[Urban] Crossdressing Beauty (Complete) - 1-3

[Synopsis] "

The Crossdressing Beauty" is a crossdressing novel I read on Qidian.com. I thought it was very well written, and the female characters were all very attractive. So, I added a lot of explicit content to the original text to make it even more enjoyable for readers. I hope you like it and give it your support.

Zhao Ziqiang, a handsome and talented advertising elite, resigned due to disagreements with his boss. While preparing to travel to clear his head, his ex-girlfriend Chen Yihui came to his door. Faced with his beautiful ex-girlfriend, he was tempted and itchy, but Chen Yihui made an absurd request: to disguise himself as a woman to save her sister, Chen Yiqian.

"Yiqian started to hate men after her breakup, going to gay bars and getting intimate with girls… We hope you can approach her as a girl, make her like you, and then tell her that you are actually a man, so she can regain her confidence in men!"

Reluctantly, he accepted this absurd request. Thus, Zhao Ziqiang became Zhao Ziwei, a beautiful white-collar woman. She was mature and elegant, and the allure of her halter dress, high heels, and earrings was far more captivating than imagined. Furthermore, how would she handle the advances of men? And how could she resist the subtle allure of women…

Chapter 001: Advertising Elites

. In the brightly lit hall, a grand awards ceremony was underway. Well-dressed men and elegantly made-up women listened as the host read out each name, their smiles unable to conceal their anticipation and nervousness. This annual advertising industry event attracted numerous professionals. Although the results each year sparked much controversy, the framed names still shone brightly.

"The winner of the 16th Golden Sparrow Awards for Television Commercials, in the Electrical Appliances category, is: Willina Multimedia Visual Co., Ltd., with William Stone and his team as the lead creator."

"The winner of the 16th Golden Sparrow Awards for Television Commercials, in the Housing Sales category, is: Shih-hao Advertising Co., Ltd., with creative design by Zhao Ziqiang and his team!" "

The winner of the 16th Golden Sparrow Awards for Television Commercials, in the Public Service Announcement category, is…"

At the same time, on the 21st floor of an office building, several employees of Shih-hao Advertising Co., Ltd. huddled around a mobile phone, intently listening to the "live broadcast" coming from the loudspeaker. The announcement of the winners made them erupt in cheers, jumping and even hugging.

A young girl turned around and saw that her boss was nowhere to be seen. She went to the conference room and break room but couldn't find him, so she walked out of the company gate. A young man stood by the window at the end of the corridor, gazing thoughtfully at the scenery outside, his signature long hair habitually tied back.

The young girl approached him. "Ziqiang, why don't you come in and celebrate with everyone?"

The young man smiled at her. “We’re surrounded by this scenery every day, but we rarely take the time to appreciate it from this distance. Zhang Ying, don’t you think Shanghai’s nights are beautiful?”

“Yes, I love seeing this. I want to stay in Shanghai forever; it’s so captivating!” Zhang Ying nodded. “Sometimes, the beauty feels different from a different perspective. People are probably like that too; different times, places, and different moods all make things look different!”

Zhao Ziqiang turned his head and nodded appreciatively. His handsome face, unlike usual, didn’t reveal his shrewdness and sharpness, but rather a faint melancholy. “Perhaps this can also explain relationships between men and women! Sometimes, love alone isn’t enough; sometimes, money alone isn’t enough; even with both love and money, other problems can still arise!”

“Ziqiang, you seem quite sentimental!” Zhang Ying asked cautiously. “You seem unhappy. Did you have a conflict with Zhenzhen?”

“No!” Zhao Ziqiang smiled, but couldn’t hide his sense of loneliness. He thought for a moment, but still couldn’t express his feelings, so he turned and walked towards the company.

Zhang Ying sighed softly, finally unable to hold back her call, "Ziqiang!"

Zhao Ziqiang stopped and turned to look at her.

Zhang Ying hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "Ziqiang, will you take back your resignation letter? You just won an honor for the boss; he must be very happy. Besides, you're his star asset!"

"Of course, I'm happy to have won the award too!" Zhao Ziqiang said calmly. A few days ago, most people at Shihao Company expected Zhao Ziqiang to take over as design director, becoming the youngest director in Shihao's history. But after arguing with his boss, Zhu Shihao, he submitted his resignation letter, which some people considered impulsive, immature, and unsuitable for the position. But only Zhao Ziqiang knew in his heart that the main reason was his girlfriend Zhenzhen's breakup proposal. Zhenzhen said he had no patience for work, just like in a relationship, and that the breakup was justified. Zhao Ziqiang felt terrible; they were talking about marriage, and she still wanted to break up. Girls' minds were truly unfathomable.

Zhang Ying said, "But you didn't smile at all!"

Zhao Ziqiang shook his head. "A smile is superficial, it doesn't reflect the essence!"

Zhang Ying was about to say something when Zhao Ziqiang had already walked through the door. Yes, he didn't want to say anything more. Although the team was good, and the assistant was compatible, even a little intimate, some things couldn't be said.

While his colleagues were immersed in the joy of winning the award, Zhao Ziqiang had quietly left the company. As he walked out of the building, he turned off his phone and entered the night. This urban night was his favorite, and this job was also his favorite, but now it felt very unfamiliar to him. He had lost his job, so he would keep this night, whether it was extravagant and dazzling or beautiful and charming.

Chapter 002, Ex-Girlfriend

In early summer in Shanghai, the streets became colorful. Girls couldn't wait to put on bright dresses and show off their colorful beauty. This city was full of fashion trends. No matter the season, people could easily find various trends to follow, appreciate different scenery, and enjoy different styles.

Walking on the street, for the first time, Zhao Ziqiang's eyes were not fixed on the colorful skirts, nor did they carefully read the smooth, bare shoulders, although this had always been his favorite. Because he had lost his job, his spirits plummeted, and he had no heart to appreciate anything beautiful. Just a few days ago, he was still praised as an advertising prodigy; today, he had already completed the resignation procedures. He understood that his time with Shihau Advertising had come to an end.

A new director had arrived, and a new supervisor to replace Zhao Ziqiang had also arrived. Boss Zhu Shihau hadn't asked him to stay for the full month anyway, since the work had been handed over. After receiving his severance pay, Zhao Ziqiang simply smiled and said goodbye to his colleagues, without shaking hands. To avoid the boss's gaze, his colleagues didn't see him off, most sending him text messages wishing him a bright future. Only his assistant, Zhang Ying, insisted on seeing him to the elevator, almost holding his hand tightly.

"Ziqiang, call me if you need anything. I'll still be your assistant, your partner."

"Maybe!" Zhao Ziqiang smiled faintly. He hesitated whether to contact a headhunting firm or go out for a walk to clear his head. With the title of "advertising elite," he wasn't worried about making a living, but leaving like this was truly unwilling. The headhunting firm had a keen sense of smell; they started calling three days ago, but he didn't want to respond yet, so there were more calls from unknown numbers these past few days.

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhao Ziqiang was still lost in thought, pondering his future path. Suddenly, a girl flashed in front of him, saying, "Hello, Ziqiang!"

Zhao Ziqiang was startled, staring intently at the radiant young woman. Her eyes were bright and captivating, she wore a revealing sundress, and her figure was slender. Oh, it was his ex-girlfriend, Chen Yihui. But that ex was three years ago.

"Hello, Yihui!" he replied, continuing to walk forward. Even though his ex-girlfriend was clearly more mature and beautiful than before, he couldn't be bothered to offer any compliments, despite considering praising women a man's nature.

Chen Yihui followed closely behind him. If time could turn back three years, she would have already reacted. She stared at Zhao Ziqiang's handsome face, seemingly confirming something, and quickly let out a sigh of relief. "Ziqiang, I've been looking for you for days. I heard you resigned, and I was so worried I couldn't find you!"

"Oh!" Zhao Ziqiang was startled, turning his head to realize it wasn't a coincidence. But his mind was only on Zhenzhen, wondering if the breakup was inevitable. Girls' thoughts were unfathomable; even the closest person could be unforgiving when angry. This Chen Yihui was just like that back then, no better. Thinking of this, Zhao Ziqiang felt uncomfortable again, his pace unconsciously quickening.

"Ziqiang, can you slow down? I can't keep up!" Chen Yihui was a little out of breath, her high heels jingling, and finally couldn't help but grab his arm.

Zhao Ziqiang stopped. "Yihui, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"You finally thought to ask that? You weren't like this before, Ziqiang, you've never been rude to a girl before!" Chen Yihui was a little out of breath, seemingly unaccustomed to this hurried pace. She let go of his arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhao Ziqiang thought for a moment, then told the truth. "Let's go eat, then get a haircut! Are you free? Why don't you come with me?"

"You're going to cut this long hair?" Chen Yihui was a little surprised. "You've been growing it for at least two years. If you cut it, how will you look like an artist?"

"Artist? Haha, this is troublesome hair. It should be cut. Besides, I'm not a girl. Why would I keep it so long? My mom has been nagging me for two years!" Zhao Ziqiang shook his ponytail, saying something he didn't mean. Actually, the long hair added to his artistic aura, which was helpful for his advertising career. Anyway, clients believed that.

"Luckily, you came at the right time!" Chen Yihui muttered, then laughed, "If you had this long hair when you dressed as a girl, you wouldn't have needed to wear a wig!"

Zhao Ziqiang said irritably, "Yihui, don't bring up the past. It's been a long time!"

Three years ago, they were passionately in love, their love was earth-shattering. On a whim, Chen Yihui dressed him up as a girl, applying makeup, a dress, and high heels, making them look like sisters. Later, they broke up. Chen Yihui said it was her parents' opposition, but Zhao Ziqiang didn't believe her because he'd never even met her parents. But those were happy times. Sometimes, when Zhao Ziqiang looked at old photos, he would reminisce about those days and have many daydreams.

"Ziqiang, what are your plans?"

"I want to go out and clear my head. If I find a city that suits me, I'll settle down!"

"Ah, so you're not planning to go back to Shanghai?"

"Maybe. I don't have any particular preference for which city I live in, as long as I can survive!" Zhao Ziqiang's eyes flickered as he said something he himself didn't believe.

"Thank goodness, if I had waited another day, I wouldn't have seen you!" Chen Yihui breathed a sigh of relief. "Ziqiang, let me treat you to dinner, because I need your help with something!" "

What is it?" Zhao Ziqiang thought: What good thing could this overly enthusiastic rich girl possibly want from me? The events of three years ago were still vivid in his mind; he couldn't forget them. But what good was it if he couldn't forget? She was with someone else, and he had a girlfriend too.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Chen Yihui grabbed his hands tightly and said earnestly, "Ziqiang, you have to help me! My sister is in big trouble!"

"I don't know your sister!" Zhao Ziqiang asked, puzzled. Chen Yihui's sister had only graduated from university three years after their breakup, and the two had never met.

Chen Yihui didn't explain, but pulled him into a taxi and took him to a restaurant. She neither explained the situation nor introduced her sister, only describing the food. "Ziqiang, the paper-wrapped pork ribs here are good, and so is the roast pigeon! I remember you used to love these dishes. Has your taste changed?"

"Yes, I've made new friends, of course my taste has changed!" Zhao Ziqiang said, his words carrying a double meaning.

"Oh!" Chen Yihui blinked, trying to guess his thoughts. "Ziqiang, what kind of girl is she? Is she prettier than me? Gentler than me?"

Zhao Ziqiang retorted, "Since you've found out about me, how could you not know about her?"

Chen Yihui answered quickly. "I haven't inquired about her, I only care about you!"

Zhao Ziqiang was taken aback, unable to see through this girl. Her eyes were still bright, but they were definitely different from three years ago. Chen Yihui's affectionate gaze made his heart flutter. Needless to say, she was more beautiful and charming; just the fact that they had once been intimate was enough to make his heart flutter. This gaze was too familiar; only boyfriends would look at someone like that. How could she look like this? Three years have passed, what is she doing here? Does she want to rekindle their old flame?

After ordering food, Chen Yihui kept talking about the past, those happy times. Getting excited, she laughed and patted his arm, as if they were old friends. The stories were vivid in her mind; it didn't feel like three years ago, but more like yesterday. Zhao Ziqiang's emotions were stirred by her, and he couldn't help but hold her hand. This action surprised Chen Yihui, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say she was delighted.

"Ziqiang, you looked so pretty in that dress back then, so tall and slender, like a model. I called you Ziwei then, and we were like sisters, going to the movies, shopping, and even attracting men at bars—it was hilarious. Once, you even deliberately pulled up your skirt, making the men at the bar's eyes almost pop out! Hehe, you were such a naughty guy."

"Really? I think you were the naughty one, flirting with those guys right in front of me, that was too much!"

"Hehe, that was just kidding, besides, you were a girl back then!" Chen Yihui couldn't help but hold his hand. "Ziqiang, we were so happy back then, weren't we?"

"Yes!" Zhao Ziqiang nodded. He missed those intimate days, missed the scene of her dressing up as a girl, the thrill he felt wearing that dress.

Chen Yihui rested her fingers on her cheek. "When you transformed into Ziwei, radiant and full of life, my male colleague was captivated after seeing you and even wanted me to introduce him to you, haha! Honestly, if I didn't know you were a boy, I would definitely be jealous of you!"

"That's all thanks to you!" Zhao Ziqiang shook his head and smiled bitterly. But he couldn't deny that the feeling of being a girl was wonderful, especially walking in high heels, the skirt swaying in the breeze.

"I think you were born to wear skirts. Stockings and high heels are nothing to you. Anyway, once you're made up and wearing a skirt, you're no different from a woman!" At this point, Chen Yihui suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "I remember the way you wiggled your hips, it was prettier than most girls'!"

"Yihui, what are you trying to say?" Zhao Ziqiang was unhappy because after the joy came the pain, a deep pain.

Chen Yihui was startled, realizing that he was no longer the boyfriend who deeply loved her three years ago. She was quick-witted and changed the subject, starting to talk about her own situation, the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows of the past three years. "Ziqiang, I was truly happy during the time I spent with you. I think I'll never find that kind of happiness again in my life!"

"Yihui, my edges have been smoothed out. I'm not the Zhao Ziqiang you remember anymore!" Zhao Ziqiang was a little uneasy. He had always thought she had completely forgotten him, but she clearly remembered everything. If he were to be led around by her again… no, if he were to be led around by this vixen again, he would be sold out sooner or later.

Chen Yihui, however, gripped his hand even tighter. "I know you've changed, but you will always be the man I love, that will never change! In my memory, you are still that passionate, brave man, hardworking, daring to take on challenges. You are also a gentle man, caring for girls, understanding."

Zhao Ziqiang was taken aback. Why hadn't she said these things for three years? And why was she saying them now? He couldn't tell if this girl was sincere or just flattering him. Did she have another purpose?

"Back then, I loved watching you work so intently. From the other end of the room, I'd quietly watch you write and draw at your desk, completely oblivious to the people or sounds around you. You once told me: 'The most respectable people are those who are earnest, and the most lovable people are those who are confident!' I'd never told you before, but actually, you are just that kind of respectable and lovable man!"

Zhao Ziqiang felt dizzy. He was doomed. Three years ago, he'd been so easily captivated by her, and now, three years later, he'd fallen into her gentle trap again. He was starting to feel something. If this girl made any request, he knew he wouldn't even be able to say no.

Next, Zhao Ziqiang followed her to the Chen family mansion. He had visited this beautiful European-style villa three years ago, but before he could formally meet her parents, they broke up. He harbored resentment towards Chen Yihui for months until he found a new girlfriend, which calmed his emotions.

Entering the mansion, Zhao Ziqiang had a strange feeling, as if he still had some connection to the house. Watching Chen Yihui's back, his doubts deepened. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to believe Chen Yihui still loved him, because this girl's eyes were forever unfathomable.

Zhao Ziqiang never expected to hear such an absurd and bizarre request at the Chen family home.

Chapter 003: An Absurd Request

– Was it a sudden pang of conscience, realizing after three years that I was the best? But why did she want me to see her sister's photo? Did she want to introduce her sister to me?… Sitting in the spacious living room of the Chen family home, Zhao Ziqiang made wild guesses.

Soon, Chen Yihui led him to another living room, where her parents, a middle-aged man and woman, sat on the sofa. As the head of the Chen Group, Chen Mu, though over fifty, still looked like he was around forty. The Chen family business spans real estate and logistics, making it one of the largest companies in Shanghai. Chen's Real Estate is even a listed company. Mrs. Chen, named Zhou Ying, runs an art gallery. Growing up surrounded by art, she's also taken up painting in recent years, and many of the Western oil paintings in their home are her work.

"Dad, Mom, this is Ziqiang, my friend… um, a good friend!"

After saying these polite words, Zhao Ziqiang felt a little uneasy because the Chen couple across from him were scrutinizing him, as if selecting someone. Hearing Chen Yihui introduce her sister, Chen Yiqian, his heart began to race. Was it…? Chen Yihui asked, "Ziqiang, what do you feel for Yiqian?"

Zhao Ziqiang was a little embarrassed. Was this a blind date? "From the photo, she's a beautiful and charming girl with a great temperament. From my perspective, I'd like to be friends with her. But she's probably quite arrogant; not many men are worthy of her. She probably doesn't have many friends. Although she seems glamorous on the surface, she must be very lonely, without any close friends." "

Oh!" The Chen couple were clearly a little surprised. Zhou Ying asked, "You really only saw the photos and haven't met Yiqian?"

Zhao Ziqiang shook his head, but he knew he had to say nice things, even if it was against his conscience.

Chen Yihui was also somewhat surprised. "Ziqiang, you're very perceptive. Yiqian is that kind of person," she continued, explaining her sister's situation... Half a year ago, Chen Yiqian broke up with her boyfriend, and her personality changed drastically. She didn't like men and started getting close to women, even becoming somewhat promiscuous. They tried everything, but couldn't change the situation. "So, we've come up with a plan, Ziqiang. We hope you can approach Yiqian as a girl and change her sexual orientation back."

