Three Friends (Part 1)

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This cold snap came unexpectedly, and so did this meal of ginger duck.
A few days ago, the company held an event. Peter and I were helping to inflate balloons at the venue. During one break, I took a break and went to a corner to smoke. Peter, being nosy,
was holding a fully inflated double-walled red heart balloon when someone called him.
"Hey, can I have that balloon?"
We turned around. I only knew it was a girl from the company; Peter is very popular with women, so I guessed it was someone he knew.
"Sure," Peter said, "but in exchange for your hot dog."
The girl was holding a hot dog.
I looked the girl up and down. She had long, straight, shiny hair, a delicate, rosy face, finely shaped eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes that, though not large, were very alluring. She had a straight nose, bright red lips, and a very well-proportioned figure. She wore a velvety short A-line dress and black knee-high boots. To be honest, she was a very attractive woman.
She really did use that hot dog to exchange for the balloon and then happily left.
"Who was that?" I asked.
Peter shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.
"He's gone, Manager," Peter said, munching on his hot dog, urging me, "Go back to being our fluid dynamics engineer!"
The cold front arrived the next day. At lunchtime in the staff canteen, Peter and I ran into this girl again. She happily ran up to us, reaching out to flip over Peter's name tag: "Hi, what's your name... um, Peter." "
And you?" Peter asked.
"Candy." She tossed her long hair; I thought she looked very pretty.
She ran off again.
In the afternoon, as usual, I patrolled the offices on each floor. I saw her alone in a secluded little room. I smiled and went in. She looked up at me and gave me a polite smile.
"So you work in this department." I looked around the little room. "
Yes, why do you walk around so much on your way to work?" She only just noticed my name tag: "Ah! Manager!"
She suddenly became reserved.
"What?" I stared at her. "Haven't you ever met a manager before?"
"No," she said, head down. "I didn't know before."
Afraid the atmosphere would become too tense, I blurted out, "Peter said he'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."
"Really?" she exclaimed excitedly. "What are we having?"
"It's cold, so we'll have ginger duck," I replied casually.
"Okay, what time?" she asked readily.
"I need to confirm with Peter," I said. "He'll let you know."
I left the small room and returned to my office. Peter was busy with his documents. I told him I'd accidentally made plans with Candy. He laughed heartily
, and I urged him to go and confirm with Candy. He went briefly and returned shortly to say the time was set, and he'd go as soon as he got off work.
Around six o'clock, Peter and I waited for her in the parking lot, and she appeared right on time. We rode in Peter's car to a ginger
duck stand a few blocks away. Peter ordered a few dishes at the counter and brought back a small jar.
"Would you like to drink this?" he asked.
I looked at Candy; she didn't object. Peter had already started pouring the drinks. At the roadside stand, we used disposable plastic cups. Peter filled our cups to
the brim and then raised them: "Cheers."
I thought he was joking, but he really did drink it all in one gulp. Impressively, Candy also finished hers in one gulp, so I had no choice but to follow suit. Once we started drinking,
we naturally opened up and chatted happily about everything under the sun, without any taboos. I found Candy to be very generous, and with Peter always being a bit of a joker, we were laughing so hard we were breathless from time to time. I hadn't laughed like that in months since my relationship with Yu Hui became strange.
We chatted about everything under the sun, without any regard for propriety. Candy and Peter both drank quite a few glasses, and the atmosphere was lively. I told Candy I was planning to quit my job, and she seemed surprised. I said there wasn't any particular reason, it was just a personal choice. Candy was still puzzled, staring at Peter with those captivating eyes. Peter smiled and invited us to have another drink.
"Hey! Bin, Peter, you didn't invite me for a drink!"
I turned around and saw it was Atai. He sat down, and Candy immediately poured him a drink.
"This is Section Chief Hong," I introduced them. "This is Candy, she's... my sister."
Ah Tai, of course, didn't believe me. He just smiled and looked at us. He raised his glass and said, "I brought a friend. She's at the next table. You guys drink, I won't bother you."
After Ah Tai left, I saw Candy holding her flushed face, looking dazed. It turned out that she had been trying to keep up with us by drinking more than she could handle.
"Peter," I said, "You take Candy and go first. I'll go find Atai and have a few more drinks with him, then Atai can drive me home."
Peter understood what I meant and stood beside me, whispering, "Manager, could you lend me two thousand dollars?"
I counted it out to him and helped him get Candy into his car. Candy was already quite dizzy, but she still remembered to say to me, "Bye-bye... um... brother?"
