it between her legs, my thighs pressed tightly against the canyon.
Deep within the canyon, water was already flowing gently. Yelena's legs were tightly wrapped around mine, her waist twisting rapidly back and forth, side to side, like a child climbing a tree.
The front of my thighs was quickly soaked with the stream water, becoming slippery. I responded by rapidly thrusting my right leg in response.
Yelena desperately tried to avoid my kisses, speaking very quickly, but I couldn't understand a word. Her words were filled with a lot of gurgling, tongue-twisting sounds, her hands frantically flailing, her waist twisting even more frantically, her mutterings already tinged with sobs. I lowered my head and took her breast into my mouth, quickly teasing the swollen opening with my tongue, occasionally opening my mouth wide to suck half of it in. My right hand reached down, forcefully pulling my right leg back. Yelena thought I was going to stop, and desperately clamped her legs around my right leg to prevent me from pulling back. She only released her thigh when she felt my hand coming to her aid, and my hand probed into the canyon.
My hand was immediately wet with the gushing water. My middle and ring fingers slid from bottom to top, bringing the hot spring water that kept gushing from the Peach Blossom Cave to the small peak at the top of the canyon.
The small peak was squeezed and slid between my two fingers, and her small outer garment was taken off and put on again, over and over again.
Yelena was almost frantic, muttering a series of Russian words, continuous and quite beautiful.
Hehe, I suddenly realized that Russian was most suitable for moaning at this moment. No wonder people say that Russians have strong desires, and even language has a strong auxiliary function.
My hand quickened its pace, and as it slid down, my two fingers bent and probed into the cave, rubbing and stirring the cave wall, bringing out more water to moisten the small peak.
Yelena's writhing grew faster and faster, her moans more urgent. Suddenly, a series of cries escaped her throat, her hips arching upwards with all her might. I knew the climax had truly arrived. I pressed down hard on her nipples, rapidly shaking them up and down and side to side. Soon, Yelena gradually stopped writhing and collapsed onto the bed.
I gently kissed her, leaned against the pillow, and held her in my arms.
Yelena lay quietly in my arms, her eyes closed, her face flushed and glowing, like a baby's.
I carefully gazed at the blonde beauty lying in my arms. It all felt like a dream, yet her rosy cheeks, her delicate, high nose, her doll-like eyelashes, her round, moist lips, and especially her soft breasts that I gently cupped, swaying slightly with her breath—all of this reminded me that it was real.
I gently pressed my lips to Yelena's full lips, and contentedly closed my eyes with her.
I felt like Yelena and I were on a Hawaiian beach. The sky was an endless expanse of clear blue, dotted with wisps of white clouds.
Hand in hand, we ran and jumped lightly on the sand, feeling incredibly relaxed – it had been so long!
We ran into the sea, and I felt the cool, caressing water on my toes, calves, thighs, buttocks, waist, and even the little spots on my chest. I stretched happily, and then a small fish darted between my legs, playfully nibbling at my body. I instinctively pushed it away, and the fish immediately jumped up and nibbled at my nipples. A tingling sensation spread down my spine. I looked for the playful fish, but Yelena was nowhere to be seen. Oh, it was that big fish!
Yelena was underwater, her soft tongue darting and licking every ticklish spot on my body, sending waves of unprecedented itch through me.
Her target gradually locked onto my legs, sucking and licking. Suddenly, her tongue stopped at my anus, gently circling it a few times before probing deeper, a soft yet firm exploration. Oh, this was a unique sensation, a tingling, itchy, and indescribably pleasurable feeling. I couldn't help but want to pull her up from the depths, to kiss her, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch Yelena's elusive tongue.
Waves of inexplicable tingling spread from my anus throughout my body, and a strong pleasure rose within me, surging into a desire to melt Yelena.
I frantically searched for Yelena, gradually clearing my mind. Ah, it was Yelena kissing me; she had woken up sometime earlier.
I kept my eyes closed, my body lazily submitting to her ministrations, enjoying this intense pleasure.
Yelena's tongue licked back and forth in the crease where my thigh and buttocks met, from one side to the other, not missing my anus, occasionally pushing hard with the tip of her tongue. The feeling was strange; no one had ever touched this area before, and it turned out to be very sensitive.