"What?" Zhao Ziqiang was shocked, unable to believe his ears. But looking at her parents, Chen Mu was expressionless, and Zhou Ying was extremely helpless, but it was definitely not a joke. Oh no, it wasn't that Chen Yihui had rekindled her old flame, nor was it about introducing her sister to him; it was a complete conspiracy. No wonder they were all sitting at home in broad daylight; they were planning something.

Chen Mu and his wife exchanged glances, finally shaking their heads with bitter smiles before leaving the living room. Zhou Ying was also somewhat embarrassed, but didn't leave, instead averting her gaze.

Chen Yihui said, "Ziqiang, you've dressed up as a girl before, you have a good image and talent. This isn't exactly honorable, and finding a trustworthy person is difficult. After much thought, I've concluded that only you can shoulder this responsibility; no one is more suitable than you!"

"No!" Zhao Ziqiang abruptly stood up and turned to leave. "Ridiculous!"

"Ziqiang, please!" Chen Yihui stood up and gripped his hand tightly, her eyes filled with pleading, tears seemingly about to spill. "You don't know the absurd things Yiqian has done. If word gets out, our Chen family will be utterly disgraced!" "

But you want me to dress up as a woman? Wouldn't that make me utterly disgraced?" Zhao Ziqiang was incredibly shocked. Had the Chen family all lost their minds, actually come up with such an idea? "Yihui, let go! " "

I won't let go, you'll leave as soon as I do!"

Zhao Ziqiang had no choice but to say, "I won't leave!"

"Okay!" Chen Yihui agreed verbally, but still wouldn't let go.

Seeing her daughter's pleading eyes, Zhou Ying spoke up: "Yiqian has always been smart and clever since she was little. Although she's not as dazzling as her sister, she's always been recognized as a good girl. After her breakup, her personality completely changed. She often goes to bars and does outrageous things."

Chen Yihui continued, "Yiqian is now self-destructive and acts recklessly in bars. She's afraid we'll come looking for her, so she rented another place, and we don't know where she lives. We don't dare go to her company to find her; arguing would be bad for her work. We're in a difficult position."

Zhao Ziqiang snorted, thinking to himself: You guys think the Chen family is a disgrace, don't you?

Zhou Ying said, "Mr. Zhao, I'm not afraid to be frank. The Chen family is a prestigious family, and we don't want Yiqian to cause any trouble. Besides, she's the successor of the Chen family..."

"If you care about her, you don't need to come to me..." Zhao Ziqiang stopped him when he saw Zhou Ying's pale face. This matter was a scandal for the Chen family. He asked Chen Yihui, "Have you consulted any experts, like a psychologist?"

Chen Yihui nodded. "Yes, we have!"

Zhao Ziqiang was furious. "Which perverted doctor gave you this advice?"

"No!" Chen Yihui exclaimed anxiously. "We wanted to take Yiqian to see a psychologist, but she refused. Whenever she senses anything related to us, she runs away! She's now very close to a woman named Lingling, really close!

It's a bit excessive. We want you to approach her as a girl, make her like you. Then you can take her away from that environment, and find an opportunity to tell her that you're actually a man, so she can regain her confidence in men."

"No, that's absolutely impossible! Why don't you find a real girl?"

"Why not?" Chen Yihui grabbed his hand again, afraid he would run away. "Men and women have different personalities, that's why you can influence her. Girls can't do that!"

"Have you considered my feelings? Why should I pretend to be a girl?" Zhao Ziqiang was agitated. He used to pretend to be a girl just for fun, never letting anyone know. Now he had to live as a girl? How could that be possible? "What you're doing is deception! Have you considered the consequences? If she finds out, she'll hate not only me, but you too!"

Chen Yihui said. "Ziqiang, we've thought about all of this! I know this puts you in a difficult position. Whether it succeeds or not, you've been kind to our Chen family, and we'll remember it!"

Zhou Ying said, "Yihui showed us your photos in women's clothing, and they are indeed quite good. This request is indeed unreasonable. If we had other options, we wouldn't do this. We hope you can understand our predicament. Yiqian is our child, and we don't want to see her fall into depravity. As long as it can help her recover, we're willing to try anything, and we'll bear the consequences!"

"But I can't bear the consequences!" Zhao Ziqiang smiled bitterly. What were these Chen family members thinking? They actually hired someone to dress up as a girl to approach Chen Yiqian. Did they even know what homosexuality was? Could Chen Yihui's madness be hereditary?

"Ziqiang, please, Yiqian is only interested in girls now! We've considered asking others for help, but no one meets the requirements." Chen Yihui gripped his hand tightly. "Ziqiang, no one else can impress Yiqian professionally, let alone get close to her emotionally!"

Zhao Ziqiang frowned. This woman had hurt him so badly three years ago, and now she was trying to do something even worse.

"Yihui, what makes you think I can do it?"

Chen Yihui said, "Because of how seriously you work, and because of your persistence in relationships!"

Zhao Ziqiang was stunned. Was that a reason? Then why did she leave three years ago? He had no choice but to make up a plausible excuse: "Yihui, I'm going to Huangshan tomorrow, I've already booked the plane ticket..."

"I'll cancel your plane ticket, we'll cover the cost. Please, Ziqiang, you're talented, you and Yiqian have common ground, no one else deserves to be her friend. You're considerate of everyone, you wouldn't hurt anyone, all of this is good for Yiqian!" Chen Yihui's tears welled up. "If you saw the absurd things Yiqian did, you'd understand how heartbroken and devastated we are."

Zhao Ziqiang slowly shook his head, then pried her hands off, preparing to leave.

"Ziqiang, don't go, help Yiqian, help us!" Chen Yihui panicked, grabbing his waist, her tearful eyes looking at her mother with despair and pessimism. Zhao Ziqiang was startled, his raised right foot unable to move. Whether three years ago or now, this girl's tears always had an effect on him.

Zhou Ying's eyes darted around, then she suddenly gritted her teeth, walked to Zhao Ziqiang, and knelt down. "Mr. Zhao, please help Yiqian, I beg you!" Chen Yihui was startled by the sight and knelt down as well, tears streaming down her face. "Ziqiang, please!"

The scene was so sudden that Zhao Ziqiang's heart leaped out of his chest. His instinctive reaction was to kneel down in return. "Auntie, please don't do this. I can't accept it. You are Yihui's mother, and I am a junior. Doing this will shorten my lifespan." "

But you are unwilling to help Yiqian!"

Zhao Ziqiang said tremblingly. "I promise, please get up!"

So everyone sat back down on the sofa, but all was silent. Zhao Ziqiang knew that escape was impossible. He glared angrily at Chen Yihui. It was one thing for the girl to be crazy, but for her composed and elegant mother to go crazy as well was too bizarre.

What kind of girl was that damned Chen Yiqian that drove the entire Chen family mad? Zhao Ziqiang was filled with terror, his mind a blur. "Oh God, I'm going to become a girl! I have to wear skirts, high heels, put on makeup, and go to the women's restroom..." Zhou Ying felt utterly exhausted; even she herself was terrified after kneeling down like that. She considered herself noble, but her daughter's repeated encouragement and pleading, sorrowful eyes made her forget that her eldest daughter had a talent for acting. After a long silence, she finally said, "Mr. Zhao, Yi Hui has told us about your character. She praised you for being talented, having good character, and being trustworthy."

Chen Yi Hui immediately said, "Zi Qiang, Yi Qian is a good girl. She's smart, capable, and ambitious! That's similar to you, you could even say you share the same goals!"

Half an hour ago, Zhao Zi Qiang had only thought about reuniting with his ex-lover and having some illicit intimacy. Now, he could only murmur, "Yi Hui, I don't know if I can do it!"

Chen Yi Hui held his hand. "You're capable! I've always admired your abilities—in the past, now, and in the future! We hope Yiqian will fall in love with you; that would be an acceptable situation for us. If one day Yiqian falls in love with you and marries you, we'll be completely at ease!"

Zhao Ziqiang's body trembled. Could this two-birds-with-one-stone scheme have been planned long ago? Impossible. If she couldn't find him today, this plan wouldn't be possible. So, all these words were improvised. How much of what she said was true?

Zhou Ying also looked at her daughter in surprise. When did this girl become someone who could represent the whole family? But her expression immediately returned to normal. She'd already gone crazy enough; she couldn't be any more outrageous now. Restless, she left the living room because she also needed to explain things to her husband.

Zhao Ziqiang's resentment and anger could no longer be suppressed. "Yi Hui, do you know what you've done?"

"I know, so please understand!"

"No, you don't know! You always used these petty tricks three years ago, and now you're even using your mother. You're despicable, because you know I'm filial. You don't understand what it means for an elder to kneel before a younger person. You're shameless! Knowing I wouldn't agree, you still made me feel bad and guilty, like I owed you a debt. Yi Hui, you're not only despicable, but also shameless!"

Chen Yi Hui was stunned. Being called despicable and shameless, even the thickest skin couldn't bear it, and tears streamed down her face.

"Zi Qiang, because Yi Qian is my sister, their daughter, that's why we're upset. I don't know if this counts as using your filial piety, but I really need your help. Yes, I'm selfish. When I heard you resigned yesterday, I was cheering that God was helping me. If this is what you call shamelessness, then I admit it. For the person I love, I'm willing to do anything, just like I was willing to do anything for you three years ago!"

Zhao Zi Qiang was stunned. This girl, even at this point, could still talk about loving him three years ago. He smiled bitterly, "Yihui, you're still the same, never considering other people's feelings. I really find it hard to imagine that your current boyfriend can tolerate you."

Chen Yihui wiped away her tears. "He also said I'm unreasonable and domineering!" She didn't think she had used any tricks; as long as it was for herself and her family, any means were justified.

Zhao Ziqiang was both angry and resentful towards this girl. The fact that she could trick his mother into kneeling meant she was even more terrifying than she was three years ago. He got up to leave, and the Chen couple simply nodded to him, not seeing him to the door. Their eyes held expectation, but even more so, doubt.

Stepping out of the house, Zhao Ziqiang almost wanted to grab Chen Yihui and beat her up. He tried to convince himself it was a dream, but the scorching sun reminded him that this was dazzling reality, not a fantasy. Reaching the white Accord, Chen Yihui stopped and asked, "Ziqiang, will you drive, or should I?"

Zhao Ziqiang's face darkened. "You drive, I can't concentrate!"

Chen Yihui turned on the air conditioning and stood by the car door looking at him. She had confirmed that she still held a place in this man's heart, although not number one. Once inside the car, they remained silent, the air seeming to freeze. They exchanged a glance, then looked away. Both clearly saw the other's affection, yet they dared not believe it. Perhaps when one harbors ulterior motives, even the authenticity of feelings becomes questionable.

Zhao Ziqiang sighed heavily. "Yi Hui, you've ruined me!"

"Why? Being a girl is only temporary!" Chen Yi Hui turned her head. "Besides, you like skirts. You said every man has a desire to wear a skirt!"

"Yi Hui, I don't mind dressing up as a girl occasionally when I'm with you!" Zhao Ziqiang stared at the dashboard. "But I can't lie, especially not to the whole world this time!"

"No, you're not lying," Chen Yi Hui said seriously. "You're helping people!"

Zhao Ziqiang looked at her worriedly. "Forget it, with my looks, how could I possibly fool everyone?"

Chen Yi Hui held his hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry, you proved three years ago that you can be a beautiful girl, a charming girl!"

Watching her start the car and drive out the door, Zhao Ziqiang felt fear. After three years apart, this girl was even more formidable. She controlled him as easily as she controlled the car.

Chapter 004: Past Events Revisited

The car drove through the city streets, but the two people inside had very different feelings. His gaze shifted from the slender hands on the steering wheel to the pretty face, and Zhao Ziqiang was even more puzzled: It's been three years since we separated, do I still care about her that much?

"Ziqiang, don't look at me like that, it'll distract me!" Chen Yihui patted the back of his hand. "You can look at the girls on the street, they're pretty too!"

"With you by my side, I won't look at anyone else, just like three years ago!" Zhao Ziqiang said meaningfully. "Yihui, you're even more beautiful and charming, I love you!"

"Hehe, that's the most beautiful thing I've heard all day!" Chen Yihui smiled radiantly.

"Really? Does he often say these things to you too?"

Chen Yihui's smile faded, and she said seriously, "Ziqiang, you're the best friend I've ever met, no one can compare to you!"

Zhao Ziqiang was a little surprised: "Really?"

"Yes, otherwise how could I have fallen in love with you before!" Chen Yihui still gripped the steering wheel seriously. These casual words were just a piece of cake for her; how much truth was behind them, only she herself probably knew.

These words stirred Zhao Ziqiang's emotions, even though he knew it was a compliment; at least Chen Yihui dared to say it. "If I were that important, she shouldn't have given up on me three years ago..." Zhao Ziqiang forgot this logic, basking in his ex-girlfriend's praise. Perhaps it should be said that Chen Yihui had once again exploited his weakness; in front of this girl, he wasn't very rational.

Chen Yihui's emotions also shifted; the car began to fill with affection, and she became less focused on driving. "Ziqiang, I told you not to look at me like that, it distracts me. Every time you looked at me like that before, I always wanted to kiss you. Do you remember that time on Hengshan Road, when we..."

Zhao Ziqiang's heart skipped a beat. "In that case, let's stop the car!"

Chen Yihui actually stopped the car and then kissed him passionately, a kiss more intense than Zhao Ziqiang had expected. He hugged Chen Yihui tightly, as if they hadn't seen each other for three years, but for three lifetimes. After the kiss, they were breathless, looked at each other, and lowered their heads.

"Yihui, you're so beautiful!" Zhao Ziqiang looked at her flushed face and gently touched it with his hand. "You look like a bride at a wedding. Whoever marries you will be the happiest man!"

Chen Yihui lowered her head shyly. "Ziqiang, thank you! A woman only becomes more beautiful in front of a man she admires!"

Zhao Ziqiang understood that although this girl had left her love life, she hadn't left his life. "Yihui, let me drive!"

"Okay!" Chen Yihui switched seats with him, her face still flushed. She couldn't help but say, "Ziqiang, that felt so good!"

"I know!" Zhao Ziqiang squeezed her hand. Chen Yihui's tender gaze made him restless, and he almost stopped the car to relive the moment. He had completely forgotten that just half a day ago he was worried about his girlfriend Zhenzhen and was still looking for a way to reconcile, but now he had completely forgotten about it. Neither

of them mentioned going home, as if there was a tacit understanding. Even when the phone rang, they both told each other that they were out running errands. They walked hand in hand, laughing heartily, oblivious to their own relationships, temporarily forgetting their real lives.

"Ziqiang, I feel that way again. I'm your girlfriend now!"

"Don't be so smug. Girls should be reserved!"

"Isn't this good? I know you still like me!"

"Sigh!" Zhao Ziqiang sighed deliberately, but his heart was already soaring.

He thought of seven years ago. They had been passionately in love for three years, and she had broken up with him then. But their first time together, their first movie, their first time making love… those passionate moments kept flashing through his mind.

Chen Yihui, a girl with a sweet smile, was so pure and lovely when she first entered the school seven years ago. She was voted the school beauty, and Zhao Ziqiang was also attracted to her. Although he later learned she was more outstanding than him, that didn't stop him from pursuing her.

And so began the story everyone who's ever been in a college romance knows: Zhao Ziqiang was consumed by his passionate love for Chen Yihui, and after a year of relentless pursuit, Chen Yihui gradually accepted him.

They used to enjoy this platonic relationship of holding hands and kissing.

When was their first passionate encounter? Thinking about this, Zhao Ziqiang suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Oh, right! He remembered that equally passionate night.

They sat in a corner of the campus chatting, the surroundings quiet.

Chen Yihui gently buried her head in Zhao Ziqiang's arms, and he felt as if he could see the stars in her eyes.

What they talked about was a bit hazy now; it seemed Chen Yihui was mostly talking about stories from her dorm, the girls' gossip, which Zhao Ziqiang had no interest in. His eyes were only fixed on Chen Yihui's delicate face.

Without thinking, Zhao Ziqiang and Chen Yihui kissed deeply, just like on their dates, embracing tightly, wanting their souls to merge.

Zhao Ziqiang's hand slipped inside Chen Yihui's clothes, gently massaging her breasts through her bra—soft, warm, and firm.

Chen Yihui sat sideways on Zhao Ziqiang's lap; his penis was now fully erect, and she felt the change in his lower body.

"Oh..."

A soft, kitten-like moan escaped her lips as Zhao Ziqiang stimulated her nipples.

Chen Yihui suddenly broke free from his embrace and stood up.

Zhao Ziqiang was momentarily stunned by the sudden loss of his warmth, staring blankly at the girl before him.

In the night, she appeared even more ethereal.

Chen Yihui reached back and unhooked her bra, revealing her face, her breasts flushed red.

With each movement, Zhao Ziqiang's desire for her intensified.

"Yihui... I love you..."

Zhao Ziqiang could only utter these few words, his body stiff with tension.

Although this was something Zhao Ziqiang had always wanted, he began to tremble when Chen Yihui actually did it.

Zhao Ziqiang was obsessed with Chen Yihui's breasts, or rather, he was obsessed with all women's breasts, even though Chen Yihui never allowed him to touch them more deeply.

Chen Yihui lay on Zhao Ziqiang's lap, and he reached down to search for his beloved breasts through her loose neckline.

When he finally grasped them, Zhao Ziqiang involuntarily trembled, his waist thrusting forward.

His penis, trapped in his underwear, reached its limit instantly from the stimulation, and Zhao Ziqiang was about to ejaculate.

He gritted his teeth, calmed himself, and resisted the urge to ejaculate.

Chen Yihui laughed, saying sweetly, "Haha, silly boy."

Zhao Ziqiang laughed too, saying sincerely, "Baby, you're so beautiful."