I smiled, "Bye-bye, little sister, cheer up."
Peter slowly slid the car out of the road. I turned back and walked to Atai's table, where he had already filled his glass with drinks and was greeting me.
The next day, Peter came into the office an hour late and immediately took out the money to return it to me. I took it and put it in my pocket, discussed the things we needed to accomplish that day with him, and then we went our separate ways to get to work. Before I went to patrol the field in the afternoon, I deliberately dragged Peter along. When we got to the small office, Candy saw us, and her beautiful face suddenly flushed red. She didn't dare look at Peter, and only greeted me, saying, "Good afternoon, brother."
I left Peter there and continued patrolling. When I came back, Peter was gone, so I went in to chat with her
. I found that Candy was sometimes shy and sometimes cheerful, with many expressions in her eyes. Occasionally, without realizing it, I felt like I had fallen into her pool of autumn water.
In the following days, I would go to her small room to sit and chat with her casually. I was surprised to learn that she was already thirty years old. I had
always thought she was about twenty-six or twenty-seven, like Peter. We became closer, and whenever I had free time, I would sneak into her small office to smoke. Occasionally, we would be jokingly affectionate; like once, she deliberately kissed my cheek, saying she was going to make it hard for me to explain when I got home.
Three weeks after I met Candy, the company held its year-end party. This was probably my last job before leaving the company, and I…
Peter was incredibly busy, and by the time the karaoke party ended and everyone left, it was almost 11 PM. A few guys from the department that helped us clean up invited three girls from another department to go to karaoke again, and Peter and I were invited too.
Peter was already half-drunk. I drove him, and he kept telling me about his experiences working with me for the past year. Suddenly, he changed the subject and brought up Candy. He said he didn't want Candy to ruin our brotherly relationship.
I found that statement intriguing; I didn't want to compete with him for a girl.
That night at karaoke led to some more events, which I'll recount later.
Then, I started preparing for my resignation handover, but I still saw Candy every day. One time, I accidentally told Candy that Peter was jealous of me. Candy's face darkened, and I quickly changed the subject. In the following days, I received many invitations from various departments to dinners and other invitations. During one of my gatherings with Bush and the others, I got drunk.
Bush worked in the same office as us, but in a different department, and he had some connections to the karaoke thing, but it didn't matter here.
After I got drunk, Peter took me home. This time, it was me telling him about my situation with Candy and my feelings for him. I know
I said a lot, but I don't remember most of it now. One thing I do remember is that I also made a phone call to Candy, rambling on about a lot of things.
Then I passed out.
A long, long time later, I woke up with a strange feeling. I felt warm because I was lying on a comfortable bed, covered with a soft, thin blanket… and holding a beautiful body in my arms!
But it was clearly not Yu Hui. Yu Hui was voluptuous and supple; the one I was holding was light and graceful, like a little bird nestled against me. She buried her face in my chest, and I didn't need to lift her face; just from her long, flowing, black hair, I knew it was Candy.
She was almost half-lying on top of me, and I knew we were both naked. My left hand was around her slender
waist. Involuntarily, I moved my hand down, gliding it over her tender buttocks.
"Brother's awake?" she said softly.
I didn't answer, but continued to gently stroke her buttocks, and she immediately shivered.
"So sensitive?" I said with a smile.
She tilted her head back, her almond-shaped face blushing, and gently pecked my chest with her lips. I raised my right hand and held her nipple-shaped breast. She didn't dare to look at me, and used her fingertips to smooth my messy chest hair, saying, "So much hair, so wild..."
"There are even wilder parts!" I said.
"Don't be so proud," she chuckled, "I helped you take a bath last night, but it was all show and no substance."
"Oh!" I said, "How can you be accurate when you're drunk? Come on, let your brother show you..."
As I said this, I hugged her tightly and tried to roll over onto her, but she pushed me away with both hands, her face full of seriousness.
"Wait," she stared at me seriously, "Brother, I have a question for you."
"What?"
"Last night, were the things you said on the phone true?"
I stared blankly at her, my candy eyes darting around.
I swear I don't remember what I said to her on the phone, but I know for sure what I said.
"Good little sister..." I hesitated.
"Hmph," she playfully tilted her head to the side, "You only speak the truth when you're drunk... Do you want me to get you drunk again?"
I pulled her close to me, and she nestled against me softly. My aroused parts were moving along the inside of her thighs, making me feel incredibly hot.