I gradually woke up completely from my dream. By then, Yelena's tongue had moved to my penis and scrotum. She sucked and licked gently, her technique skillful and incredibly pleasurable. My penis was now erect, and her tongue licked back and forth from my scrotum to the groove under my penis. After a while, she completely enveloped my penis in her warm, moist mouth. Her lips formed a soft but tight ring, moving up and down, her tongue teasing the glans with varying speed and pressure. A
wave of heat surged through my lower abdomen, waves of pleasure rising and spreading from the bottom of my spine.
I finally couldn't resist any longer and reached out to grab Yelena's little white rabbit. Yelena was startled, but quickly understood my intention. Following my guidance, she turned around, her bottom facing my face, her legs straddling my head.
Yelena continued her sucking.
I carefully looked at the mysterious valley above my face: sparse, light yellow hair, long, pink, delicate clitoris that was already a little swollen, slightly parted, and the little thing that met at the top was already quite full.
I extended my tongue, gently gliding it from bottom to top, sensing a very faint, unique, and refreshing taste. When I swept over the small area where they met, Yelena's body visibly twitched. I continued sweeping upwards, gradually increasing the speed, until her pink lips parted wider and wider. My tongue swept over the valley floor, and when it reached the top where they met, I could clearly feel that the clitoris was full and swollen. My tongue could feel the clitoris's stubborn erection. Every time I swept over the clitoris, Yelena's body visibly trembled. My sweeping became faster and faster, until I simply sucked those pink lips into my mouth, kneading them with my lips and teasing them with my tongue.
Yelena's secret valley had been flooded by me, and my mouth and face were soaked everywhere.
My mouth moved upwards, taking the clitoris into my mouth as well, gradually releasing her pink lips, which curled into a small curl, tightly sucking around the clitoris. My tongue began a ruthless and fierce attack, vigorously kneading the full clitoris back and forth.
At this point, Yelena had stopped stroking my penis and was deeply inserting it into her throat, motionless.
My assault made Yelena's whole body twist and tremble. She desperately tried to pull me back, urging me to get on top. I grabbed her hand and sucked and licked it intensely for a while before flipping her onto the bed and getting up to penetrate her.
Yelena hurriedly said to wait, took out a condom from her purse, and I quickly put it on and slowly thrust into her.
Yelena gasped, lying there contentedly accepting my invasion.
I moved slowly, and after a while, I began to thrust five lightly and then one deep, forceful stroke. Yelena began to moan, and my rhythm gradually quickened, her moans becoming increasingly helpless.
We tried several positions, and finally I found our best one: Yelena lay on her side with her left leg bent on top, and I straddled her right leg. This allowed for the deepest penetration, and when I was inside her, we were perfectly joined. I felt my head touch a small, round ball, and each time I penetrated it, she let out a long, drawn-out moan. I knew I had found her sensitive spot.
I began to thrust violently, pulling out a little bit each time before plunging in again. This long-distance thrusting brought Yelena to her climax. Her moans were occasionally punctuated by Russian murmurs, and her vaginal opening convulsed violently. I knew she had truly reached her peak, so I increased the frequency, thrusting like a cement mixer at a high frequency. Soon, I also reached my climax. With each convulsion, Yelena let out a rapid, muffled moan from the back of her throat, and her vaginal opening tightened intermittently.
We melted together!
I climbed on top of her and held her tightly. She looked at me with boundless affection and gave me a series of loving kisses.
I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When we got back, Yelena told me she was hungry and really wanted some lamb skewers.
I checked my watch—good heavens, 4 a.m.! Where could we find lamb skewers? I asked her where she'd eaten lamb skewers before, and she said not far from here, also late at night.
I said okay, let's ask a taxi driver to find some.
After washing up and getting dressed, we went downstairs. As we left our room, Yelena suddenly remembered the waitress and quietly asked me if she might still be waiting for us. I chuckled, patted her blonde head, and said, "Then you stay with me. If you spot her, run! I'll cover you."
Yelena immediately grabbed my arm and said, "Let's run together."