"Can't you say anything else? I know what you want?"

Chen Yihui grabbed Zhao Ziqiang's penis through his pants.

Zhao Ziqiang's waist thrust again because of her surprise attack, making Chen Yihui laugh again.

"Let me see..."

Although Zhao Ziqiang doubted his ears, he still pulled his pants down to his ankles as quickly as possible.

His penis, for the first time, was exposed and erect in front of a girl.

Chen Yihui reached out and slowly grasped Zhao Ziqiang's penis, which throbbed with his heartbeat. "Oh..."

he couldn't help but groan.

"Does it feel good?"

she asked.

"Mmm! It feels good! Oh..."

Zhao Ziqiang answered softly, and under the caress of Chen Yihui's warm little hand, he couldn't help but groan again.

"Yihui, how did you learn that? It feels so good!"

"We watched Japanese movies together in our dorm yesterday, and I learned it!"

Chen Yihui said softly, her face flushed red.

Thinking about her watching Japanese adult films, Zhao Ziqiang wanted to laugh a little. He just didn't know whose films they watched; he hated that kind of thing. So, he didn't know anything about famous Japanese actresses like Aoi Sora or Ai Iijima… "Can't girls watch them?"

Chen Yihui asked, shaking Zhao Ziqiang's penis as she did so, her head already resting on his lap. Zhao Ziqiang could even feel her breath on his penis.

Of course they could! Thanks to the great Japanese actresses, Zhao Ziqiang shouted excitedly in his heart.

"What else… have you learned?"

He cautiously probed.

"Hmm, you're so annoying."

Chen Yihui slapped Zhao Ziqiang's penis, the glans touching her forehead as it moved, feeling a burning sensation like a fever.

"Oh!"

Zhao Ziqiang was excited to the extreme again.

"Nana and the others said that men's penises taste really good, and the women in the movies seem to like them a lot. I want to try it,"

Chen Yihui said softly while stroking Zhao Ziqiang's penis, her eyes fixed on his erection.

"Oh! I'm going to..."

Because of this sentence, Zhao Ziqiang ejaculated, spraying her face.

"Ah!"

Chen Yihui screamed and immediately covered her mouth.

"I'm sorry, baby!"

Zhao Ziqiang frantically searched for tissues to help her wipe it clean.

Chen Yihui found tissues herself and carefully wiped the semen off her face.

Zhao Ziqiang helped her clean the semen stuck to her hair.

"You're really useless, how could you... come so quickly?"

Zhao Ziqiang caught a hint of dissatisfaction in Chen Yihui's tone and hurriedly explained, "Because you're too beautiful, and I... it's my first time being touched by someone else!"

Chen Yihui suddenly laughed and said sweetly, "Hehe, silly boy, I'm not blaming you."

Then she grasped his penis, which had already begun to soften.

Under the warmth of her palm, Zhao Ziqiang's penis began to harden again.

"Just as I thought! Nana said that a man's penis will get hard again after he ejaculates."

Chen Yihui mentioned Nana again, a girl in their dormitory who was of average appearance but had a large chest. They had met a few times.

"Hehe, it seems that Sister Nana is very experienced! What else did she say?"

Chen Yihui whispered in Zhao Ziqiang's ear, "She also said that you are a pervert, always staring at her chest." "

Yihui, I..."

Zhao Ziqiang knew this was true. Nana's large breasts often appeared in his erotic dreams, and were even the object of his masturbation fantasies.

"It's okay, I know... You little pervert, you always stare at women's breasts, I knew that a long time ago!"

"I don't know why, I especially like women's breasts, that's the most beautiful part of a woman."

Chen Yihui chuckled and said, "You're not an art student, you don't need to call your disgusting thoughts a pursuit of beauty."

"No, it's not..."

Zhao Ziqiang's explanation was interrupted by her actions again.

"Silly boy!"

Chen Yihui grabbed his hand and placed it on her mons pubis.

Zhao Ziqiang reached under Chen Yihui's skirt and quickly touched her already overflowing genitals. His other hand tightly embraced Chen Yihui's limp body, deeply kissing her lips full of sweet saliva.

Chen Yihui's breathing became heavier and heavier, and Zhao Ziqiang's hand, relying on the so-called skills he had learned from all sorts of shady places, awkwardly played with her petals.

Zhao Ziqiang's penis was now pressed against Chen Yihui's lower abdomen, and his slowly moving body allowed him to continuously rub against her body, creating sparks.

Chen Yihui turned slightly, creating a gap, and grasped Zhao Ziqiang's penis with her hand, slowly stroking it.

Their lips parted, and they both breathed heavily in each other's ears.

Zhao Ziqiang's penis trembled even more violently under Chen Yihui's increasingly skilled touch.

He also lost his balance and slammed against the wall behind him.

"Ah!"

Chen Yihui suddenly cried out, and Zhao Ziqiang knew he had found her clitoris.

"Keep it down... keep it down, baby,"

Zhao Ziqiang whispered in her ear.

This was a small open space between the chemistry and physics buildings, usually deserted. It was surrounded by buildings on three sides, and on the other side, separated by a flower wall, was a grove of trees and the school's artificial lake. There used to be a small door that was always locked, but Zhao Ziqiang got the key from a chemistry graduate, and thus, it became his little paradise for dates with Chen Yihui.

Even so, Zhao Ziqiang was still very careful, after all, being caught would be very embarrassing.

"Mmm,"

Chen Yihui quietly replied.

Zhao Ziqiang kissed her ear, his fingers continuing to explore Chen Yihui's genitals. She kept her mouth tightly shut, trying not to make a sound.

This made her even happier; Zhao Ziqiang could feel Chen Yihui's body trembling under his touch.

Chen Yihui worked even harder on Zhao Ziqiang's penis, and they were experiencing intense pleasure in their mutual masturbation.

Suddenly, they both stopped, their previously high-spirited desire instantly cooling down.

Because not far away, they had both discovered the presence of two other people.

Just outside the flower wall, in the dim light of the night, although they couldn't see clearly, they could hear them.

A man and a woman, embracing and kissing, approached the wall. The man's hands skillfully removed the woman's top and bra, placing them on the fence of the flower wall. His hands kneaded the woman's full, white breasts, and his lips moved from her mouth to her chest.

"Ah! Husband, ah!"

the woman moaned dazedly.

Zhao Ziqiang and Chen Yihui hid around the corner of the other side of the wall, watching their passion from behind the fence.

After kissing the girl's nipples for a while, the boy took off his pants and placed them next to the girl's clothes. His penis, no less impressive than Zhao Ziqiang's, immediately became erect.

Seeing the boy's penis, Chen Yihui suddenly grasped Zhao Ziqiang's penis. He also embraced her breasts from behind, gently kneading them. They smiled at each other, and Zhao Ziqiang felt Chen Yihui's nipples gradually harden under his caresses.

Zhao Ziqiang quietly took off his pants as well, placing them aside. One hand continued to caress Chen Yihui's breasts, while the other hand penetrated her genitals from behind, continuing what he hadn't finished.

In the darkness, Chen Yihui's arms and neck began to glow with a tender reddish hue, and Zhao Ziqiang's penis grew increasingly aroused under her ministrations.

The girl on the other side of the wall knelt down, stroked the boy's penis a couple of times, and then began to give him oral sex. The boy turned around, leaned against the wall, and looked on with pure enjoyment.

Chen Yihui's genitals were already overflowing with fluid, and her panties had slipped down to her knees under Zhao Ziqiang's assault.

When she saw the girl put the boy's penis in her mouth, her body trembled, and more vaginal fluid flowed from her lower body.

Chen Yihui had an orgasm!

Zhao Ziqiang, holding her unsteady body, whispered, "Didn't you want to try? Look, there's a live demonstration over there."

Chen Yihui immediately turned around, squatted down, and stuffed Zhao Ziqiang's penis into her mouth.

"Ah!"

Zhao Ziqiang cried out unexpectedly. The two people opposite heard their voices and were visibly startled, then continued their actions. The boy glanced in Zhao Ziqiang's direction, but he didn't notice anything.

Chen Yihui's oral skills were terrible; Zhao Ziqiang even felt a little pain from her licking and biting, but Chen Yihui herself enjoyed it, eating with relish.

Zhao Ziqiang also endured it, not making any noise so as not to disturb the couple outside the wall.

Just as Zhao Ziqiang was about to break down from Chen Yihui's biting, the man and woman outside the wall changed positions again.

The man pulled the woman up, slapped her buttocks with a crisp "smack," and said, "Turn around, I'm going to fuck you!"

"Husband, hurry, fuck me!"

The woman immediately turned around, put her hands on the wall, and stuck her buttocks out towards him.

Chen Yihui also heard their conversation, released Zhao Ziqiang's penis, and stood up to watch their actions.

Zhao Ziqiang's penis suddenly left Chen Yihui's warm mouth, the saliva-covered penis feeling slightly cool in the evening breeze, so he began to masturbate involuntarily while watching the performance outside the flower wall.

Chen Yihui leaned against Zhao Ziqiang, watching in a daze, and when she noticed him masturbating, she also reached for her genitals.

"Oh... ah..."

she moaned again, but the people outside the wall didn't hear her, because they were now completely immersed in sex.

The boy hugged the girl's waist, rubbed his penis against her anus a few times, found the right spot, and inserted it.

"Ah! Husband!"

the girl cried out.

"Wife! Fuck you!"

the boy said as he thrust in and out.

The girl moved her hips back and forth in perfect sync with the boy's thrusts.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh...husband, husband...fuck me faster..."

She was completely frenzied, conquered by her boyfriend's penis, screaming without a care in the world.

The boy behind her, working hard, stopped making any sound, desperately holding the girl's buttocks and thrusting.

Zhao Ziqiang's hand, following the swaying of the girl's breasts, increasingly stroked his penis.

"Thrust...thrust...thrust..."

Her mind was blank except for these two words; her eyes saw only the actions of the two men and the girl's full, swaying breasts.

Chen Yihui closed her eyes, her slightly open mouth uttering "hmm...hmm..."

in her sleep, her legs tightly clamped around her masturbating hand, on the verge of collapse.

"Slap... slap... slap... slap..."

The sounds of their bodies colliding outside the wall reached Zhao Ziqiang and Chen Yihui's ears. Suddenly, the frequency of the collisions increased.

"Ah... I'll fuck you to death..."

the boy roared like a wild beast as he thrust.

The girl was completely pressed against the wall, making sounds that were half-laughing and half-crying, "Ah... woo woo... ah!"

"Ah! Wife, I came!"

The boy's thrusting became even faster, "Ah! I came!"

"Ah! Shoot me, fuck me..."

the girl grabbed her breasts and rubbed them hard, "Ah, I'm going to die!"

"Ah..."

In an instant, Zhao Ziqiang's semen gushed out with their orgasm, accompanied by the masturbation, spraying continuously, his soul flying away in this ejaculation.

"Ah..."

Chen Yihui also reached orgasm, this was probably the most intense orgasm she had ever had since she learned to masturbate. Her legs could no longer support her body, she knelt on the ground, her fingers still pressed against her clitoris, her body trembling as she received wave after wave of impact.

Chapter 5, July 11th :

The two people outside the wall, having finally discovered their presence, grabbed their clothes and immediately left, leaving Zhao Ziqiang and Chen Yihui still immersed in the climax of masturbation.

For a long while, neither of them spoke, just looking at each other and chuckling.

As agreed, Zhao Ziqiang arrived at the entrance of the Cultural Square.

"Ziqiang!"

Zhao Ziqiang heard a soft voice calling his name. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw Chen Yihui waving and calling him. She was wearing this year's most fashionable pink sleeveless top, which couldn't hide her approximately D-cup breasts. The low neckline revealed an alluring cleavage, her bra faintly visible, with two small nipples protruding noticeably in the center of the cups, forming a beautiful curve. Her breasts, already shapely, rose and fell gently with her breathing.

Chen Yihui wore a white pleated mini-skirt, revealing her very sexy thighs. Her slender and shapely legs seemed quite toned, and she wore a pair of sheer, flesh-colored stockings rolled up to her knees, exposing a section of her rounded thighs, which looked very sexy. Her beautiful, small feet wore a pair of pretty purple-black mid-heeled leather sandals, which harmonized perfectly with the flesh-colored stockings.

Her high breasts lifted her dress high, and combined with her slender waist and long, shapely figure, it was a perfect combination. Even dressed like this, she still exuded a classic beauty, appearing charming and lovely.

When the voluptuous, graceful, and charming Chen Yihui stood before Zhao Ziqiang, every smile and gesture radiated the alluring aura of a young woman. Zhao Ziqiang secretly congratulated himself on his wise choice; taking the subway was indeed a smart move. If he had driven and encountered traffic, even if he had arrived, he probably wouldn't have seen the beauty's sunny smile.

So, Zhao Ziqiang walked towards her without ceremony. Chen Yihui warmly greeted him, opening her arms to wrap around Zhao Ziqiang's neck, and playfully scolded, "Why are you so late?"

Chen Yihui's actions were always boldly disregarding the presence of others, which undoubtedly greatly satisfied Zhao Ziqiang's vanity.

He had just checked his watch; it wasn't nine o'clock yet, meaning he wasn't late. But for a man to arrive later than a woman meant he was late, no further explanation needed. Zhao Ziqiang coughed and said seriously, "When I received your text message, I rushed out of the dorm without even putting on my pants."

Chen Yihui chuckled and scolded, "Then what are you wearing now?"

Zhao Ziqiang scratched his head and laughed, "When I got to the dorm entrance, the gatekeeper stopped me and said I couldn't leave without pants."

Chen Yihui couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhao Ziqiang, who chuckled, "I knew there were a lot of cars on the road at this time, so I took the subway, but I didn't expect it to be delayed. Actually, I was in a real rush."

Chen Yihui turned and walked to Zhao Ziqiang's side, hooking her arms around his right hand, and said with a smile, "Okay! I forgive you, let's go!"

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Zhao Ziqiang casually asked, "Where are we going?"

Chen Yihui turned around, her bright eyes darting around quickly, and said, "Let's watch a movie. There's a theater outside the square. I passed by it on my way here and thought the movie looked good, so I wanted to go in and check it out."

"What movie?"

Zhao Ziqiang asked.

"A Hong Kong film, *Sex and Zen*, in 3D,"

Chen Yihui replied.

Zhao Ziqiang's jaw nearly dropped when he heard the title. Not knowing her intentions, he asked in surprise, "You need to understand! It's a Category III film!"

Chen Yihui simply blinked and said, "I haven't seen it! I heard it's very interesting, but I'm too embarrassed to go alone.

Why don't you come with me?" She looked at Zhao Ziqiang innocently, as if to say, "Silly boy, you'll be the one who benefits!"

Zhao Ziqiang had heard people say that some girls' eyes could bewitch, but he didn't believe it until he met Chen Yihui. When she looked at him, her eyes were filled with deep affection, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Those deep eyes made Zhao Ziqiang feel weak all over, his bones melting.

At the ticket window, Zhao Ziqiang smiled and asked Chen Yihui, "Are you sure you want to see this?"

"Do you want to see it?" Chen Yihui smiled charmingly at Zhao Ziqiang. Actually, Zhao Ziqiang had already seen this film online. Besides, this kind of Category III film wasn't as explicit as the real sex scenes in adult films, so it wasn't very exciting for him. But how could he say no in this situation?

The movie theater was almost empty; it was nine in the morning! Who would come to the movies at this hour? Chen Yihui had been happy for a while about getting a half-price ticket for the first showing of the morning.

Hearing Zhao Ziqiang's explanation, Chen Yihui's mouth slightly agape, her eyes brimming with seductive allure, appeared intently watching the movie on screen. However, her mind was actually conjuring up passionate scenes of the two leads making love, and she was gripping Zhao Ziqiang's arm tightly; he could even feel the slight sweat on her palms.

As Chen Yihui stared at the screen, the image in her mind unconsciously shifted, transforming into herself naked in bed, making love with Zhao Ziqiang. A misty haze appeared in her eyes—a sign of a woman's arousal.

Zhao Ziqiang, a seasoned veteran, didn't care, but Chen Yihui was different. She had been exposed to the influence of other women in the dormitory, but being with Zhao Ziqiang now made the situation different.

Because Zhao Ziqiang was sitting right next to Chen Yihui, he could see her alluring breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. Her body was slightly turned to the side, revealing her beautiful curves. The hem of her skirt only covered the middle of her thighs, revealing a section of her plump, rounded thighs, smooth and tender. Her purple leather sandals further accentuated her perfect snow-

white feet. Even though Chen Yihui was wearing stockings, her smooth ankles and crystal-clear toes were enough to ignite Zhao Ziqiang's lust. Zhao Ziqiang stared at her breasts and fantasized about her entire body. He imagined Chen Yihui's smooth, black hair, delicate skin, high and firm breasts, flat and smooth abdomen, slender and alluring waist, plump and soft buttocks, and long and shapely jade legs.

Zhao Ziqiang gradually became restless and began to fantasize. He imagined himself removing Chen Yihui's clothes and bra, revealing her firm, tender virgin breasts. Her perfectly proportioned peaks would be full of symmetrical beauty, her pale pink areolas would be incredibly alluring, and her slightly erect nipples would be extremely tempting. Add to that her flat stomach adorned with a charming, small navel, and it would surely make anyone's blood boil.

He imagined himself extending his tongue to Chen Yihui's soft earlobe, licking from her earlobe to her neck, then slowly moving towards her face. He would then grasp her breasts with both hands, his palms swirling and caressing her firm breasts, kneading her crystal-clear, flawless white nipples. He would feel their soft warmth and indescribable comfort. Then, his left hand would climb further up to her nipples, gently kneading them. Although the beautiful pink areolas had not yet been touched, they would surely already be round and plump.