She still insisted that I tell her how I felt about her. I hugged her tightly and slowly pulled her down, and of course, we began to make intimate contact. However, she was not willing to let me do as I pleased. She used both soft and hard tactics, coaxing and deceiving me to say it. I had become as hard as wood, the tip of my penis stuck to her wet genitals. How could I bear it? Just as I was about to force my way in, she suddenly bent her knees like a frog and wrapped them around my waist from both sides. This made it easier for us to connect, but her tightly bent legs effectively prevented me from pressing her down.
I was extremely embarrassed, but she calmly pressed me for my confession. I was at a loss for words, and after struggling to no avail, I agreed to
let her have a cigarette first before telling her. She obediently reached out to get me a cigarette and lit it, glancing at me with a sideways glance. What was infuriating was that she slowly moved her lower body, causing my genitals to swell and ache terribly. I really wanted to jump up and rape her, but her amused look made me unable to bring myself to do it. I focused on organizing my thoughts, exhaled the last puff of smoke, smothered the ashes, and finally honestly told her how I felt about her.
I kept talking, and she lowered all her guard. We cuddled and wriggled, and as she listened to me, she let me into her body. Before long, I had completely taken her, or rather, she had completely taken me.
We moved quietly and slowly, of course. I was still pouring out my feelings. I don't know if it was my words or my movements that satisfied her, or more likely both. Candy's phoenix eyes were half-closed, and my God, I swear they were the most alluring eyes I had ever seen. At the same time, she breathed softly, occasionally letting out a "hmm...uh..." sigh.
The words in my heart flowed out from my lips, and finally, I finished speaking. Candy's intoxicating eyes lingered on my face. Beneath her, I began my assault, but she stopped me again, asking me questions about what I had said.
Questions? Damn it! What a dreadful Virgo vixen.
I answered her with a pained expression, while searching for space to thrust. She didn't flinch, but cooperated by swaying her slender waist. I breathed heavily as I answered her questions, but they came one after another; she was probably testing whether I was lying.
My engorged area proved I wasn't lying. Finally, she stopped objecting—perhaps it was my speed that made her accept it. I thrust upwards hastily, and Candy's secretions splattered all over my thighs. She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound. I didn't force her, and we expressed our love with a steady rhythm.
Suddenly, she convulsed a few times, then abruptly sat up, arching her back against me. I felt her intense contractions, binding me tightly, filling every cell of my being with pleasure. Only then did I truly see her exquisite figure.
Candy was perfectly proportioned, her waistline incredibly alluring, and her small, firm, round buttocks were full of elasticity. I had secretly patted them once at work
, which elicited a coquettish complaint from her. Now, she let go of everything, riding me joyfully, and I felt like I was dreaming.
She placed her hands on her waist, tilted her face back, and swayed her little bottom rapidly. Soon, she was half-squatting, half-sitting, tossing herself in the air, becoming increasingly wanton.
I was completely captivated by her; she was breathtakingly beautiful. I grabbed her hips and shook her wildly up and down. Caught off guard, she gasped, her body defiantly arching back against me, tossing her long, flowing hair around her, her movements telling me of her pleasure.
Candy finally reached her climax. No matter how much she tried to keep it a secret, she cried out. She let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling, desperately trying to sit firmly on me. I decided to give her the final blow, bending my legs to brace myself on the bed, and thrusting in and out forcefully. Candy's cries were melodious, unable to bear it any longer, and she softly fell back into my arms. I felt a gush of warm fluid flow onto my body, and then her very tight place relaxed, becoming a gentle trap. Oh, my lovely sister had climaxed.
I stopped stimulating her for a moment, carefully holding her, gently stroking her shoulders, back, and hips. She slumped against my chest, regulating her erratic breathing.
"Ah..." she said, "I love the feeling of being loved..."
I snuggled against her ear with tenderness and affection, then suddenly remembered something.
"Little sister," I asked, "how did I get here?"
Candy's face flushed again, and she glared at me.
"How did you get here?" she spat, "Peter brought you here!"
"Peter..." I stammered, "He...he...you...I..."
"Big tongue?" Candy pressed her nose against mine, "The relationship between you two is very strange!"
"No," I kissed her forehead, "it's because we both know the other likes you."
Candy lowered her eyelids, looking thoughtful. Without warning, she suddenly said softly, "Brother, I want to show you something."