Looking into her earnest eyes, I grew to like this innocent and straightforward foreign girl more and more.
There were many taxis parked in front of the hotel. We asked several drivers, but none of them knew of any 24-hour lamb skewer stalls nearby. Then one driver said there might be some near the train station. Finally, there was hope! So we got in the car.
In the car, Yelena held my arm, resting her head on my shoulder, looking like a little bird clinging to me.
She softly called my last name and said, "Your gray is very good!"
I asked, surprised, what gray was. Yelena mischievously brought her face close to mine, leering at me for a few seconds, then suddenly reached down and grabbed my penis, laughing as
she said, "Gray." This sudden move in the taxi made me realize what was happening, and my penis quickly grew.
My right hand quietly found its mark and quickly slipped between her legs from her waist. Yelena's pants were very low-waisted and loose, and with her cooperation, I easily explored the mysterious valley. A stream quickly flowed from the depths of the valley. I rubbed and teased it with my middle and ring fingers, asking her what it was called. She comfortably wiggled slightly and laughed, answering, "Bisika."
I'm terrible at learning foreign languages, but I remembered those two words instantly, so theory must be combined with practice, haha.
I teased her with my fingers and whispered "Bisika" in her ear. She also rubbed my penis in return, saying, "Gray."
The driver seemed a bit puzzled, constantly glancing back in the rearview mirror, so we stopped talking and focused on our own tasks. We
soon arrived at the train station, but after circling around for a while without finding any lamb skewers, the driver said he knew a place open 24/7, a late-night eatery, and might have some. So we set off again.
After walking quite a distance, we arrived at the restaurant. It was almost five o'clock, and a couple of elderly people were already having their morning tea.
We went upstairs and found a seat.
It was a medium-sized restaurant in a residential area, and it seemed they hadn't had many foreigners before, especially for morning tea. The waiters whispered amongst themselves when they saw us coming upstairs hand in hand.
When we sat down, no waiters came to serve us. Several young girls hesitated, perhaps thinking we'd have to speak a foreign language.
Yelena waved to a blushing waitress, who came over shyly, unsure what to say.
Yelena said, "Miss, we'd like to order."
The girl paused, covered her mouth, and ran off to get the menu.
A group of young girls, seeing that this foreign girl could speak Chinese, started chattering excitedly, one bringing cutlery, another pouring tea.
I told Yelena that for dim sum, you usually order by looking at the food, so I took her to the open kitchen to order.
With my recommendation, we ordered steamed chicken feet, steamed ribs, shrimp dumplings, beef skewers, and many other things.
Yelena was particularly interested in the chicken feet, so I ordered two more baskets, which were quickly devoured.
Yelena didn't drink porridge, but wanted a Coke, which puzzled the waiters for quite a while. Drinking iced Coke so early in the morning is unusual.
After finishing, Yelena suggested packing up the remaining ribs and other dishes for Lena. I quickly ordered two more baskets of chicken feet and packed them up too. After
leaving the restaurant, I told her to go back to my hotel, but she said she wanted to go home, adding that Lena must have already gone home. I offered to take her home, and she agreed. We took a taxi to Yelena's house.
This was a residential area very close to the airport, with a beautiful environment. I walked her to her building, and offered to take her upstairs. She hesitated for a moment before agreeing. I assumed Lena wouldn't come back since she'd left with that Russian boy that night, but when I opened the door, Lena was asleep in bed.
Yelena turned around, put her finger to her lips to signal me to be quiet, and pulled me into her home.
It was a small room of about 30 square meters with a bathroom, somewhat like a standard hotel room. Lena was sleeping on a bed inside.
Yelena tiptoed onto her bed and began to undress. It was hot, and she felt sticky; she wanted to take a shower.
I stood at the door, afraid to go in, lest Lena suddenly wake up.
Yelena, stripped down to only her thong, walked barefoot towards the bathroom. I stood at the bathroom door, grabbed her, and began to caress her pert buttocks. The biggest difference between white and Asian bodies is the buttocks; Asian buttocks droop downwards, but white buttocks are pert, jiggling with fullness as they walk, which aroused me.