Zhao Ziqiang imagined himself taking Chen Yihui's right breast into his mouth, sucking on it, occasionally gently biting the nipple with his teeth and licking it with his tongue. Then he imagined peeling off her skirt, her small area perfectly tailored with her panties, showcasing the most alluring curves of her vulva. The semi-transparent silk fabric would reveal glimpses of her pubic hair beneath. He imagined watching the lush green pubic hair peeking through her white panties, then pulling them down to her knees. Beneath her snow-white abdomen, he imagined a patch of alluring black pubic hair, revealing her private garden, protected for years.

He imagined Chen Yihui with long, slender, white legs like bamboo shoots, a round, pert bottom, and a slender cleft between her thighs, revealing glimpses of her dark pubic hair. He imagined her body without a single flaw, a sight to behold, a mesmerizing sight.

Zhao Ziqiang imagined himself laying Chen Yihui on the bed again, where he could fully admire her naked body. With every movement, her peach petals would part slightly, revealing glimpses of her vulva, her breasts and buttocks undulating, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air—truly breathtaking and arousing. He imagined immediately parting her pubic hair to peek into her alluring mystery, picturing her long, slender, snow-white legs and her beautifully curved, rounded, and high buttocks, their color and elasticity incomparably beautiful. Then his right hand would traverse her glossy black hair... His fingers traced the soft, smooth, yet firm back, moving gently across her firm thighs and rounded buttocks. His caresses were like those of a seasoned expert in the art of lovemaking, occasionally shifting like a curious child tentatively slipping into the crevice between her snow-white buttocks, carefully searching her most mysterious triangle. He was certain he would find a tuft of soft hair; her delicate labia were likely pink, half-open, two slightly raised mounds of tender flesh, with a moist, alluring slit between them, like guardian deities protecting her vulnerable secret cave. Finally, he decided to go all in, to force his way into her jade gate, break through her hymen, and penetrate her core… Thinking this, he unconsciously reached out and grabbed Chen Yihui's hand.

Startled by Zhao Ziqiang's sudden action, Chen Yihui tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't loosen his grip, holding it tightly. Chen Yihui had no choice but to let him hold her, ceasing her struggle.

Seeing that Chen Yihui showed no resistance, Zhao Ziqiang intensified his actions, sliding his hand down her back and pulling her tightly into a hug.

Suddenly, Chen Yihui felt a tightness in her chest; Zhao Ziqiang's hand, which had been on her shoulder, moved down to her breast. Startled, she looked up, but Zhao Ziqiang's lips were sealed by a forceful kiss. Her legs went weak, and she was powerless to resist. At this moment, Zhao Ziqiang's hand on her chest became increasingly brazen, causing her to gasp repeatedly.

Simultaneously, Chen Yihui felt Zhao Ziqiang's other hand caressing between her thighs. Startled, she struggled fiercely, but Zhao Ziqiang held her tightly from behind, kissing her even more passionately. Then, Zhao Ziqiang's hand slipped inside her shirt collar, unhooked her bra, and pressed against her breast.

Chen Yihui felt completely powerless; her lips parted slightly, and Zhao Ziqiang's tongue seized the opportunity to slip inside, sucking on her saliva and teasing her tongue.

A series of pleasures overwhelmed Chen Yihui, causing her to lose her senses and collapse into Zhao Ziqiang's arms. A trickle of moisture flowed down her thighs, revealing her love juice.

Zhao Ziqiang was almost unable to resist. Chen Yihui's shoulders were smooth, and he slipped his hand under the shoulders of her sleeveless top to touch her breasts, which felt warm and firm.

Suddenly, Chen Yihui sat up straight and reached her hand behind her back. Zhao Ziqiang was afraid she was angry!

Just as he was about to remove his hand, he felt Chen Yihui's bra suddenly loosen. It turned out she had thought the same thing as Zhao Ziqiang; she had just unhooked her bra and then rested her head on Zhao Ziqiang's shoulder.

Now Zhao Ziqiang was completely relieved and touched her breasts, circling them and then pinching her already erect nipples with his fingers, gently rubbing them, then sliding to the other breast to continue gently rubbing.

At this moment, Chen Yihui's right hand pulled Zhao Ziqiang's left hand onto her leg. Zhao Ziqiang immediately understood. His right hand touched her breast, while his left hand moved along her thigh, from under her skirt down to her private parts, sliding up and down through her panties, gently rubbing and making small circles.

Zhao Ziqiang could feel Chen Yihui trembling slightly; her legs would sometimes tightly clamp his hand, sometimes open to allow him to rub. Zhao Ziqiang clearly felt that her panties were wet.

Zhao Ziqiang could no longer resist. He slipped his fingers inside the edge of Chen Yihui's panties, touching her already soaked virgin territory. He first slid and gently rubbed around the area, which resulted in even more lubrication.

Zhao Ziqiang's index finger touched the entrance of Chen Yihui's vagina, circled it a dozen times, and then, with a slight thrust, slid in.

He felt Chen Yihui tremble slightly. His hands didn't stop, stroking inside, feeling how warm and smooth it was.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands moved in and out naturally, from shallow to deep, until finally touching a round, hard spot—probably the cervix!

Every time Zhao Ziqiang reached its limit and touched it, Chen Yihui would shudder, rubbing her head against his hair, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands continued stroking like this for almost half an hour, while the sparse crowd around them continued watching the movie intently; but Chen Yihui heard nothing, only feeling a tingling sensation all over her body. Half of her breast had been pulled outside her shirt by Zhao Ziqiang, her snow-white nipples displaying a healthy glow under the projector lights, her bright red buds erect and trembling intensely.

At first, Zhao Ziqiang only lightly touched Chen Yihui's breasts with his fingertips, but eventually he even pinched her buds with his hands, which aroused Chen Yihui's clitoris, causing her to slowly secrete fluids.

His hand had already pulled aside Chen Yihui's panties, caressing her thick pubic hair. The love juice flowing from her vulva dripped down Zhao Ziqiang's hand and onto the ground.

Zhao Ziqiang, aroused by this stimulation, forcefully covered Chen Yihui's vulva with one large hand, squeezing hard.

The intense stimulation caused Chen Yihui's whole body to tremble violently; she breathed heavily through her nostrils, and saliva dripped from their kissing lips, falling onto her breasts.

Zhao Ziqiang's left hand pinched Chen Yihui's delicate nipples, his fingers tracing the valley between the two petals, climbing to the tip of her long-hidden clitoris. Simultaneously, his middle finger probed the entrance to her vagina, following the gushing love juice, forcing open the tightly closed gate and entering a virgin territory never before trodden.

Chen Yihui's upper and lower body were attacked simultaneously; suddenly, her vision went black, an orgasm surged forth, and her limbs went weak. If Zhao Ziqiang hadn't held her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

As Chen Yihui struggled to get up, Zhao Ziqiang couldn't resist grabbing her thigh with his right hand and grasping her firm, beautiful breasts through her outer clothing with his left, ignoring Chen Yihui's screams. He then kneaded her breasts, which were difficult to hold in one hand.

Chen Yihui said nervously, "Oh! Don't do this, others will see!"

But Zhao Ziqiang ignored her, reaching inside Chen Yihui's clothes to unhook her bra and grabbing her white, smooth breast. He felt a warm sensation—her nipples were already hard.

Chen Yihui continued to plead, "Please let go, we can't do this here... Ouch!"

Zhao Ziqiang's hand, which had been caressing Chen Yihui's thigh, slipped inside her thigh, reaching deep into her already wet and hot vulva. She twisted her hips and struggled, reaching out to grab Zhao Ziqiang's hand that was between her legs, which only aroused his lust even more. Chen Yihui almost cried out. She whispered urgently in Zhao Ziqiang's ear, "Take your hand out, don't do this... Ouch!"

Zhao Ziqiang pinched Chen Yihui's breasts again. His hands on her body teased her, making her flustered and arousing her primal desires. Zhao Ziqiang's hand between her legs was already soaked with the vaginal fluid that had seeped through her panties.

At the same time, Zhao Ziqiang's thick penis, which was erect between Chen Yihui's buttocks, kept thrusting upwards, making her weak all over. She said weakly, "Let go, don't do this, oh!"

As she spoke, Zhao Ziqiang's hand between her legs had already slipped inside her stockings, skillfully pulling aside her panties and covering her thick, hairy vulva with his palm. His fingers touched her labia, which were already incredibly slippery with vaginal fluid.

Chen Yihui, her legs spread wide, begged Zhao Ziqiang to stop: "No, you can't do this, not here... Oh!"

Zhao Ziqiang's middle finger was already inserted into Chen Yihui's tender vagina. He felt the tender flesh of her vaginal walls writhing and contracting, tightly gripping his middle finger. Zhao Ziqiang used his middle finger to thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the tip striking the clitoris deep within her womb, causing it to open and gushing out streams of fluid.

The intense stimulation made Chen Yihui's body limp and weak, pressed against Zhao Ziqiang, her mouth open as she gasped for breath.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Ziqiang turned Chen Yihui's body around. While his middle finger continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue swirling inside her mouth, sipping her sweet saliva.

A sliver of reason remained, preventing Chen Yihui from reciprocating Zhao Ziqiang's kisses. She simply closed her eyes, letting him suckle her soft tongue.

Seeing Zhao Ziqiang about to lift her white skirt, she cried out, "Ah! No...don't!"

Chen Yihui used her hands to pull the skirt down again, but Zhao Ziqiang's hand had already slipped inside her panties, desperately kneading her vulva.

Her plump vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and Zhao Ziqiang's fingers, following the slippery fluids, teased her clitoris. Chen Yihui finally lost control; her round buttocks trembled, and her slender feet in purple mid-heeled sandals shook uncontrollably.

When the movie finally ended, it was already 9:30 PM. Chen Yihui hooked her arms around Zhao Ziqiang's right hand, and the two walked out of the theater with the crowd.

Chen Yihui suddenly looked up at Zhao Ziqiang and asked softly, "Ziqiang, why do the women in those Japanese films moan like that during 'that'?"

Zhao Ziqiang looked at Chen Yihui, unsure if she genuinely didn't know or was teasing him. He chuckled and replied, "You'd have to ask you girls. How would I know, being a guy? But I guess they're using it to show they're having fun!"

Chen Yihui said "Oh," lowered her head, and didn't say anything more.

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He took a taxi back to school. Checking the time difference, he figured Chen Yihui had already finished class. Although she hadn't told Zhao Ziqiang to come see her that night, Chen Yihui had already been so proactive today. If he still couldn't figure out what to do at this point, it would be an insult to his intelligence.

Upon arriving at school, Zhao Ziqiang called Chen Yihui, telling her to meet him downstairs at the girls' dormitory in ten minutes. However, Zhao Ziqiang waited a full half hour before she finally arrived. Fortunately, Zhao Ziqiang was mentally prepared; women always need to change clothes and put on makeup before going out, so half an hour wasn't a long time.

After having dinner together, they walked hand in hand out of the main street where the restaurant was located. When they strolled into a darker alley, Zhao Ziqiang pulled Chen Yihui close, gently kissed her cheek, and asked affectionately, "Yihui, shall we find a place to rest?"

As he spoke, he pulled Chen Yihui out of the dark alley, his hand also reaching for her breast.

"Ah, you...you're so annoying!"

Chen Yihui gently punched Zhao Ziqiang, saying coquettishly, "Don't do that!"

The two entered a bar—Blue Ocean Bar.

Blue lights, blue glasses, and blue music filled the air. Chen Yihui and Zhao Ziqiang sat facing each other, chatting casually.

They were immersed in a romantic atmosphere, chatting happily. Zhao Ziqiang sat down on a chair by the window, poured her a glass of red wine, and they began to drink together. After a few glasses, Chen Yihui became even more cheerful; her face was flushed, and her speech became somewhat flirtatious.

In the middle of the stage, young men and women swayed their hips without any restraint, their laughter echoing throughout. Alcohol is truly a wonderful thing; it can make people indulge or forget things.

After leaving the bar, Chen Yihui was unsteady on her feet and her speech was slurred.

Zhao Ziqiang supported her around the waist and took her home. Since it was already late, going back to school was definitely not appropriate, but where else could they go? Chen Yihui's home? Zhao Ziqiang wasn't that foolish.

He took a taxi directly to a hotel, rented a room, and upon entering, Zhao Ziqiang told her to take a shower first; a shower would make someone who had been drinking much more refreshed.

Zhao Ziqiang sat alone in the room, idly scrolling through his phone, waiting for her to come out.

When Chen Yihui finally emerged from the bathroom, Zhao Ziqiang couldn't help but gaze at her again. Glistening water droplets clung to her cloud-like hair, and her well-fitting dress couldn't conceal the graceful curves of her young woman. Her shapely figure was faintly visible, her breasts high and firm, her legs long and slender, rounded and beautiful, and her waist so slender it could be encircled by a single hand.

Chen Yihui's beautiful eyes were like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, clear and captivating. Her delicate face, paired with bright red, tender lips, a pretty, delicate nose, and a graceful, upturned chin, exuded a gentle and alluring charm.

Bathed in soft light, Chen Yihui resembled a fairy descended from heaven, her stunning beauty truly breathtaking, enough to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, and make fish sink and geese fall from the sky.

Before Zhao Ziqiang could speak, Chen Yihui, knowing what was about to happen that night, had already turned off the lights. In the darkness, an irrepressible spark ignited between them, and both Zhao Ziqiang and Chen Yihui gradually became aroused.

In the darkness, Zhao Ziqiang felt Chen Yihui's body moving closer to him, and he smelled her unique, orchid-like fragrance.

Zhao Ziqiang took a deep breath, and his left hand, restless, reached for her slender waist, instantly caressing her small waist.

Chen Yihui trembled slightly but did not struggle, which was the best encouragement for Zhao Ziqiang. So, with a forceful pull of his left hand, he drew her into his arms, his right hand holding her fragrant shoulder. Chen Yihui appeared weak and powerless in his arms, breathing softly.

Zhao Ziqiang couldn't help but hold her even tighter, kissing her delicate earlobe and finally landing on her alluring red lips. As Zhao Ziqiang's fiery lips attacked Chen Yihui, she felt as if she were in a dream. When Zhao Ziqiang's tongue parted her lips, Chen Yihui had no intention of resisting; in fact, when Zhao Ziqiang's lips intertwined with her tongue, her mouth even secreted saliva.

Zhao Ziqiang suddenly attacked again, his thick lips sealing Chen Yihui's moist, soft lips, and as he sucked, a stream of saliva welled up from under her tongue.

Both of them felt an electric shock, as if they had been waiting for a long time, and the feeling of kissing was so wonderful.

Chen Yihui suddenly felt like a hundred flowers blooming, like a happy butterfly, flying freely and infinitely light among the flowers. Their tongues intertwined, sucking each other, unwilling to separate.

Chen Yihui was intoxicated by the wonderful feeling, feeling Zhao Ziqiang's large hands stroking her from her shoulders to her waist, and the places he touched felt an uncontrollable heat.

Zhao Ziqiang occasionally caressed her full buttocks—those were the mounds of a beautiful woman! His devilish hands roamed freely, kneading them with unrestrained affection.

"Mmm...no!"

Chen Yihui said, her words contradicting her true feelings.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands didn't stop there; sometimes they even sneaked over the edge, trying to slip from under her armpits back to her chest. Chen Yihui quickly reached out and hugged Zhao Ziqiang tightly, leaving no gap between their upper bodies.

Unexpectedly, the consequence of this was that although Zhao Ziqiang's hands couldn't enter for the time being, Chen Yihui's breasts received even greater stimulation, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Yihui, is this your first time?"

Zhao Ziqiang asked with concern. Chen Yihui nodded shyly. She shyly broke free from Zhao Ziqiang's embrace, stood up, and turned on the light.

"Ziqiang, as long as you like, I can give you more."

After saying this, Chen Yihui boldly sat on Zhao Ziqiang's lap, unbuttoning her top one by one and tearing open her shirt, instantly revealing a stunningly beautiful body. Her shapely body stretched out, her snow-white arms and long legs casually placed, yet there couldn't be a more suitable way to position them.

Zhao Ziqiang felt an indescribable sensation, a sense that no one could defile such a perfect body. He stared intently at Chen Yihui's exquisitely beautiful face. Her eyebrows were arched, her cheeks like fresh lychees, her nose like goose fat, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing pearly teeth, her fine black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her bright, watery eyes shone with a shy yet seemingly joyful light, radiating a pure and elegant aura.

"Ziqiang, am I beautiful?"

Chen Yihui asked.

"Yes!"

Zhao Ziqiang immediately replied.

Chen Yihui's thin, semi-transparent bra, barely concealing her figure, accentuated her delicate and slender curves, her soft and boneless skin, and most strikingly, her slightly trembling breasts. These breasts, now undisguisedly erect, were full, round, and large, perfectly proportioned to her delicate body. The two pink nipples at their peaks were like buds yet to fully open, seemingly waiting to be plucked. Against her fair and smooth skin, the pink nipples were even more alluring.

Zhao Ziqiang embraced Chen Yihui again, feeling a soft, warm body against his chest, with her two soft, firm virgin breasts against him, so supple and elastic.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands grasped Chen Yihui's firm, full breasts, kneading the tender peaks, feeling the firm, high virgin breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath his palms.

At this moment, Chen Yihui reached to the side of her skirt and unzipped it. The skirt immediately opened, lifting from the hem upwards, gradually revealing her white thong to Zhao Ziqiang. The lace trim on the edges of the thong stood out against her snow-white skin.

Chen Yihui slowly pulled the skirt down from the bottom up. The moment the skirt left her body, she was only wearing a bra and panties. Apart from the bra on her chest and the panties on her lower body, her ivory-smooth, white skin was clearly visible, and her graceful curves were fully exposed.

This semi-naked beauty amazed Zhao Ziqiang: "Truly stunning!"

Chen Yihui's bra was a three-quarter cup with lace trim, and the curves of her breasts and the cleavage could be vaguely seen behind it.