She didn't get up, but reached into the bedside table and pulled out a document—a light red ID card. She held it up and showed me the front. The photo on the card was probably taken shortly after Candy graduated, still showing a strong hint of childishness. I saw her birthdate; she was a little over twenty-nine.
I tried to take it, but she shook her head and turned the ID card around, showing me her other information. Her household registration section was densely filled with writing, indicating she moved frequently. I also saw the surnames of her parents, and… a man's name was also filled in the spouse section.
I froze, completely surprised. Candy put her ID away and pressed her face against my chest. Neither of us spoke.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked later.
"I...I don't know," I couldn't answer.
"We're separated. He's a bad guy," Candy said.
"A bad guy?" I asked. "How bad?"
"He hits me," Candy paused, "every day."
"Get a divorce!" I said. "Peter and I will help you with the case."
"He won't..." Candy shook her head. "Let's not talk about this, brother. Now you know, we'll still be good friends, right?"
I kissed her alluring red lips, and she licked my tongue. The part of me immersed inside her body began to stir again, throbbing and pulsating, causing Candy to tremble in waves. As her beautiful eyes gradually lost focus, I rolled over and pinned her down, my arms encircling her waist, pressing heavily against her delicate body.
"Oh..." she groaned.
I became even gentler, slowly pulling myself back to her entrance, then slowly, slowly pushing myself in, once, twice, ten times... a hundred times... Candy smiled sweetly, but she couldn't take it anymore. She swayed her round little hips, urging and welcoming me. I continued slowly, and Candy grew impatient.
"Brother... harder..." she pleaded.
"Huh?" I feigned ignorance. "How do I use force?"
"It's...it's..."
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she stopped talking altogether. She grabbed my buttocks with both hands, pressed down, and thrust upwards, letting out a satisfied moan.
"Oh..." I suddenly realized. "So that's how it is..."
"I'm going to die..." Candy lightly bit my shoulder.
Of course, it didn't hurt. I said, "Okay! Here it comes!"
Before I finished speaking, I thrust in with lightning speed. All of Candy's expressions froze on her face, showing a confused and dazed look, and even her breathing stopped.
About half a minute later, Candy suddenly came back to life. She first panted rapidly, then let out continuous silvery sighs. Her hands and feet wrapped tightly around me, clinging to me and writhing relentlessly.
I held her tightly, our burning connection growing increasingly exciting and wet. I assaulted her like a storm, and she writhed wildly like a snake. The final moment drew ever closer… closer… We forgot all worldly concerns, only relentlessly entwining ourselves. The end of the world had finally arrived. Candy wasn't
overflowing with heat like before; this time, her whole body convulsed, her chest arching high, her beautiful depths transforming into a flower. The stamens clung to my tip. I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned and thrust into her even more forcefully. A surge of molten lava burst forth from the earth's core, erupting into her small space and pouring into the deepest, most intimate part of her honey well.
We embraced, neither of us strong enough to speak, and soon fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was past 1 p.m. Candy helped me take another shower
, and then I called the company to ask Peter to find someone to ask for a day off for Candy. Peter said he had already taken care of it, and I told him I would be in the office soon.
Candy straightened my clothes and tied my tie, and walked me to the door. She took my hand and asked if I would remember her after I started working at the new company. I nodded, kissed her on the lips again, and then left her place.
I went out onto the street; the weather was cold, but the sun was still shining brightly.
Of course I will remember, my dear sister.
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Organizing a year-end party made me angry all day, but anyway, it's finally over. Several young people from the customer service department, still wanting more, dragged
Peter and me to karaoke. They said they'd brought some girls along,
and when I arrived, I found out they were Yunmeng, Xiaohui, and Lingling. Yunmeng was the team leader among the three girls; she was usually strict and rarely smiled, making her seem unapproachable. I wasn't familiar with Lingling; I didn't even know her name at the time. As for Xiaohui, well, Xiaohui was actually Peter's girlfriend, his real girlfriend, at least within the company. Almost no one else knew this. Of course, I knew about my relationship with Peter, and besides, Xiaohui called me her godfather, but even fewer people knew that.
Those young men were there because of Xiaohui and Lingling. Because of their relationship, Yunmeng and the others didn't dare not invite them. As for us, Xiaohui had been cheekily saying, "We'll only go if Manager Huang goes," so we were dragged along to take the blame, making us innocent lambs.
All the boys had drunk some alcohol at the banquet. I hadn't had a single drink because I was so angry all day. The three girls declared that they didn't drink. As soon as we entered the private room, someone couldn't wait to request songs. The boys and I ordered two Taiwan Beer glasses and raised our glasses. After the beer went down, much of the pent-up anger from the day dissipated.