Yelena struggled to push open the bathroom door, and we entered the bathroom, still embracing each other.
I began to kiss and suckle her breasts, my hand slipping inside her thong. Yelena was wet again.
This time, I didn't caress her much. I roughly turned her around, pulled the drawstring of her thong aside with one hand, and with the other, pulled out my penis. My already erect penis, constricted by the edge of her thong, became even more swollen and hard. I rubbed my head against her vulva, coating my head with the wetness, then slightly pulled back my buttocks, thrust forward, and slid into the Peach Blossom Pool.
Yelena was extremely excited, letting out loud moans as my little brother recklessly thrust in.
I quickly stopped thrusting, afraid of waking Yelena. But Yelena seemed to enjoy the thrill, pushing her hips back and forth with each stroke, her moans not subsiding at all.
I was aroused by her and began to thrust and pound relentlessly.
Yelena braced herself on the edge of the sink, her two snow-white breasts drooping, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of my thrusting hips. Watching her violently swaying breasts in the mirror only fueled my desire. I slapped her round buttocks with both hands, each time my little brother almost left the opening before plunging in again. Because of her abundant vaginal lubrication, even if the insertion was slightly off-center, it would slide right into her. With each thrust, Yelena's round buttocks trembled like a rubber ball.
This long, drawn-out assault felt incredibly pleasurable for both of us.
Yelena's moans grew more rapid, eventually turning into hysterical nasal grunts. Suddenly, her buttocks trembled, and then her opening began to twitch.
I gripped her pelvis, increasing the force and frequency of my thrusts, preparing to reach climax quickly.
At that moment, Yelena suddenly stood up, and my penis slipped out.
She turned and hugged me tightly, saying, "Don't come out, save it for tonight."
My excited body slowly calmed down; I knew she meant well, so I suppressed my urge to explode and embraced and kissed her.
Yelena patted my back, broke free from my embrace, took off her thong, and stood under the shower to take a bath.
I didn't know if Lena had been awakened by our earth-shattering thrusts, so I stood at the door waiting, too afraid to go out.
After Yelena finished bathing, I followed her out of the bathroom.
Lena was still asleep; I breathed a sigh of relief.
Yelena put on a white nightgown, and then she opened her eyes, looking at us sleepily.
Yelena mumbled a few words to her, then turned and smiled at me; I guessed she was explaining our whereabouts from the previous night.
Lena propped herself up, revealing half of her shoulder, seemingly without a bra, and smiled as she said "Nieho."
I greeted her and quickly said I had to go.
Yelena then walked me to the door and kissed me goodbye.
My flight was that evening, so I went back to the hotel and slept until almost 1 p.m. I called Yelena; she had just woken up too. I asked if I could come to her place, and she said Lena was at work, but I could. I quickly got up, showered, dressed, checked out, and took a taxi to Yelena's apartment.
Yelena was still sleepy when she opened the door, wearing only a t-shirt. She hugged me and climbed onto my shoulder, looking like she hadn't slept enough. I told her to sleep a little longer, and she gratefully kissed me before heading straight to the bed. I watched her firm, bouncy buttocks sway with each step, and a surge of desire rose within me.
Yelena collapsed onto the bed and drifted off to sleep again.
Yelena's room wasn't large, but it was well-equipped. A wardrobe stood against the far wall, and a double sofa sat between the two beds and the bathroom, opposite which was a DVD player. I sat on the sofa, wanting to turn on the TV but afraid of disturbing her sleep. After a while, I got bored, noticed the door was locked from the inside, so I quietly went over and locked it. I came back, took off my clothes, and lay down behind Yelena.
Yelena was breathing evenly, sleeping soundly on
her side. I sat up and looked at her full buttocks from behind, a desire rising within me.
I gently pulled her thong down a little, and the string holding her buttocks together loosened. I gently moved it aside, revealing Yelena's two bulging mounds to my eyes.
Her mounds weren't too dark, still pinkish-red, with a slight crack in the middle.
I gently ran my fingers back and forth along the slit, and Yelena seemed to sense it. She twitched her buttocks, crawled forward onto the bed with her right leg, and half-crawled forward, falling asleep again.