The white thong was so sheer that Zhao Ziqiang could almost see the slightly raised mons pubis and the glossy black pubic hair—the most private and precious part of a woman, simply exquisite!

Zhao Ziqiang's bloodshot eyes stared brazenly at Chen Yihui's snow-white, half-naked, exquisitely curvaceous body. Most of her skin was exposed, the white thong clinging tightly to her equally high breasts and buttocks, which only fueled his lust more than if she were completely naked.

Chen Yihui's soft, curvaceous lines unconsciously exuded allure and sensuality; her dazzling white skin was fully displayed before Zhao Ziqiang, revealing both girlish shyness and the captivating charm of a mature woman.

"Ziqiang, do you like me? I can give you everything a girl has."

Chen Yihui paused, then continued provocatively, "Ziqiang, why don't you take off my bra and panties?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Zhao Ziqiang said, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Chen Yihui's waist from behind, making her sit between his legs.

Then Zhao Ziqiang pulled down Chen Yihui's panties, bent her legs apart, and placed them on his lap. Her alluring vulva opened, and she felt both wet and cool down there. She shyly looked up at Zhao Ziqiang, her face flushed, waiting for his caresses.

Zhao Ziqiang leaned down and kissed Chen Yihui from behind her neck, his palm gently rubbing her pubic hair on her vulva. The movement of his palm stimulated her labia, and waves of pleasure from the friction made Chen Yihui gasp softly.

A moment later, Zhao Ziqiang skillfully unhooked her bra, placed his left hand under her left breast, and cupped it.

Chen Yihui's exposed nipples hardened with excitement, turning a bright red, and looked incredibly cute.

Zhao Ziqiang's right hand gently caressed her left breast, as if admiring a precious treasure. The ticklish sensation made Chen Yihui feel very comfortable, a completely different feeling from the caresses she had experienced through her clothes before.

Then Zhao Ziqiang gently pressed his left palm against Chen Yihui's left breast, kneading her areola and nipple, which excited Chen Yihui immensely; his right hand moved down to her vulva, parting her petals, and then gently stroking the labia with his fingers. Chen Yihui

leaned against Zhao Ziqiang's chest as if paralyzed, waves of pleasure gushing out, spreading from her left breast and lower body throughout her entire body. She tried to clamp Zhao Ziqiang's hand between her legs, but could only place it on his thighs and could not close it, so she could only press Zhao Ziqiang's hand down with her hands.

Chen Yihui's lower abdomen and vulva convulsed violently, she uttered meaningless cries, her mind blank, only the impact of waves of pleasure remained.

As time passed, Chen Yihui slowly recovered, thinking joyfully, "This is the climax a woman craves, it's different from using my hand! The physical pleasure and spiritual satisfaction I felt in Ziqiang's arms, this is perhaps the unity of body and soul!"

The two kissed passionately, savoring that wonderful moment.

Soon it was time to get down to business. Zhao Ziqiang quickly stripped off all his clothes, pulled out his large member, and reassured Chen Yihui not to be afraid.

It was very large and thick, over seven inches long, erect in the air. Chen Yihui worried that it wouldn't be able to accommodate it, but Zhao Ziqiang comforted her, "A woman's vagina is very elastic, even a fetus's head can pass through, you will definitely be able to accommodate it."

To make Chen Yihui feel a little more comfortable with it, Zhao Ziqiang suggested that she hold it in her hands.

Chen Yihui cupped it in her palm, estimating it to be about two inches thick. She gently lifted it, tenderly stroking the tip. She immediately heard Zhao Ziqiang's ecstatic moans. Chen Yihui thought that even her vulva could bring him such pleasure, but the thought of this thick, long thing soon penetrating her untouched vagina filled her with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

A moment later, Zhao Ziqiang laid Chen Yihui on her back, placing a pillow under her waist to elevate her vulva. He then bent and spread her legs, sitting between them and admiring her vulva.

Chen Yihui looked at Zhao Ziqiang shyly, letting him do as he pleased.

Zhao Ziqiang parted the labia majora and minora with his hands, admiring the view inside. He then gently manipulated the inner walls of Chen Yihui's labia majora with his fingers, caressing the minora and the entrance to her vagina. Chen Yihui felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation.

Zhao Ziqiang pulled the petals upwards again, revealing the swollen clitoris, and gently massaged the extremely sensitive clitoris with his fingers.

Chen Yihui trembled as if electrocuted, a wonderful pleasure spreading throughout her body, but she was too sensitive, so she had to press her hand against Zhao Ziqiang again.

Seeing this, Zhao Ziqiang pretended to be affectionate and said, "Yihui, let's officially unite! Will you enter me? I want you to surround my thing, let me scatter my millions of offspring deep inside you."

Chen Yihui nodded shyly and begged Zhao Ziqiang to be gentle with her.

Next, Zhao Ziqiang leaned forward and kissed Chen Yihui again, and placed his thick, hard member in Chen Yihui's hand.

Chen Yihui gently moved the tip of the penis to the entrance of her vagina, and Zhao Ziqiang pressed forward and asked, "Are you willing to be my woman?"

Chen Yihui was of course very willing, and answered Zhao Ziqiang with her actions. She returned Zhao Ziqiang's kiss, her lower body rising upwards, so that the tip of the penis slowly pressed against the entrance of her vagina.

Zhao Ziqiang, cooperating with Chen Yihui's upward thrusts, gently penetrated her.

Chen Yihui felt her vulva swell with a fullness, her vaginal opening and surrounding area stretched open by the hard tip of his penis.

She nervously gripped Zhao Ziqiang's member, but it was very slippery, and Chen Yihui couldn't hold on to it, feeling it slowly pushing forward.

Chen Yihui's vaginal opening was instantly filled, and she felt a little pain, as if her hymen had been torn, her vaginal opening contracting due to the intrusion.

Chen Yihui endured the pain, trying to force the tip into her vaginal opening, her brows furrowing involuntarily. Zhao Ziqiang stopped and asked Chen Yihui if it hurt, and if she could continue.

Chen Yihui released her grip on Zhao Ziqiang's member and nodded, allowing him to continue.

Zhao Ziqiang was unwilling, so he withdrew his thick member from her vaginal opening, but saw a little blood on the tip of his penis; Chen Yihui had lost her virginity to him.

Zhao Ziqiang immediately used a tissue to squeeze the entrance of her vagina to stop the bleeding. His gentle care made Chen Yihui forget the pain.

Chen Yihui said they could continue, and Zhao Ziqiang aimed his penis at her entrance again. His head was covered in vaginal fluid, looking like a shiny golden cudgel.

Zhao Ziqiang then used his hand to help, pressing the tip of his penis against her entrance, asking Chen Yihui to relax as much as possible to allow it to penetrate.

Chen Yihui's vagina and surrounding area were stretched open again by the hard tip of his penis, feeling a burning and uncomfortable sensation, but the previous pain was gone.

Chen Yihui took a deep breath, trying to relax her vagina as much as possible, and Zhao Ziqiang cooperated by slowly pushing in, finally allowing his thickest part to enter her vagina.

Chen Yihui felt her vaginal opening become full and tight, squeezed and filled.

Zhao Ziqiang leaned down and kissed Chen Yihui again, slowly continuing to push forward.

The feeling of fullness at the entrance of her vagina was no longer unbearable, but the tip of the penis slowly stretched it open, gradually opening up her previously unexplored inner vagina, which was then filled with the thick, hard penis.

Chen Yihui tried to clamp her legs and vagina together, resisting further opening and penetration, but she was held down by Zhao Ziqiang's body and unable to move.

At this moment, it was unstoppable. Zhao Ziqiang's penis finally broke through Chen Yihui's defenses and plunged deep into her vagina.

In no time, Zhao Ziqiang's shiny penis was fully inserted into Chen Yihui's flower garden, reaching deep into her body. The tip seemed to touch the very core of Chen Yihui's flower, causing her to let out a long sigh, joyfully announcing that she had become Zhao Ziqiang's woman. Her inner vagina was filled with a feeling of fullness, and she could feel the slight throbbing of the penis. Although there was no stimulation like an orgasm, there was a feeling of fullness and satisfaction.

Zhao Ziqiang was Chen Yihui's man. His penis was deep inside her, hoping she would bring him pleasure and comfort.

The emptiness within Chen Yihui's body was completely filled by Zhao Ziqiang's penis; everything belonged to him, and Chen Yihui was willing to welcome his entry at any time.

Chen Yihui held Zhao Ziqiang tightly, enjoying his kisses, his embrace, his pressure, and the full, satisfying sensation in her lower body.

Zhao Ziqiang asked with a smile, "Was sex comfortable?"

Chen Yihui replied with a smile, "It was indeed very comfortable, but I don't understand the meaning of 'doing,' because 'doing' is a verb. I think 'sexual intercourse' would be more appropriate, it's just the interaction between two sexes!"

Zhao Ziqiang smiled without answering, but his penis suddenly withdrew. The feeling of fullness in Chen Yihui's vagina suddenly disappeared, leaving her feeling lost and bewildered. She hurriedly clenched her vaginal opening, unwilling to let it leave.

So Zhao Ziqiang slowly inserted his penis deep into Chen Yihui's vagina again. His thick, long shaft once more forced its way through the inner walls, filling every crevice. Chen Yihui couldn't help but sigh again.

As Zhao Ziqiang thrust in, his pubic bone pressed against the top of Chen Yihui's mons pubis, slightly tugging at her swollen clitoris, sending a tingling, numbing pleasure through Chen Yihui's lower body.

Zhao Ziqiang slowly inserted and then quickly withdrew, repeatedly thrusting his hard member in and out of Chen Yihui's vagina.

Chen Yihui finally understood what "making love" meant, because each of Zhao Ziqiang's thrusts not only stimulated her vagina and the depths of her vagina, but also impacted her entire mons pubis.

Chen Yihui's body swayed with each of Zhao Ziqiang's thrusts, her nipples rubbing against his chest with the up-and-down movement of her breasts, bringing her immense pleasure.

Chen Yihui, her eyes slightly closed, watched Zhao Ziqiang thrusting with ecstatic passion. He explored not only the most hidden parts of her body but also the deepest wellspring of pleasure within.

Chen Yihui was deeply grateful for Zhao Ziqiang's efforts and hoped he could experience the same pleasure deep within her.

At this moment, Chen Yihui's hands could no longer caress Zhao Ziqiang's penis to bring him pleasure; she could only tighten her legs and vaginal opening, hoping her vaginal walls could provide endless pleasure for Zhao Ziqiang's manhood.

Seeing Chen Yihui's inexperienced appearance, Zhao Ziqiang felt a surge of pity and quickly instructed, "Because this is your first time, your vagina is very tight. You don't need to tighten it deliberately, otherwise it will make my thrusting difficult. Your inner vagina is very moist and warm, which already makes me very comfortable. I hope to stay inside you tonight."

Chen Yihui nodded, seemingly understanding, and did as instructed. Zhao Ziqiang asked again if she was uncomfortable, as he might be about to reach orgasm, and wondered if she could withstand his intense thrusts.

Chen Yihui told Zhao Ziqiang to do as he pleased, as she felt very comfortable.

Zhao Ziqiang then held Chen Yihui tightly, his hips thrusting violently up and down against her vulva. Chen Yihui felt his penis rubbing against her inside her, the burning, full sensation even more intense than before.

Zhao Ziqiang thrust wildly more than fifty times, then said to Chen Yihui, "I'm going to cum!"

He then stopped thrusting and quickly inserted his entire hard penis into Chen Yihui's vagina.

Chen Yihui spread her legs and vulva as wide as possible, allowing the penis to penetrate as deep as possible into her core.

Zhao Ziqiang's pubic bone pressed tightly against Chen Yihui's vulva and clitoris; he seemed about to explode. Chen Yihui felt the swollen, thick member begin to convulse violently inside her.

Zhao Ziqiang's whole body trembled violently, and then he ejaculated, drop by drop, into Chen Yihui's body, sprinkling deep into her core.

Chen Yihui kissed Zhao Ziqiang deeply, savoring the pleasure of his penetration and thrusting, waiting for him to complete their first time making love, feeling the countless offspring he bestowed upon her. These countless offspring would remain deep within Chen Yihui's body for the next few days, searching for her eggs.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqiang's penis seemed to soften, and the feeling of fullness in Chen Yihui's vagina slowly subsided.

Zhao Ziqiang slowly withdrew his penis; its erection had disappeared, and a small amount of white fluid remained on the bald head. Chen Yihui thought this was semen, and she was very grateful to it. This thing had entered the depths of her body for the first time, bringing her endless pleasure and officially changing her identity from a girl into a complete woman. In the years to come, it would continue to thrust and impact deep within Chen Yihui's body, bringing her endless pleasure, and perhaps even giving her a child.

When Chen Yihui thought of breastfeeding her child, her right hand instinctively cupped her right breast. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ziqiang misunderstood, thinking she wanted him to kiss her breast. So he lay down on Chen Yihui's right side, cupped her right breast with both hands, and began to slowly suckle the nipple.

Pleasure spread from the nipple to her lower abdomen, causing Chen Yihui to twitch slightly. The feeling of pleasure was completely different from an orgasm, a different kind of exhilaration.

Chen Yihui hugged Zhao Ziqiang tightly, letting him be her little baby, and lifted her breasts for him to continue suckling.

Soon, this "little baby" fell asleep, but still reluctantly held Chen Yihui's nipple in his mouth.

Chen Yihui had no choice but to let him continue, and she hugged him as she slept.

In the middle of the night, Chen Yihui had many erotic dreams, and her lower body was wet. She gently pulled Zhao Ziqiang's nipple out of his mouth and lay down gently with her back to him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ziqiang was awakened by her and hugged her from behind. Chen Yihui felt something hard pressing against her buttocks.

Zhao Ziqiang whispered in Chen Yihui's ear that he wanted to do it again. Chen Yihui asked him if he still had the energy.

Without a word, Zhao Ziqiang pressed his penis against Chen Yihui's vaginal opening, thrusting forward and inserting the head of his penis into her vagina from behind.

Before Chen Yihui could even open her vulva to prepare, Zhao Ziqiang's penis had already pushed forward, penetrating deep into her flower chamber. The feeling of fullness made her cry out again.

Chen Yihui protested softly, but Zhao Ziqiang's mouth continued to kiss her earlobe, and his right hand also pressed against her breast, stroking it, giving Chen Yihui waves of pleasure.

Then Zhao Ziqiang released Chen Yihui's breast and moved his hand down to her vulva, pulling open the upper part of the petals to expose the clitoris, and rubbing it with his fingers.

Because Zhao Ziqiang was thrusting in and out of her vagina while rubbing her clitoris with his fingers, Chen Yihui's desire was aroused.

Before long, Chen Yihui reached orgasm.

This orgasm, combined with Zhao Ziqiang's thrusting, was completely different from the first one.

As Chen Yihui's vulva and lower abdomen began to twitch, Zhao Ziqiang's erect penis remained deeply inserted into her vagina.

Chen Yihui felt her lower body incredibly full and swollen, completely unlike the previous emptiness. After her orgasm, Zhao Ziqiang continued thrusting inside her, prolonging the waves of pleasure she experienced after her climax.

Finally, Zhao Ziqiang ejaculated again deep within her, his hands gripping Chen Yihui's breasts tightly, her vaginal opening pulled back and pressed against her perineum by his hard member. The head of his penis slanted deep inside, pressing against the top of her vagina. It twitched, and Chen Yihui squeezed her legs and vagina together, releasing and contracting in rhythm with his thrusts, allowing Zhao Ziqiang to release his millions of semen deep into her womb once more.

After ejaculating, Zhao Ziqiang left his penis inside Chen Yihui's vagina, then embraced her waist and fell asleep, utterly exhausted. Chen Yihui felt her body enveloping her, slowly softening as it soaked in her nectar. The feeling of fullness in her vulva disappeared, but her vaginal canal was still occupied by the softened member, its inner walls stretched open, unable to return to their tight shape. This made Chen Yihui feel as if her body was still being possessed by Zhao Ziqiang.

The sensation at the entrance of her vagina was very pronounced; although the feeling of fullness was gone, it was still stretched open.

After Zhao Ziqiang fell asleep, his penis softened quickly, its base contracting and slowly detaching from Chen Yihui's vaginal canal, leaving only the thicker head and a small portion of the base inside her vulva.

Chen Yihui couldn't bear to let it completely leave her, so she tightly contracted her vaginal canal entrance, refusing to let it go. She spent her first night in this half-asleep, half-awake state… Zhao Ziqiang slept soundly, his position holding Chen Yihui unchanged. He seemed to be having a dream, as Chen Yihui felt Zhao Ziqiang's penis intermittently harden and erect during her sleep, the head of which swelled and supported her.

Chen Yihui thought that when Zhao Ziqiang woke up, she would make him tell her who the person in her dream was. As dawn broke, Zhao Ziqiang softly asked her if she had slept well, but Chen Yihui pretended to be asleep and didn't answer.

Although her eyes were closed, Chen Yihui felt Zhao Ziqiang leaning forward, admiring her sleeping posture, his hand gently stroking her waist and thighs.

Chen Yihui's soft breathing caused her chest to rise and fall slightly, seemingly captivating Zhao Ziqiang.

Soon, Chen Yihui felt Zhao Ziqiang's penis begin to harden and erect, the head of which swelled and supported her.

Because the feeling of her vaginal opening being stretched open was very comfortable, Chen Yihui relaxed her vaginal opening, knowing that Zhao Ziqiang's large member would soon re-enter the depths of her flower garden.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqiang's hand gently caressed Chen Yihui's breasts, trying to wake her, but she continued to feign sleep. After

Zhao Ziqiang caressed her breasts for a while, she became very excited, and her lower body also secreted fluid.

He finally realized that Chen Yihui was pretending to be asleep, so he rubbed her nipples with his fingers, and Chen Yihui could no longer resist the impact of pleasure, and began to moan softly.