I chatted and drank with them, and they asked me where I was going after quitting my job. I said I was going back to my old profession. They asked curiously what my old profession was, and I just smiled and didn't answer.
Just then, someone whispered to me, "Manager, look at your Peter."
I looked and was both amused and exasperated. Peter was straddling Yunmeng's lap, pretending to kiss her. This guy was really daring to mess with her like that, acting like a madman without even considering who he was with.
Yunmeng covered her face and dodged, but Peter kept finding openings to nibble at her, and Yunmeng begged for mercy.
Meanwhile, Lingling was singing her song from a distance, and Xiaohui was glaring at Peter from the corner of the sofa. Did I not know Peter's
behavior when he was drunk? I stood up and walked over to Yunmeng, patting Peter on the shoulder and saying, "Good bro, let's switch hands!"
Peter laughed and got up. Yunmeng knew I was there to rescue her, so she quickly hid in my arms. Peter dropped her and turned to find Xiaohui to cause trouble. At this moment, a faster-paced song came on, and Xiaohui cleverly pushed Peter to the front to start dancing, avoiding an awkward situation. Lingling, who was standing outside, quickly hid over to my side as well, while the guys from the customer service department watched the two dancing with envy.
"Manager, look." Yunmeng lifted her long dress.
There was a burn hole in the dress, obviously burned by a cigarette butt. I recognized it as a "five-cash" item from the current season.
"It would cost several hundred dollars to mend it..." Yunmeng muttered.
"Okay!" I said, "I'll make him pay you back."
The music stopped, Peter let go of Lingling, and jumped towards Yunmeng. Yunmeng screamed softly, trying to escape, but he held her around the waist. She
struggled, and they both fell onto me. At this moment, two boys came over and challenged Peter to a drinking contest, using the opportunity to stop him from causing trouble again.
Peter was dragged to the other side by them. I shook my head, raised the can of alcohol, and said to the three girls, "Sorry, he's drunk."
Actually, I was mainly talking to Xiaohui. Xiaohui was very smart; she made a slight "isee" sound with her lips. I changed the subject, turning
to Lingling and saying, "Ah! Hello, I don't know your name yet?"
"Lingling," she said frankly.
"Oh dear," Xiaohui said, "You don't even know her? Didn't you hear Mr. Huang from your department mention her?"
Xiaohui emphasized the words "Mr. Huang." I glanced at her for a while before it dawned on me that she must be talking about Bush. That damn Bush! A week or two ago, I introduced him to a girl, and he was totally smitten with her, but he was so hesitant and even hesitated to ask her out for a meal. Turns out he already had someone else in his heart and kept me in the dark. I'll get him one of these days.
"It's not that I don't know her," I argued, "I just don't know her name."
I added, "I often tell Peter that she's the prettiest girl in our company when she wears a short skirt. You can ask Peter if you don't believe me."
But they couldn't get any more information from Peter; he was already slumped on the sofa, and based on past experience, he wouldn't be able to move until tomorrow morning.
"Hmph, the manager isn't honest either," Yunmeng said, "looking at girls everywhere."
I felt really embarrassed, so I lied and said, "How could I be looking around randomly? I'm looking according to a procedure. I'm being ordered to look carefully."
"What do you mean, 'being ordered to look carefully'?" they asked, puzzled.
"Don't tell anyone, actually, I investigate every single colleague," I said, going all out with my lie: "For example, I have a list of the three of you."
"A list? Us?" They were completely fooled. "What list?"
"Each of you…" I said mysteriously, "Um, each of you has at least three admirers…"
"That's… the manager is lying…" they said, as if afraid of not being convinced.
"Okay! Let me give you an example, like Xiaohui…" I whispered, bending my fingers, "There's someone in the customer service department who likes you, right?"
Xiaohui glanced at me sideways, as if to say, "What kind of list is that? "
"Of course there are others too, but hey, that's a secret, don't tell anyone!" I said.
"You must be bragging," Yunmeng said. "What about me?"
I knew it; these girls would say they didn't believe me, but they'd be anxious on the other hand.
"You... let me think..." I said.
"Ah! You still have to think?" Yunmeng was dissatisfied.
"Of course I have to think! I don't carry the list with me all the time; I need to recall it... I've got it..." I counted on my fingers again: "Customer Service!"