I looked at her open mound; the slit in the middle had widened a little more. I began to gently press and rub with one finger.
Soon, water seeped from the crack, allowing my finger to slide inside the valley.
I found her vagina and gently rubbed it with the lubrication of the stream. Yelena's buttocks jerked a few times, and I quickly stopped, watching her become still again, breathing evenly.
I turned to the side and brought my penis close to the babbling valley.
My penis was full of energy; after rubbing its head against the opening for a while, coating it with enough water, I gently pushed it forward, and my penis entered the dripping cave effortlessly.
I moved the pillow aside, intending to sleep like this for a while.
Little did I know that my little brother wouldn't stay still in the warm, lubricated hole. Waves of heat emanated from my perineum, and I couldn't help but thrust my hips, driving my little brother to begin drilling for oil. Once
I started, I couldn't stop.
The overwhelming desire made me move faster and faster, and Yelena began to react, pulling my hand that was supporting her buttocks to her breasts.
I grabbed and kneaded her slippery breasts with one hand while increasing the speed of my thrusts. Yelena also cooperated with my rhythm, pushing her buttocks back. With a surge of pain in my waist, I trembled a few times and ejaculated inside Yelena.
I relaxed instantly, feeling incredibly tired, as if my waist had been hollowed out.
We had done it several times in the past ten hours, and I was completely exhausted.
Yelena's hand was still pressing down on my hand that was holding her breast.
We both drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how much time had passed when I suddenly woke up, startled. Had the flight been delayed? I quickly found my phone, checked the time, and saw that there were still more than two hours until takeoff. I finally relaxed, my heart still pounding.
Yelena was still fast asleep. My penis had shrunk to a tiny worm, and the fluids from our bodies had dried, making it even more wrinkled.
I quietly got up, took a shower, and washed away my fatigue, feeling refreshed.
Yelena was already awake, lying on the bed with her eyes wide open, looking at me.
I suddenly remembered that I hadn't worn a condom and had ejaculated inside her.
I told her I'd forgotten to wear a condom, and Yelena said it was okay, she was in her safe period and she'd take another one.
I got into bed, hugged her, and kissed her. I was about to leave, and it felt like it was all too short.
We just held each other like that, neither of us saying a word, just kissing every now and then.
It was getting dark, and we embraced in the darkness, as if it were just the two of us, filled with a sense of peace.
When it was time to leave, I gave her one last kiss, agreed to call each other, and left the apartment for the airport.
For the next few months, we talked on the phone every week or two.
During those calls, I learned that Yelena had returned to Russia, that her company had withdrawn from Russia, and that she had found another job as a translator, but with a significantly lower salary. Her lease on her old apartment had expired, so she moved and was now living with a South Korean girl.
About six months after we parted, Yelena called me from a public phone, asking if she could borrow 500 rupees. I said yes.
Yelena said her passport and visa had expired. She had obtained her visa in Macau and needed to go there within two days to extend it. However, her salary was low recently, and she didn't have many friends, so she had to borrow from me.
I told her not to explain much and just give me my bank account number.
I quickly mailed 500 yuan into the account.
The card belonged to Yelena's landlord's son.
A week later, Yelena called, happily saying her visa had been extended, and thanked me profusely, saying she would pay me back as soon as she got paid. She said I was a good friend.
I told her not to pay me back, everyone has difficult times.
Yelena kept thanking me until she hung up.
After that, things returned to normal. We would call each other every few days. Sometimes when she called, I would refuse to answer and hang up again to save her the phone bill, which she naturally appreciated.
Sometimes, I would send her some funny, slightly risqué jokes from friends. Some of them she didn't quite understand, so she would ask me on the phone. After I explained them to her, she would laugh for a long time each time. Then she would say she missed my "gray" (a nickname for my friend).
Soon, I found an excuse to go to G City to discuss some small matters. It wasn't really necessary for me to go, but I said I would, and also see if I could meet with the client's senior management.
Yelena was very excited, saying I could stay at her place, and that "Bisika" really wanted to "Hui."
The plane arrived in G City in the afternoon. As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a call from Yelena, saying she couldn't pick me up because of work, and told me there was a post office near her place. She told me to go there, and her roommate, a South Korean girl, would pick me up. She also gave me the South Korean girl's phone number.