Zhao Ziqiang obediently whispered in Chen Yihui's ear, asking for intercourse. Chen Yihui opened her eyes, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Didn't you already put it in?"

Zhao Ziqiang smiled and leaned down from behind to kiss the corner of Chen Yihui's mouth. He lifted her right leg with his right hand, bending it and placing it on his waist. While still lying on her right side, Chen Yihui changed from lying on her right side to lying on her back. Her left leg was pushed to the left by Zhao Ziqiang's foot, and her right leg was bent and placed on his waist, causing her vulva to spread apart.

When Zhao Ziqiang asked Chen Yihui to change positions, she tightly contracted her vaginal opening, not wanting the head and tip of his penis to slip out of her vagina.

After changing positions, Chen Yihui lay on her back, and Zhao Ziqiang lay on his side. He could now more fully appreciate Chen Yihui's body and caress any part of her.

Chen Yihui longed to experience the full, throbbing pleasure of Zhao Ziqiang's large member penetrating deep into her vulva again, so she relaxed her vaginal opening, trying to open her vulva as wide as possible. However, it only hovered and writhed at the entrance of her vagina, making Chen Yihui feel extremely itchy and numb, but it couldn't penetrate her. This made Chen Yihui desperately want it to enter and fill her vagina.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqiang said in Chen Yihui's ear, "When you are excited, your vagina will twitch rhythmically. It feels like my penis is being sucked, which is very comfortable. I hope you can tighten your vagina and suck my penis again."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yihui tightened her vaginal opening violently, and Zhao Ziqiang enjoyed her sucking with ecstasy.

Zhao Ziqiang bent down and sucked on her nipples. Gradually, the excited pleasure flowed from her breasts to Chen Yihui's whole body. She felt her lower abdomen and vaginal opening begin to tighten and twitch slightly. She really longed for Zhao Ziqiang's penis to penetrate her deeply.

Chapter 006, 07-11 : Makeup Test

. Zhao Ziqiang's hands wantonly caressed Chen Yihui's armpits, breasts, buttocks, navel, and mons pubis, causing her body to sway excitedly.

Zhao Ziqiang's fingers then moved to the flower bud containing his penis, the mons pubis soaked with flowing nectar. He caressed Chen Yihui's plump petals, rubbing them back and forth with his fingers, playing with the two labia and the nearby pubic hair, then pulled apart the two narrow petals forced apart by his penis, wantonly caressing the entrance to her vagina where his penis was inserted, feeling the rhythmic, slight twitching of Chen Yihui's vaginal opening when she was excited.

At the same time, Zhao Ziqiang's mouth left Chen Yihui's bud and instead kissed her cherry lips, which Chen Yihui couldn't help but suck in response to him frantically.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands moved upwards, teasing Chen Yihui's already swollen clitoris, while gently rubbing the point where the two labia met with his fingers.

Chen Yihui gasped as if electrocuted. Zhao Ziqiang immediately used his thumb to gently push upwards at the point where the two large petals met, exposing the clitoris, and then gently rubbed it with his middle finger.

Chen Yihui's whole body tensed up, and the pleasure spread rapidly from her mons pubis to her vagina with the rubbing of her clitoris, flowing throughout her body and rushing to her central nervous system. Chen Yihui couldn't help but let out a "ah ah" sound.

Chen Yihui knew that her orgasm was coming again, and her lower abdomen and vagina involuntarily convulsed violently.

Although the convulsions at the entrance of her vagina could hold Zhao Ziqiang's penis head, giving her a full and swollen feeling, the orgasmic convulsions deep inside her vagina had nothing to rely on, and the orgasm suddenly became an empty tremor.

Just as Chen Yihui was enjoying the exhilaration of her orgasm, yet feeling a slight sense of incompleteness, Zhao Ziqiang's massive member strode forward, its thick, erect tip quickly forcing open the inner walls of her vagina, rapidly pushing into her convulsing passage and filling every gap. A wave of

pleasurable sensation spread from Chen Yihui's vulva throughout her body, filling her vagina and the depths of her inner vagina. The solid member seemed to reach straight to her heart, penetrating the very depths of her soul. Her orgasm reached its peak as Zhao Ziqiang's member penetrated deep into her vagina, the inner walls of her vagina tightly gripping the thick, erect member with rhythmic, intense contractions; the convulsions of orgasm deep within her vagina spread to her uterus and lower abdomen.

Chen Yihui let out long, joyful breaths, which, with each contraction, transformed into soul-stirring moans of "Ahhhhh!"

Zhao Ziqiang held Chen Yihui tightly, soothing her tense, convulsing body, as if his massive member were soothing her convulsing vagina.

This time, Chen Yihui's orgasm lasted a long time, and the pleasure lingered for a long time.

When she calmed down, Zhao Ziqiang's penis began to thrust in and out of her vagina.

Perhaps because Zhao Ziqiang was lying on his side while Chen Yihui was lying on her back, when his penis pulled out, it pulled the entrance of her vagina to the right, giving Chen Yihui a feeling of being pried open. When it entered, it pressed against the inner wall of her vagina, making Chen Yihui feel very comfortable.

Because Chen Yihui's vagina was very wet, Zhao Ziqiang moved very freely, and each thrust stirred her entire mons pubis.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands also freely caressed various parts of Chen Yihui's mons pubis, sometimes stirring the petals, sometimes stroking the sensitive clitoris, and sometimes caressing the swollen entrance of her vagina.

Before long, Zhao Ziqiang said that he was about to climax, and Chen Yihui smiled and kissed him back. Zhao Ziqiang then quickly thrust a dozen more times, and Chen Yihui felt his penis suddenly swell up, and her whole body began to convulse.

Zhao Ziqiang thrust his penis deep into Chen Yihui's core. She felt the tip of his penis pressing violently against the inner wall of her vagina, rhythmically twitching. His swollen, hard penis throbbed violently, each twitch pushing it forcefully forward into her flower garden, as if sending his offspring into Chen Yihui's deepest depths.

Afterwards, while cleaning in the bathroom, Chen Yihui saw for the first time the white, porridge-like liquid that Zhao Ziqiang had repeatedly given her—his so-called "offspring"—gushing from her vaginal opening, moistening her entire vulva. Chen Yihui was reluctant to wash it away. Chen Yihui

truly hoped to see Zhao Ziqiang ejaculate again, but it seemed impossible today.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she fell into Zhao Ziqiang's gentle embrace again. He asked, "Baby, did I hurt you?"

"You have the nerve to say that? It was my first time, and you took it so many times!"

Chen Yihui said irritably.

"Well, how should I put it? It's probably because I've always wanted you but couldn't have you, so it all came out last night!"

Zhao Ziqiang laughed.

"You make that sound so self-righteous. Actually, I knew you wanted me a long time ago,"

Chen Yihui said.

"Really?"

Zhao Ziqiang asked.

"You think I can't see through your little scheme? I originally planned to give it to you on our wedding night, but I didn't expect you to be the kind of person who can't get any interest without lust,"

Chen Yihui said.

"So, you gave me your first time, do you regret it?"

Zhao Ziqiang asked seriously.

"No, because I love you!"

Chen Yihui said firmly.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down,"

Zhao Ziqiang promised.

"Then will you marry me?"

Chen Yihui asked, looking at Zhao Ziqiang.

"Yes! You'll definitely be my wife in the future,"

Zhao Ziqiang said immediately.

"What do you call me?"

Chen Yihui laughed.

"Wife! Don't you like me calling you that?"

Zhao Ziqiang asked.

"Ugh! It sounds awful!"

Chen Yihui complained.

"Then forget it. Since you don't want to marry me, it's impossible for me to take responsibility,"

Zhao Ziqiang said deliberately.

"You! You believe everything I say. What I mean is, although it sounds awful, I like it when you call me that, but you can only say that to me, and you're not allowed to call any other woman that,"

Chen Yihui said coquettishly.

"How could that be, wife?"

Zhao Ziqiang obediently replied.

"Good to know,"

Chen Yihui said happily.

"Then will you call me something nice too?"

Zhao Ziqiang asked with a smile.

"Oh! You want me to call you that... husband,"

Chen Yihui replied.

"Yes, that's more like it, wife."

The two suddenly laughed at the same time. It was getting late, and Chen Yihui, like a newlywed bride, served Zhao Ziqiang as he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and got dressed.

Only now did Zhao Ziqiang truly enjoy being a man and a husband. He felt like the head of the household.

They ordered breakfast from the hotel. After breakfast, Zhao Ziqiang told Chen Yihui to stay in the hotel and rest well that day, and not to go to school—nowhere at all. He assured her he would come to be with her after school.

Chen Yihui had lost her virginity to him. She had heard that many men changed after having a woman's body, but hearing Zhao Ziqiang's words, she clearly felt his thoughtfulness and care, and naturally nodded in agreement.

After seeing Zhao Ziqiang off to school, Chen Yihui returned to her room, her mind filled with happiness and joy. She thought, "It seems the girls in the dormitory were right. Some men only focus on sex; satisfying them is equivalent to keeping them half-captured."

----------Separation Line----------

Since their first time making love, the two had rented an apartment off-campus. During the week, they still lived on campus as required by the school, but on their days off… they ate out, then went out for a stroll like yesterday, returning home very late.

After having dinner at a Chinese restaurant not far from the apartment, Zhao Ziqiang suggested a walk in Yanzhong Park. She didn't care where they went; as long as she was with him, that was enough.

So Chen Yihui followed Zhao Ziqiang to Yanzhong Park like a little bird nestled against him. The walk wasn't short; it took them over an hour.

Once inside the park, they deliberately found a corner at the far end and sat down on a bench.

Chen Yihui immediately leaned close to Zhao Ziqiang, seeking the comfort of his chest. A faint fragrance of her hair wafted closer as she leaned in. Tonight, Chen Yihui was dressed breathtakingly.

To make her date with Zhao Ziqiang easier, Chen Yihui wore only the coolest clothes she could (autumn wasn't cold; even winter was only the temperature of a chilly city autumn), revealing her smooth, pink back, with only a thin strap at the back of her neck providing minimal coverage of her chest. It seemed Chen Yihui had gone back to her dorm, or perhaps home; otherwise, where would she have gotten this outfit? But considering she'd dressed so meticulously for him, Zhao Ziqiang didn't say anything.

He gently placed his hand on Chen Yihui's shoulder, lightly touching her hair, his eyes drifting downwards. Beneath her bra, he saw her breathtakingly small breasts and rosy nipples.

His gaze continued downwards; her 24-inch waist was cinched by the belt of the pink suit, and the skirt, 15 centimeters above the knee, revealed her shapely legs encased in shimmering stockings. At the end of his gaze, Chen Yihui's delicate feet ended in trendy blue high-heeled sandals. Tonight, she was so incredibly alluring, and Zhao Ziqiang couldn't help but feel a surge of desire!

Their eyes met, as if they were the only two people left in the entire park. Zhao Ziqiang reached out and pulled his beautiful woman tightly into his arms. Her warm, fragrant body soothed his tense nerves from the past few days.

"This warm body is real!"

Zhao Ziqiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

There weren't many people in Yanzhong Park tonight, and in their corner, it was even harder to spot anyone. So they closed their eyes and began to enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Zhao Ziqiang looked down at Chen Yihui in his arms. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her luscious red lips, even without any lipstick, were still glistening and moist. He couldn't resist the urge to taste them, so he tightened his grip and brought his head close to Chen Yihui's red lips.

The moment their lips touched, it was as if the world went silent, with only the sound of their heartbeats echoing in their ears. It was as if an electric current passed through their bodies, reaching the depths of their souls, and every cell was filled with joy.

If he could, Zhao Ziqiang wished this moment could last forever. He then used his tongue to pry open Chen Yihui's shy red lips, trying desperately to capture her tongue.

Unfortunately, this beauty's kissing skills were truly terrible, and it was only with great difficulty that Zhao Ziqiang managed to touch her tongue.

Chen Yihui trembled all over, her entire body limply clinging to Zhao Ziqiang. Zhao Ziqiang's hands, which were wrapped around her slender waist, began to roam restlessly towards her breasts. When his hands finally reached her soft and high breasts, Chen Yihui let out a soft moan.

A faint pink blush rose on Chen Yihui's face, a beautiful color that no rouge could match, the blush on a lover's cheek, as beautiful as peach blossoms in spring.

The soft touch from his hands made Zhao Ziqiang slightly increase the pressure, wanting to caress Chen Yihui's entire body. Zhao Ziqiang's hands also began to wander, eliciting weak, breathless gasps from the beauty in his arms. Perhaps trying to break free from Zhao Ziqiang's embrace, she squirmed restlessly. But Zhao Ziqiang wouldn't let her have her way. He tightened his grip on her, one hand already inside her clothes.

The instant skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down Zhao Ziqiang's spine, his smooth, silky skin trembling slightly.

"We...we'll be seen!"

Chen Yihui whispered weakly in Zhao Ziqiang's ear, unaware that her warm breath only aroused him further.

Zhao Ziqiang squeezed Chen Yihui's slender waist tightly, shoving her roughly against the back of the bench, then quickly flipped her over, pinning her against the bench.

"Husband!"

Chen Yihui, seemingly frightened, pressed her hands against Zhao Ziqiang's chest, her breath quickening.

Zhao Ziqiang remained silent, his surging lust rendering him utterly speechless. As if bewitched, he gently rested his head against her forehead. His breath fell on Chen Yihui's face, and he felt her cheeks rapidly flush.

Chen Yihui slightly raised her head, her body arching involuntarily. Her red lips brushed against Zhao Ziqiang's, a faint feminine fragrance emanating from her.

Gazing at the luscious lips so close to his, Zhao Ziqiang kissed them without hesitation, feeling the soft warmth of her lips making him breathless. Then, he slipped his hand under her clothes, feeling her trembling all over. A jolt of electric stimulation coursed through her skin, causing Zhao Ziqiang to press his erect penis forcefully against her lower abdomen.

This action immediately elicited a soft moan from Chen Yihui. Whether she was struggling or deliberately teasing him, she began to sway her hips slightly, rubbing against Zhao Ziqiang's lower body as she moved.

Zhao Ziqiang felt as if he were about to burst. His hands had already grasped Chen Yihui's breasts. He struggled to slip past the barrier between her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingers, which only caused her to writhe even more violently.

Zhao Ziqiang released Chen Yihui's lips, which he had already kissed swollen, and gently bit her small earlobe. Although this area was small, it was one of the most sensitive spots on a woman's body.

From Chen Yihui's eyes, which were gradually filled with desire, Zhao Ziqiang knew he could be bolder. So he pulled open her clothes, and her disheveled appearance made her even more sexy. Zhao Ziqiang swallowed and continued to kiss her gently. Her slightly protruding collarbone was incredibly alluring. Zhao Ziqiang stuck out his tongue and gently licked the indentation of her collarbone. Her skin seemed to be coated with honey; it was actually sweet.

Zhao Ziqiang felt the person in his arms tremble even more violently. Her constantly rising and falling abdomen rubbed tightly against Zhao Ziqiang's body. The soft panting sounds coming from her throat made Zhao Ziqiang's hands roam more unrestrainedly over her delicate body. One of Zhao Ziqiang's hands had already moved to her pert buttocks. The full and elastic flesh bounced in Zhao Ziqiang's palm. He bent down slightly, pressing his chest tightly against Chen Yihui's already exposed breasts.

The sight of two soft mounds made Zhao Ziqiang dizzy and mesmerized. He felt Chen Yihui's grip on his back tighten even more. Zhao Ziqiang's erect penis was rubbing against Chen Yihui's private parts, and he felt all the blood in his body rush to one spot.

Zhao Ziqiang grabbed Chen Yihui's small hand and guided her there. She trembled slightly, but obediently complied with his wishes. Although she only covered him there without moving, it was enough to make Zhao Ziqiang's blood boil. He asked, "Shall we go to that grassy area over there?"

Chen Yihui looked in the direction Zhao Ziqiang pointed. Under the big tree by the corner of the wall, the so-called grassy area was more secluded than this place.

Chen Yihui knew what going there meant, but she still nodded slightly and said "Mmm." Then Zhao Ziqiang practically carried her there.

After reaching the grassy area, Zhao Ziqiang first took off his coat and spread it on the ground, then gestured for Chen Yihui to take off her clothes. To please him, Chen Yihui, though somewhat reluctant, took off her outer garment.

Underneath, she wore a silk bra embroidered with lace and very narrow panties, some pubic hair peeking out. Not only were her breasts large and her thighs smooth, but her pubic hair was also very thick, making her incredibly sexy.

Zhao Ziqiang's restless hands slid from Chen Yihui's shoulder to her armpits, his right palm pressing against her well-developed mound. He then began to gently rub the base of her mound with his thumb and forefinger. Chen Yihui didn't protest, only breathing softly in Zhao Ziqiang's arms. This gentle action clearly stimulated her greatly; Zhao Ziqiang's index finger felt Chen Yihui's nipples harden, clearly felt even through the bra.

Therefore, Zhao Ziqiang's entire palm covered Chen Yihui's mound, kneading her hardened nipples.

Chen Yihui's head no longer rested against Zhao Ziqiang's chest. She lifted her head and kissed her way down from behind his ear, her lips seeking his. Zhao Ziqiang naturally cooperated, turning his head, and their lips met again. His hands stopped moving, focusing on kissing her. Chen Yihui also tried to tap his front teeth with her tongue.

"Is she trying to come in?"

Zhao Ziqiang's tongue reached out to welcome Chen Yihui's visit. He swallowed her saliva, and she made "mmm" sounds, as if trying to reclaim what she had swallowed. They kissed passionately and deeply until Zhao Ziqiang felt it was time to go further, at which point they stopped.

Chen Yihui reluctantly withdrew her tongue, watching as Zhao Ziqiang placed her legs on his thighs. She was now at a 45-degree angle to him, her arms around his neck, and she continued to press her lips closer, wanting more of his tenderness.