"Why is it Customer Service again?" Even Xiaohui was dissatisfied.
"Okay, okay, there's one more..." I counted on my fingers again, "There's also the sales department!"
"The sales department has four departments!" Lingling said, "No! You have to tell me who it is!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." They all quieted down, and I covered my face with my hands, saying sadly, "I admit it, that was me..."
We all burst into laughter at the same time, while the few idiots in the customer service department looked at us blankly.
"There's also me, there's also me," Lingling said.
"You... Mr. Huang from the sales department!" I said firmly.
"That...that doesn't count!" Lingling said.
"How can it not count?" I made up another story, "Mr. Huang told me he's in a hopeless love affair!"
Lingling looked unconvinced.
"What's Lingling's last name?" I asked.
"Huang," Yunmeng and Xiaohui said together.
"That's right, that's right!" I said, but to be honest, I was a little surprised, so I couldn't help but add, "The three of us share the same surname, so you're the third sister."
Lingling laughed, "The eldest brother is right here."
This girl is quite interesting. Yunmeng joined in the fun again, insisting on calling me eldest brother too, so I let her.
In the midst of the chaos, Lingling's phone rang. She looked at the screen, her face hardened, and she turned to go outside the private room to answer it. Yunmeng and Xiaohui whispered, "Oh... Mr. Huang."
Lingling was gone for about an hour, only reluctantly leaving after we paid the bill. I and a few people from the customer service department worked together to drag Peter into the car, said goodbye to everyone, and left.
The next day, I arrived at the company rather late and ran into Yunmeng in the corridor.
"Brother," she called me affectionately, and I suddenly remembered that I had asked her to be my little sister yesterday.
"Brother," she said with a smile, "Peter just said he would pay for my clothes, but I said no, I want him to feel guilty for the rest of his life."
Seeing her joyful expression, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Sure enough, as soon as I returned to my seat, Xiao Hui called on the intercom: "Godfather, what should we do? Yunmeng told us that she thinks Peter likes her." Oh
no, I had no choice but to walk around and see what happened. I comforted Xiao Hui for a few moments, hung up the phone, and called Peter over to talk to him about it.
Peter could only give a wry smile.
After lunch, Yunmeng called, saying she wanted to treat "brother" to dinner and asked me to "casually" meet Peter. Sure enough, she arrived before the end of the workday with Xiaohui and Lingling. We left the office together, and I noticed Bush looking at us with a puzzled expression.
Later, we went to eat ginger duck, the same place Candy and I had been to. As soon as we sat down, they both asked me for a list. Luckily, I'm shrewd enough to have prepared a list full of departments but no names before I even entered the company. I took it out and seriously discussed it with them. Peter, however, seemed distracted and didn't attend our discussion.
That evening, I deliberately steered the conversation around Lingling and Bush, avoiding mentioning Peter or Yunmeng. On the way home, Lingling and I each made a phone call to Bush; I'll recount that another time.
In the following days, Yunmeng kept inviting me for coffee. Her intentions were obvious, but we also became quite close because of it. She kept mentioning Peter, Peter, mentioning him at least once every three sentences. Xiaohui told me that this must be Yunmeng's first love.
I became increasingly worried and asked Peter what to do. Peter thought about it for a long time and decided to tell her he already had a girlfriend, to cut the Gordian knot and avoid any complications. The complicated part was that he wanted me to tell her.
On Friday night, Yuhui went back to Tainan. After work, I met up with Yunmeng alone. After she got into my car, she seemed a little disappointed that Peter wasn't there. I told her I had something to tell her and then drove towards the beach. On the way, she kept anxiously asking me what was wrong. I hesitated for a long time before finally telling her that Peter already had a girlfriend. Of course, I didn't say it was Xiaohui; I only said that Peter had a fiancé in his hometown whom he was engaged to.
After I finished speaking, I secretly glanced over and saw large tears welling up in Yunmeng's eyes. When the car reached the embankment, Yunmeng silently opened the door and got out. The sea breeze was strong, so I quickly grabbed my long coat and followed behind her. We walked to the railing and sat down. I patted Yunmeng's shoulder to comfort her, and she buried her face in my chest and cried.
Yunmeng cried for a while, then suddenly asked softly, "Brother, did Peter ask you to tell me all this?"
I lied and told her that Peter didn't know I had asked her out, but I guessed Peter loved his girlfriend. She thought and thought for a while, then said, "Brother
, please don't let Peter know I know about this, okay?"
I promised her.
(To be continued...)
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