I quickly arrived at the post office by taxi; it was very close to the airport.
I dialed the South Korean girl's number. A very broken Mandarin came through the phone, saying to wait a moment, she'd be there soon.
About five minutes later, a short girl hurried over, holding a phone. I guessed it must be Yelena's roommate.
And it was.
Her name was Xue'er. Xue'er had a round face, round hands and arms, and a round waist and hips.
In short, my impression of her was that of a chubby girl.
Xue'er's face was a little red, I couldn't tell if it was from walking too fast or from shyness.
She spoke very little and her words were stiff. I followed her to a nice garden community.
They lived in a high-rise building, the layout of the apartment was very similar to where they used to live, except that there was only one large bed in the room, with a three-seater sofa outside and a TV opposite.
Xue'er asked me to sit down, poured me a cup of coffee, and then turned on the DVD and TV, playing the then-popular drama "Meteor Garden".
I asked her if she could understand it, and she said yes. It seemed her hearing was pretty good, but her speech was too stiff, she sounded like a foreigner.
We watched several episodes. I used to think Taiwanese dramas were for children, but watching them, I actually found them quite good.
We were just tired of watching when Yelena came back.
Yelena didn't even close the door, screamed and stretched out her arms towards me. I stood up, and she hugged me tightly, kissed me, her tongue probing into my mouth, kissing me deeply.
I felt as if she had become a man, and I had become a passive woman.
Xue'er chuckled beside me, making me very uncomfortable; I'd never kissed anyone in front of others before.
After a while, Yelena finally released me and introduced me to Xue'er, telling her how good I was to her.
By then it was dark, and I suggested we go out for dinner.
We ate at a restaurant near the neighborhood. I brought a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and the three of us drank a little.
After dinner, Xue'er said she wanted to go to a bar, but Yelena said I was tired and wanted to accompany me back to rest.
Xue'er, of course, was creating an opportunity for us.
When Xue'er returned, she didn't open the door herself but knocked.
Yelena immediately opened it.
Xue'er had been outside for three hours; we had already made love twice.
Yelena was still wonderful, and I made her weak twice.
But the second time, when I was about to enter her, Yelena used her finger to smear some saliva down there; she was already quite wet. I was a little surprised but didn't say anything.
Xue'er went to take a shower, and Yelena told me to go to sleep.
We slept on the big bed; there was only one big bed in the room. I asked Xue'er where she was sleeping, and Yelena said on the sofa. I said, "I'm sorry," but Yelena clearly didn't understand my typical Chinese politeness. She said, "Do you want her to sleep on the big bed with you? I'll go talk to her." She started walking towards the bathroom. Good
heavens! I was so scared I quickly grabbed her and said, "No, no!"
I put on a pair of athletic shorts and lay down on the sofa.
Yelena took off all her clothes, even her thong, and wore a white nightgown, sleeping on the side closest to the sofa.
After a while, Xue'er finished showering, put on her nightgown, and lay down on the sofa.
After the lights were turned off, I quietly slipped my arm inside the nightgown strap and held Yelena's smooth, delicate breasts, quickly falling asleep contentedly.
The journey and the two trips up the mountain had left me exhausted.
I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up thirsty; I get thirsty at night after drinking.
When I woke up, my hand was still holding her breasts.
Yelena lay on her back, breathing evenly. The moonlight streaming in through the window made her face appear even whiter than jade, her long eyelashes like those of an angel. I couldn't resist gently kissing her cheek.
Xue'er was also breathing softly, fast asleep. She had a towel blanket over her, but only draped it around her waist, curled up on the sofa like a cat.
I tiptoed to the refrigerator, found a bottle of water, filled it halfway, and then tiptoed back to bed.
Perhaps it was the ice water, but my sleepiness had mostly vanished. I propped my head up, watching Yelena sleep.
Yelena's face was slightly turned to one side, her arms bent and placed on either side of her head, somewhat like a surrender gesture.