Without hesitation, Zhao Ziqiang leaned in and the two began kissing passionately again.

At the same time, Zhao Ziqiang's hand reached behind her neck, searching for the thin strap of her backless dress.

Chen Yihui grasped Zhao Ziqiang's hand and placed it on her large, soft breasts. Zhao Ziqiang's hand slipped inside her bra, grasping her nipples. Then, Zhao Ziqiang untied the thin strap behind her neck, pulled down the front of the backless dress, and searched for the bra straps again. Zhao Ziqiang was determined to free her breasts and reveal their naturally alluring curves.

He gently untied Chen Yihui's clothes, and her breasts sprang out. The nipples were still pink, but appeared larger tonight, the areolas swollen, pinkish-white, and rounded, standing erect before Zhao Ziqiang.

Zhao Ziqiang lightly kissed his way down Chen Yihui's neck to her cleavage, and she let out a soft moan, encouraging him to advance towards her nipples. Zhao Ziqiang's hands encircled her waist, while his mouth played with Chen Yihui's pink nipples, sometimes gently biting, sometimes circling the tips with his tongue.

Chen Yihui weakly rested her head on Zhao Ziqiang's left shoulder, softly moaning and panting in his ear, as if approving of his actions. Zhao Ziqiang applied a little more pressure, and Chen Yihui let out a captivating moan.

Zhao Ziqiang kissed Chen Yihui's nipples comfortably, one hand gently caressing her private parts. A sweet pleasure gradually spread throughout Chen Yihui's body, and she began to moan. Zhao Ziqiang could feel that her private parts were wet, so he used his magical fingers to gently scratch her vulva, scraping up and down along the center of the petals.

The intoxicating pleasure made Chen Yihui pant and moan incessantly, her legs kicking uncontrollably.

Zhao Ziqiang then played with the cherries on her mounds with his mouth, while his other hand restlessly explored her honeyed passage.

Zhao Ziqiang used his left hand to explore the mysterious triangle area between Chen Yihui's legs, slipping it under her skirt and tracing its way up her thigh. Then, his lustful hand suddenly slipped inside her panties, rubbing against her vulva, his fingers, coated with her nectar, pressing against her clitoris and rubbing vigorously.

Under Zhao Ziqiang's teasing, Chen Yihui felt a surge of heat in her lower body, her cheeks flushed red, partly from shyness and nervousness, and partly from sexual arousal, making her appear even more alluring and charming.

Touching Chen Yihui's incredibly smooth skin, Zhao Ziqiang couldn't suppress his desire; his dark, massive penis was about to burst from his pants.

Looking beyond the top of her stockings, Zhao Ziqiang noticed that Chen Yihui's lower body was already slightly wet. He then tilted his head back, tracing the curve of her pale neck with light kisses, searching for her lips, his tongue wanting to roam freely within her mouth once more.

Chen Yihui gently accepted Zhao Ziqiang's advances, and their lips met again.

Zhao Ziqiang's left hand was already ready, ravaging Chen Yihui's honeyed cave. He gently rubbed her clitoris, and Chen Yihui moaned as she felt his middle and index fingers slowly penetrate her honeyed cave.

After several explorations, Zhao Ziqiang knew where Chen Yihui's G-spot was, and his fingers moved towards it. Zhao Ziqiang felt her trembling, a tremor that arose with his caresses on her G-spot, and Chen Yihui murmured "Mmm..." in her throat

.

As Chen Yihui moaned again, not only was her lower body stimulated, but her upper body was as well. Their tongues fought passionately in her mouth, back and forth, their tongues intertwining, sometimes Zhao Ziqiang licking her teeth, and she playing with the base of Zhao Ziqiang's tongue.

Zhao Ziqiang sensed Chen Yihui's reaction. Her hand traced down his chest, searching for his belt, then moved towards his lower abdomen. She gently grasped his penis, caressing it through his pants. Her caresses made Zhao Ziqiang's penis throb painfully; the pants alone were no longer enough to satisfy him. Therefore, Zhao Ziqiang pulled his hand away from her skirt and moved her legs off his thighs.

Chen Yihui cleverly stood up and squatted in front of Zhao Ziqiang, unzipping his zipper to reveal his penis. As soon as the zipper was down, Zhao Ziqiang's penis eagerly emerged.

Chen Yihui's hand received this greedy spot, then she lowered her head and lightly licked the tip of his penis—one of Zhao Ziqiang's most sensitive areas.

Soon, Chen Yihui's mouth was filled with this long, monstrous thing. Her technique was extremely provocative; she gently bit the outside of his penis with her teeth, moving her head up and down, sometimes pulling it left and right. The tip of Zhao Ziqiang's penis occasionally touched the depths of her throat, and his reaction became increasingly intense, his penis swelling larger and larger.

Zhao Ziqiang's hand wanted to reach for Chen Yihui's breasts, to open it and caress her mounds, but at that moment, he felt his lower abdomen vibrate for the first time.

He quickly stopped her movements, and Chen Yihui looked up at him, puzzled.

Zhao Ziqiang read her displeasure in her eyes, so he used both hands to lift her up, Chen Yihui's hands still tightly gripping his penis.

He whispered anxiously in Chen Yihui's ear, "Wife, if you keep playing around like this, your husband is about to ejaculate."

"That's exactly what I want you to do! It's been so restless, I'm going to take care of it so you won't misbehave!"

Chen Yihui finished speaking with a sweet laugh, lightly kissed Zhao Ziqiang's cheek, then squatted back down in front of his penis. Her hands loosened slightly, but she began to play with his penis with her tongue. This time, however, Chen Yihui wasn't as eager as before. She first licked along the edge of Zhao Ziqiang's penis, gradually moving down until she took the entire penis into her mouth, one hand occasionally stroking it up and down, sometimes even taking the scrotum into her mouth.

Zhao Ziqiang was deeply moved and wanted to bring Chen Yihui to a climax as well, so he reached under her armpits to lift her up. Chen Yihui stopped what she was doing in her mouth, straightened her body, and stood up. Zhao Ziqiang's hand slid up her thigh, lifting her skirt. Chen Yihui straddled his lap, her legs spread wide.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward, her mouth searching for his.

Zhao Ziqiang turned, his lips meeting hers, letting her arms embrace him tightly. Soon, their tongues were intertwined.

They had been there for a long time. Zhao Ziqiang looked at Chen Yihui, who remained gazing at him with rapt attention.

He anticipated she wouldn't ask to leave now, and he himself didn't want to leave either. So he held her tightly, trying to satisfy her with his hands. In the darkness, only their breathing filled the air.

With Zhao Ziqiang's hands exploring her body, especially his teasing fingers, Chen Yihui quickly reached orgasm.

After a while, recovering from the afterglow of her climax, Chen Yihui's lips finally parted from Zhao Ziqiang's.

Chen Yihui then repeated her earlier actions. She squatted down, pulled Zhao Ziqiang's penis out, and gently took it into her mouth. Her tongue lightly licked the tip, and she gradually took the entire shaft into her mouth.

Zhao Ziqiang's penis continued to swell, filling Chen Yihui's small mouth, while she still used clumsy techniques.

Soon, Zhao Ziqiang was about to ejaculate and quickly patted her head to signal her. However, Chen

Yihui seemed oblivious, still holding it tightly and increasing the speed of her up-and-down movements.

Zhao Ziqiang only felt his penis getting hotter and hotter, while Chen Yihui continued to suck on it like a baby's mouth.

Zhao Ziqiang had been accumulating a bellyful of lust that had not been released, and now he could no longer hold back. He suddenly felt a numbness in his perineum, knowing that he was about to explode. He quickly pushed his penis deep into Chen Yihui's mouth and then tried to pull the head out of her mouth.

Helpless, Chen Yihui gripped it tightly with her small hands, refusing to let go. Zhao Ziqiang could only let his penis tremble wildly, and streams of semen shot out from the tip, all of it flowing into her cherry-like mouth.

As the semen poured into Chen Yihui's mouth, she actually tilted her head back, and with a contraction of her throat, she swallowed it all.

Moved, Zhao Ziqiang helped her up, cupped her face in his hands, and said with tenderness, "You've had a hard time, wife!"

Chen Yihui shook her head, suddenly pushed him away, covered her mouth with her hand, and looked at him with a strange expression.

Zhao Ziqiang thought something was wrong and immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong? Do you feel like throwing up?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Yihui let go and laughed, leaving Zhao Ziqiang stunned and unsure what to do.

"I think my mouth is pregnant!"

Chen Yihui laughed, and upon learning the answer, Zhao Ziqiang couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Zhao Ziqiang glanced at his pager and realized it was getting late. The two quickly dressed, tidied themselves, and left the lawn, heading out of the park.

Once outside the park gates, Chen Yihui refused Zhao Ziqiang's suggestion to take a taxi, insisting on walking back, believing it was more romantic that way.

By the time they returned to their apartment, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

----------Separation Line----------

"Honey, I missed you."

Zhao Ziqiang turned around, but before he could speak, Chen Yihui had already tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head to give him a sweet kiss. No matter how "calculating" he was, he couldn't figure out what Chen Yihui was up to.

This was quite normal; women are the most mysterious creatures in the world, and their actions are difficult to predict using common sense.

"Ziqiang, let me serve you today!" Chen Yihui lay on top of the man, gently licking his cheeks and neck, unbuttoning his shirt as she spoke. "Close your eyes, you'll feel embarrassed looking at me."

Zhao Ziqiang obediently lay down, relaxing all his muscles. He had been too excited earlier and needed his brain to rest. He had thought Chen Yihui would ask him to pursue her mother, but it seemed he had read too many novels.

Chen Yihui rubbed her beautiful cheeks tenderly against Zhao Ziqiang's thick chest muscles for a long time before carefully kissing his abs, not missing a single one. Her small hands slowly unbuckled the man's belt, pulled down Zhao Ziqiang's pants, and gently grasped his penis, stroking it up and down with tenderness.

Zhao Ziqiang suddenly felt a faint sadness and desolation in the room, but he didn't know where this feeling came from.

"Hiss... Ah..." A soft, wet sensation came from his penis; it was Chen Yihui swirling her small, fragrant tongue around his glans.

Technically speaking, this wasn't actual oral sex; Chen Yihui didn't take his penis into her mouth, but gently licked it all over, then pressed it against her cheek, rubbing it against her as if she were reluctant to let it go! Zhao Ziqiang had already ejaculated several times, but showed no sign of stopping. Every time he made love with Chen Yihui, he would make her beg for mercy. Of course, this had a specific purpose, the same one he would use for all the beautiful daughters of mothers, and similarly for the beautiful mothers of daughters.

Usually, when a man ejaculated a second time, Chen Yihui would beg for mercy, but today was different. She hadn't surrendered yet. Although it was clear that Chen Yihui was nearing exhaustion, her interest showed no signs of diminishing.

Chen Yihui lay face down on the bed, clutching a pillow, her round, pert buttocks sticking up high and swaying slightly. Her tender, red vulva was a little swollen, and a small amount of milky white semen slowly flowed out.

Zhao Ziqiang knelt behind Chen Yihui, licking her sweaty back, his hands reaching under her to knead her snow-white breasts.

"Yihui, your body is getting fuller and fuller, you've completely grown into a young woman."

"Mmm... Ziqiang... huff... huff... Ziqiang... again... huff... I want more... I want more... ahhh..." Her hard nipples were pinched, and her sensitive areolas were scratched by his nails. Chen Yihui's body heated up again, and she couldn't help but beg the man to love her again while panting. But more importantly, tonight was the last time she and her lover would make love, and she wanted to imprint this feeling of pleasure firmly in her heart.

With a soft "plop," Zhao Ziqiang's newly erect penis slid into the crevice of her flesh. The incredibly elastic, alluring flesh immediately embraced this familiar guest with the most fervent welcome.

Ample vaginal lubrication made the penis's entry and exit incredibly smooth, while the young vaginal walls maintained a firm grip. Enveloped in this tight opening, the only escape for the man was relentless thrusting.

"Ah...ah...Ziqiang...good...Ziqiang...ah...it's coming again...so good..." After multiple orgasms, Chen Yihui's uterus was already numb, but the man's strength was even greater. His large, round glans relentlessly pounded against her. Chen Yihui, unable to withstand the torment, finally offered up the sweet nectar hidden within her.

Chen Yihui had no strength left, unable to meet the man's thrusts from behind. Her limp body swayed back and forth with her lover's thrusts, only weak "ah ah" sounds escaping from her lips.

Zhao Ziqiang stopped thrusting, leaned down, and with a flick of his wrist, took Chen Yihui's tongue into his mouth.

"Yihui, you're too tired. Let's stop, okay?"

"No, no..." Chen Yihui struggled, pushing her hips back a few times. "I want more... ah... I want more, Ziqiang, don't... don't worry about me. I want you to keep loving me until... until I pass out... until I pass out... ah... Ziqiang..."

"Yihui, what's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing... nothing... I... I just want you to love me! Don't stop... don't stop, ahhh... Ziqiang..."

Although Zhao Ziqiang felt something was off, his penis felt incredibly good being gripped by Chen Yihui's tight vagina, the inner walls still undulating, and with her so passionately pleading with him, he had no time to think about it.

He straightened up and continued thrusting.

Zhao Ziqiang gripped Chen Yihui's soft buttocks tightly with both hands, forcefully spreading them apart. Her adorable, wrinkled anus opened and closed rhythmically with the thrusting of her vagina, like a small mouth.

The man was mesmerized. As her anus opened, he gently inserted a finger.

"Ah!" With her rear end being touched, Chen Yihui's body reflexively jerked forward, but her loyal sphincter muscles, wanting revenge for their mistress, bit down on the intruder, unexpectedly granting the intruder's wish.

"Yihui, your anus is so tight, so hot inside, and it's contracting!" Zhao Ziqiang said casually, without any other meaning; he knew Chen Yihui would never agree to anal sex.

"Ziqiang… ah… you want… if you want it, then come… um… I… I… I'll give you anything… I'll agree to anything… ah…" Chen Yihui said weakly, offering everything to her beloved man on this last night.

"What?" Zhao Ziqiang could hardly believe his ears. "Yihui, you...you're not joking? You're willing...willing to give me your anus?"

"Mmm...everything I have tonight is yours..."

"Good! My little baby." The man was ecstatic, jumping off the bed to find lubricant, completely oblivious to the oddity in Chen Yihui's words.

Zhao Ziqiang parted Chen Yihui's buttocks, quickly licking and kissing her cleft and anus.

"Yihui..."

"Ah...Ziqiang...you...you be gentle..."

Although Chen Yihui had made up her mind, the thought of her lover's thick penis being inserted into her barely perceptible anus still made her incredibly nervous.

"Don't be afraid, good Yihui, it'll just feel a little swollen, it won't hurt much." The man rubbed a large amount of lubricant on his fingers and gently inserted them into the girl's anus, one, two.

"Ah...ah..." Chen Yihui could feel her anus being stretched open, the folds gradually smoothing out, and the cool sensation of lubricant against her intestinal walls. She knew Zhao Ziqiang was preparing her.

"This is the last time I'll feel his tenderness." A pang of sadness shot through her, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Ziqiang had been observing Chen Yihui's expression. Suddenly seeing her cry, he quickly withdrew his fingers, pulled Chen Yihui's upper body up, hugged her from behind, crossed his hands, and squeezed Chen Yihui's breasts, kissing her ear.

"Yihui, did I hurt you?"

"Ah...no...no...it's just...it just feels a little strange...Ziqiang, come quickly!"

Chen Yihui turned her head and put her tongue into her lover's mouth.

The man smeared lubricant all over his penis, which was covered in Chen Yihui's bodily fluids and his own semen. He took a deep breath and stretched her buttocks as wide as possible. His hard penis pressed against Chen Yihui's round anus. With a thrust of his waist, his entire penis was slowly swallowed by the girl's intestines.

"Ah...ah..." A fine layer of sweat appeared on Chen Yihui's buttocks, and her buttocks were trembling slightly. Although it was true, as her lover had said, that it wasn't very painful, the feeling of being filled to the extreme was still very uncomfortable. She unconsciously tightened her anus, trying to squeeze out the invading foreign object.

This made Zhao Ziqiang extremely happy. He felt that the already extremely delicate intestinal walls were now undergoing irregular peristalsis, and the sphincter muscles at the anus were tightening with incredible strength, forcing him to thrust rapidly.

With the help of lubricant, Chen Yihui's pain was minimized, and she quickly adapted, even gradually experiencing the pleasure of anal sex. But most importantly, she felt a profound sense of satisfaction, as if her entire being was possessed by her lover.

"Ah... Ziqiang... I... I... can't take it anymore... ah..."

Zhao Ziqiang could no longer hold back; her anus was too tight, and a large amount of semen burst forth, rushing into her rectum.

After ejaculating, the man "dismounted," lay down beside Chen Yihui, and embraced her, kissing her.

"Yihui, you're amazing, you've given me so much pleasure."

Although this anal sex was rather brief, Zhao Ziqiang was already very satisfied. Now that he had this first time, he wasn't worried about running out of things to do later.

Chen Yihui slowly moved her body downwards, licking Zhao Ziqiang's wet penis.

"Ziqiang, let me clean you up..." Zhao Ziqiang closed his eyes comfortably, but after a while, there was no more movement in his lower body. Opening his eyes, he saw that the girl between his legs was asleep, a happy, innocent smile on her face, but her mouth still held his penis; she was clearly exhausted.

Zhao Ziqiang carefully pulled Chen Yihui into his arms, kissed her forehead, and pulled the thin blanket over their sweaty bodies.

Unconsciously, Chen Yihui reached out her small hand and held onto the man's shoulder, and the two of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms...