One leg bent, lifting her nightgown and revealing a
glimpse of her buttocks. I sat up, and looking down, Yelena's skirt was fully exposed. I couldn't resist gently tracing the soft, fleshy mounds with my fingertips. The softness completely seduced me; I couldn't stop caressing her, and it seemed my persistence moved her. The mounds split open for me, revealing a mysterious canyon that accepted my fingers. Spring began to bloom within the canyon; the stream revived, flowing gently upwards under my guidance. The confluence of the canyons also came alive, rising high under the nourishment of the stream and at my call.
Just then, Yelena groaned, startling me. I looked up and saw that Yelena had opened her eyes, looking at me with a desire in them that told me it was time for me to advance into the canyon.
I climbed on top of her, and Yelena took some saliva with her fingers, smeared it on her lower body, and then guided me into her gentle cave.
I moved slightly, an irrepressible urge rising in my abdomen, but I dared not indulge myself, for the South Korean girl was asleep on the sofa beside me.
Yelena chuckled softly, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.
Yelena stopped my movements, helped me lie down, mounted her horse, and began to trot.
At first, we trotted along, both carefree, but the urge in my abdomen grew stronger, gradually quickening our pace and producing rhythmic tremors.
I turned to look at Xue'er worriedly; she was breathing evenly, and I grew bolder.
Yelena could no longer contain her fervent passion and began to run freely. I, too, was consumed by intense desire, forgetting my worries, and began to push upwards, pushing upwards at a rapid pace.
Yelena rode the wildly swaying horse, quickly mastering the rhythm, and galloped along with it, joyfully racing forward.
My desire was uncontrollable; only one intense thought remained: Run! Run! Run! Release!
The entire sofa bed groaned with pleasure, in sync with Yelena's blissful moans.
The galloping horse finally reached its peak, let out a long neigh, and came to a halt.
In an instant, all was silent.
Yelena collapsed weakly against my chest.
Everything returned to calm, as if the stampede of horses had never happened.
Only the occasional contractions of her gentle opening reminded me of the breathtaking experience.
I turned to look at Xue'er, still in the same position, seemingly still fast asleep. However, her sleeping posture was a little stiff, and the slight rise and fall of her chest revealed her little secret with us. She slept until the sun was high in the sky. When I woke up, Xue'er was gone, and Yelena was in my arms, staring at me with her big eyes. When she saw me open my eyes, she smiled mischievously. I felt a little strange, and then I noticed my nose was itchy. I looked down and saw that Yelena was holding a strand of hair in her hand. That naughty girl! No wonder I dreamt that I had a cold and was sneezing. I rolled over and pinned her down, ignoring her giggling resistance, and forcefully spread her legs. I took out my weapon and thrust it into her vulnerable spot. As soon as I hit the spot, I realized that her resistance was just for show. Her lower body was already wet, and I entered her effortlessly. Naturally, she cried out again. After all, we had two major battles yesterday. After half an hour, I felt a little tired of maintaining such a high frequency, so I slowed down. After a while, my little brother gave up. Yelena thought I had ejaculated, so she lay in bed for a while, then went to the bathroom to get some toilet paper to wipe me clean. She realized I hadn't, but still praised my "assets," saying she was already high and I hadn't ejaculated yet.
Just as she finished wiping me, there was a knock at the door. I quickly pulled the blanket over myself, while Yelena casually took a large wad of toilet paper to the bathroom to shower.
Remembering Xue'er's stiff sleeping posture last night and the large wad of toilet paper in Yelena's hand, I felt a little embarrassed. I pretended to be sleepy again, half-closing my eyes and secretly slipping my penis into my shorts under the blanket.
Xue'er loudly said, "Lazybones, get up and eat!"
I opened my eyes and saw Xue'er had already placed the breakfast she bought on the table, giving me a meaningful, mischievous smile.
I had no choice but to put on my clothes, get up, shower, brush my teeth, and eat.
Xue'er's mischievous smile confirmed that she had heard or seen everything that happened last night.
Xue'er had bought milk, eggs, noodles, ham, and instant noodles.
Xue'er and I each made ourselves a packet of instant noodles, while Yelena only drank milk and ate a little bread, saying she was trying to lose weight.
After dinner, we watched TV and chatted.

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