Recalling those exciting moments, how did they break up three years ago? He had been so devoted to her, even dressing up as a woman to accompany her shopping and going out of style with her. After two years together, they finally graduated. Zhao Ziqiang never imagined that after graduation, because Chen Yihui was the heiress of the Chen Group, the strong family values she had been raised with made her gradually feel that Zhao Ziqiang, who only pursued love, was only devoted to her, and even willing to dress up as a girl for her, was weak, lacked masculinity, and had no ambition or drive. So, a year after graduation, she broke up with him. Zhao Ziqiang was devastated and almost collapsed, so he often went to bars on Hengshan Street to drown his sorrows. It was there that he met his two best friends, Yuan Jia and Zhang Quan. The three of them... The "Three Young Masters of Hengshan Street" spent six months indulging in womanizing and drinking, living a life of debauchery. After six months, having let go of Chen Yihui, Zhao Ziqiang began to recall her parting words and started working hard. He gradually showcased his talent at the company, leading his team to win the Golden Sparrow Advertising Award for three consecutive years with his unparalleled creativity and wisdom. During these three years, he also met Zhenzhen, another woman who stirred his heart, but who also left him because of Chen Yihui's words. He was too absorbed in his work and neglected to care for women, and now she had broken up with him.

Looking at his ex-girlfriend of three years, Zhao Ziqiang was filled with emotion, recalling the past. He knew that playing the good cop/bad cop game wouldn't work with this girl; he could only follow his feelings. As

darkness fell, they realized it was time to part ways. Neither suggested having dinner together; clearly, the other had only just entered their lives, not yet filled them completely. When the car stopped at the intersection in front of Zhao Ziqiang's house, Chen Yihui hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. Zhao Ziqiang was even more reluctant to leave the cramped car space; this girl had brought him so much joy, and he couldn't forget her even if he wanted to. Chen Yihui held his hand, a little nervous and uneasy, because Zhao Ziqiang hadn't invited her to "come up and sit down," so she could only wait.

Seeing Zhao Ziqiang push open the door and get out of the car, Chen Yihui couldn't help but remind him, "Ziqiang, don't forget your promise!"

Zhao Ziqiang thought of that foolish plan to dress up as a girl in a skirt and immediately turned to look at her coldly. "Yihui, don't forget either, you once said you would marry me!"

Chen Yihui's face flushed red. "I..."

The two looked at each other, seemingly only then realizing that there were many unknowns behind the passion. Was it because of the three years of separation, or because of the Chen family's absurd plan? Both of them wore worried expressions, thinking about the same question: Are promises useful?

Since buying the house, Zhao Ziqiang rarely went back to his parents' house, mainly because he was busy with work, and of course, because he had a girlfriend. As Zhao Ziqiang stepped into his home, he asked himself: Is Zhenzhen still my girlfriend? Looking at the intimate photos of him and Zhenzhen, he sighed, put the framed picture in the drawer, and decided to slowly erase the memories. A relationship of over a year had crumbled so easily; it seemed nothing was truly reliable.

Yet, this house had witnessed their joyful journey, filled with Zhenzhen's presence: the little flower basket she hung by the window, the trinkets on the bookshelf, even the newly changed curtains… He hadn't spoken to her on the phone for days, and he wondered what she was doing. Perhaps this really was a breakup.

Another day dawned, and Zhao Ziqiang woke to the morning sunlight. Although he was no longer working, his alarm clock remained on; he wanted to maintain a sense of self-control. He had no formal job, but he had plenty to do. He wanted to edit a book on advertising, analyze the booming real estate market, and even analyze stocks. But Zhenzhen considered these things frivolous, time-consuming, and yielding little reward, not as important as making real money. Therefore, he never told Zhenzhen how much money he had made from these side hustles.

Hesitating whether to call Zhenzhen, the phone rang, startling him. "Mr. Zhao, hello, my surname is Chen, from Fengxiang Consulting Technology Company, what you'd call a headhunting firm. We heard you just left Shihhao Advertising, have you found a new company yet?"

"Hmm, no. I'm going on a trip, we'll talk about it later!"

"Mr. Zhao is very talented, and many companies want to cooperate with you. Would you mind scheduling a meeting? We can recommend a few companies!"

This was the fifth headhunting firm call Zhao Ziqiang had received. At first, he was a little smug about being on the headhunting firm list; Zhu Shihhao ignoring him was his loss. But then he realized it wasn't a big deal. A company can't function without someone; a talented person simply creates more value, not become indispensable.

After writing articles all morning and eating a hastily prepared lunch, Zhao Ziqiang suddenly remembered Chen Yihui's wicked plan. If it were just a joke, he could accept it, but how could he live as a woman? He wanted to rekindle his romance with his ex-girlfriend, but instead found himself shackled, and not easily freed.

He picked up the phone. "Yi-hui, are you sure you really want to help your sister this way?"

"Zi-qiang, I really wanted to call you at two in the morning. A friend called and said Yi-qian was causing trouble at the bar again. I couldn't sleep all night, wanting to tell you about Yi-qian, but all I could think about was you, and I cried. I know I shouldn't be like this, I already have a boyfriend, I can't like you anymore, I just can't do it. Later, my mom got up and found me sitting by the window, so she sat with me for a long time. We talked about Yi-qian, and we cried together."

Zhao Zi-qiang held the phone, his heart feeling like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. He couldn't tell if it was Chen Yi-hui or his own greed. "Yi-hui, although I'm reluctant, I've decided to help you. But you have to promise that the job you arrange for me is one I like!"

"I know, Zi-qiang, work is your greatest interest, even more so than mine. You don't need to worry about that; the Chen family can handle it!"

Zhao Zi-qiang's body trembled. Was she implying that their breakup was because he was so engrossed in his work? Could it be that Zhen-zhen was the same way? He rarely valued her requests, like shopping or movies; their planned outings were always ruined by work. The idea of buying a car was more of Zhen-zhen's desire than his own plan—was that also a reason?

For a long time after hanging up, Zhao Zi-qiang was shrouded in sadness. Why couldn't he control his emotions these past few years? This was so different from his ambitious work ethic. To embrace a more feminine lifestyle, besides Chen Yi-hui's trap, and his own fondness for women's clothing, the breakup with Zhen-zhen was probably the main reason. Was this also a form of escapism?

Perhaps this was an opportunity, a chance to find a direction for change.

"Yi Hui, you're so beautiful!"

"I always dress up nicely for our dates, don't I?"

"Is this a date? You used to be ten or twenty minutes late, but you're here earlier than me today. You've changed your ways."

"No, because I care about you!"

At the intersection, Zhao Ziqiang waited for Chen Yi Hui's white Toyota, and also for her sweet words. Chen Yi Hui's outfit once again caught his eye. The cool green floral sundress, the pair of large silver earrings that swayed extremely conspicuously, and her fair neck and arms were even more sexy. Zhao Ziqiang resisted for a while before deciding not to touch those alluring arms. Seeing this girl made him feel good, even if she had sold him to Africa.

The car drove into the underground parking lot of a luxury apartment building, and Zhao Ziqiang's eyes began to wander. In the elevator, Chen Yi Hui held his arm tightly and stole a kiss from him, like lovers. Zhao Ziqiang's heart itched, imagining the romance continuing, but the events of the past two days were too bizarre, like a dream, making the tender thoughts seem unreal.

Upon reaching the sixteenth floor, Chen Yihui opened one of the doors. She said, "Ziqiang, no men have ever been to this apartment, so we only have women's slippers. You can wear these!"

Zhao Ziqiang was a little surprised by the oversized pink slippers; girls these days don't have small feet anymore. They had been separated for three years, and he really wanted to see Chen Yihui's place, but this was clearly not it. It was a one-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, more suitable for a single person or a couple. The living room was quite large, with plenty of space; even a small gathering wouldn't be a problem.

Although it was morning, the room was already a bit warm. Chen Yihui turned on the fan and opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door to the living room. The living room was spotless, with a large television prominently displayed. A sofa set, pink curtains, cartoon cushions, a plush dog, and other decorations indicated that this was a girl's space. The kitchen was even more immaculate; either the owner was a clean freak, or the kitchen had never been used.

"Ring...ring..." Zhao Ziqiang glanced at his phone and then tossed it back into his pocket. He explained to Chen Yihui, "It's probably a headhunting company trying to recommend me for a job!"

Chen Yihui said seriously, "Ziqiang, turn them down. Tell them you already have a job!"

Zhao Ziqiang smiled noncommittally and paced around the room. Asking him to immediately switch to the role Chen Yihui was demanding was absurd; he couldn't do it. But he really missed the times he dressed as a girl three years ago; he and Chen Yihui had shared so much joy then.

Several boxes in the corner caught his attention. Chen Yihui explained, "You, the expert, must have recognized them. These are new computers. Since we don't have a table, we haven't set them out. Even if you come, you'll assemble them yourself. Besides, I don't want to ask anyone else. In front of you, even if I know how, I'll pretend I don't!"

"Haha, that's Chen Yihui's true nature!" Zhao Ziqiang laughed. "Yihui, this place is nice. Everything is quite complete. It seems like this is your cozy nest!"

"Do you like it?" "

I like it. It's quite comfortable, but it's a bit deserted and feels lifeless!" Zhao Ziqiang thought to himself, "Is this another one of your seductive havens? Are you two-timing?"

Chen Yihui saw that he hadn't gone into the bedroom, but was only peeking in from the doorway, so she pulled him in. "Feel free to look around. This place is completely open to you. There are no secrets!"

"Oh?" Zhao Ziqiang was a little surprised. Was this a sign that she liked it, or was she implying: My private space is only open to you!

The bedroom sheets and curtains were pinkish-green. There were several women's magazines on the windowsill, and cosmetics were laid out on the dressing table. But the arrangement was a bit unusual, more like a setup for a magazine photoshoot than a somewhat cluttered real scene. There were no men's items in the room. Was her boyfriend left out? Perhaps this was just her personal space for reflection, not a playground for her lovers!

"Ziqiang, what do you think of this house?"

"It's great! A girl's cozy haven. It must be very comfortable living here. If my girlfriend decorated her home like this, I would have wanted to marry her long ago!" "

Really? So you like it?" Chen Yihui was delighted, spreading her hands. "Okay, Ziqiang, this is your new room, your new world!"

"What? Mine?" Zhao Ziqiang dropped the cup in his hand, spilling water all over the floor. Luckily, it was a paper cup, otherwise, it would have been shattered into pieces. Good heavens, did Chen Yihui plan this all along? In other words, she calculated that I would definitely agree.

"Yes, it's yours!" Chen Yihui held his hand. "Ziqiang, I'm so grateful that you agreed to help Yiqian. We've been separated for three years, but you're still the person I trust most. With you, I feel at ease!"

Zhao Ziqiang was stunned. The promise he made at the Chen family felt like a dream. Did he really have to pretend to be a girl? Why, after three years, was he still so easily manipulated by her? Did he still love her deep down? Why did she think I would agree? If I didn't agree, she could find someone else, right? It seemed this girl was even more cunning than the girl he had three years ago.

Chen Yihui wiped the water stains off the floor, observed his expression, and only opened the wardrobe when she felt he wouldn't react. "Ziqiang, I only bought two sets of these dresses, underwear, and shoes. If you try them on and they don't fit, we can exchange them." Zhao Ziqiang

looked at her suspiciously, his face a little gloomy. He had just been fantasizing about being intimate with this girl, but the room full of women's items brought him back to reality. Yet, an inexplicable excitement was stirring within him, reminding him of the playful and intimate moments he had shared with Chen Yihui three years ago. In the throes of their passionate love, Chen Yihui jokingly dressed him up as a girl, putting on beautiful makeup and a pretty dress, letting him experience the joys of being a girl. The joy of three years ago only foreshadowed the horror of the present!

"Yihui, I hope you understand that my happiness before wasn't because I wore a dress, but because I was with you, because we loved each other. It's different now. We're no longer lovers; those feelings are gone!"

"I know, but the feeling of having loved someone is always there. Ziqiang, help Yiqian, okay? She's a strong-willed person like you, never giving up at work. You'll have a lot in common!"

Zhao Ziqiang smiled bitterly. "Yihui, you're so cunning! You've planned this step by step. If I hadn't agreed, some man would probably have been forced to wear a dress too! If your mother hadn't been involved, I would have suspected it was all a farce. You always like to do unexpected things; haven't you changed yet?"

"Ziqiang, I'm so sorry, I didn't want this either!" Chen Yihui blushed, sighing involuntarily, but secretly rejoicing that if it weren't for her mother's unexpected trick, this man would have run away long ago. "It's been three years, and you're still the one who understands me best. Whether I do good or bad, you know."

Zhao Ziqiang was about to say something when his phone rang in the living room. He shook his head sadly, turned, and left the bedroom. Everything that had just been pleasing to the eye had turned gloomy. He avoided thinking about the Chen family's conspiracy. Although he had a special feeling for skirts, it wasn't enough to sustain his motivation as a girl. He looked at his phone; it wasn't Zhenzhen. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. Could it be that her breakup was irreversible?

"Ziqiang, are you free tonight? My computer at home is broken; can you fix it for me?" The caller was his friend Yuan Jia. He was the manager of Huajian Real Estate, which was also a client of Shihao Advertising Company, so they had a close relationship. "I haven't heard from you these past few days. Are you away on a business trip again?"

Zhao Ziqiang was embarrassed to say he had lost his job. "I'm not on a business trip. I've been busy with my own things these past few days. Let's talk when we meet tonight. I also have something to tell you!"

"Also, help me analyze whether I should sell those stocks I own."

"Okay, let's talk when we meet!"

Chen Yihui stood at the other end of the living room, not approaching, just quietly watching. After three years apart, she couldn't say she truly understood this man. He hadn't changed, yet he had changed quite a bit.

Zhao Ziqiang put down the phone and turned around. "Yihui, you know I resigned, so you should also know I broke up with my girlfriend, right?"

Chen Yihui was overjoyed. So they broke up, that's great. But she shook her head and said, "Oh, you broke up? That's a pity!"

"Yihui, your lying skills have deteriorated!"

Chen Yihui blushed. For the first time, she felt she couldn't lie to this man anymore. Perhaps, this man had developed a keen eye for people, unlike three years ago. Three years ago, when she wore a skirt, Zhao Ziqiang treated it as a game. Three years later, when she wore a skirt again, he was a little confused. What did her lingering attachment to skirts mean? But what would happen to Zhao Ziqiang if he lived as a girl? He couldn't just disappear completely!

Realizing that this wasn't the passionate love he felt a few years ago, he sighed heavily and said, "Yihui, it feels different, different from three years ago!"

Chen Yihui hurriedly hugged him. "Ziqiang, it was my fault for breaking up back then. It's normal for you to hate me, and it hurts me too. These past few years, I've often thought of you, of those happy days. We were once the closest lovers, like sisters, wearing pretty dresses, shopping, watching movies, and traveling. Those were our happiest days. I've always hoped that you wouldn't hate me, that you would miss those days!"

"Yihui, I don't hate you!" Zhao Ziqiang said softly. But those days still pained him. He kept the dresses, high heels, and other women's accessories that Chen Yihui had bought for him. His girlfriend, Zhenzhen, thought he was keeping his ex-girlfriend's belongings and they had a big fight. She never imagined that those clothes and accessories actually belonged to Zhao Ziqiang.

Chen Yihui released her grip and said seriously, "Ziqiang, this is different from what happened back then. It's not a joke, nor is it a game. Yiqian is my own sister. You're not the only one taking this risk; our whole family is risking it, gambling with the Chen family's reputation!"

"Yihui, I'm gambling with my reputation too! Hmm... Do you know my current situation, my reputation in the advertising industry?"

"I know a little. I'm happy for you, but it's a pity I wasn't a part of your life these past three years!" Chen Yihui's expression turned sad as she said, "I think, maybe three years ago it wasn't you who lost me, but me who lost you!"

Zhao Ziqiang's nose stung, forgetting that this girl had a talent for acting. He tried hard to guess if Chen Yihui was being sincere, but this girl was truly unfathomable. He originally wanted to say: If people knew I was dressed as a girl, I might not be able to stay in this industry. But when he opened his mouth, his expression changed: "Yihui, come on, dress me up nicely, don't let people think I'm not like a woman and have no interest in me! If I'm going to do it, I'll be the most outstanding woman!"

"That's great!" Chen Yihui happily hugged him, "Don't worry, I'll make you as beautiful as before, no, even more beautiful than before!"

"Since there's no choice, then do your best, whether it's work or being a woman!" Zhao Ziqiang suddenly had a tragic expression. There was no escaping it; she could only face it bravely. Perhaps that was the right attitude.

Chen Yihui breathed a sigh of relief, but she was also certain that this ex-boyfriend was different from before. For a moment, she felt a sense of panic. Things might not go as she expected; Zhao Ziqiang might even do things she couldn't have imagined. But now, her primary task was to create a new Zhao Ziqiang to save her sister.

The old song had finished playing, but the familiar melody still lingered in the room, captivating Zhao Ziqiang's heart. Only a few years had passed, yet it felt like a distant era. However, when Chen Yihui presented him with the dress, he immediately fell back to reality. If only he hadn't fantasized about this girl that day, if only he hadn't given in at the Chen family's house.

"Yihui… I haven't worn dresses in a long time!"

Chen Yihui grasped his hand. "It's alright, you'll adapt quickly. I know you can do it; you've always been like this, good at everything!"

"Yihui, do you really think I look good in a dress?"

"Of course you do! You proved it three years ago!"

Zhao Ziqiang was silent for two minutes before taking the light green sundress, walking into the room, and closing the door. It took him several minutes to change into his lace lingerie and put on the dress. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt a little breathless. The person in the mirror was very delicate, both boyish and girlish. Although his eyebrows were a bit thick and his waist a bit thick, he still subtly revealed feminine qualities. His long hair, tied up, added to his girlish charm.

Chen Yihui was somewhat surprised. "You're pretty much as I imagined. Your figure hasn't changed much; you're only one size bigger than me, just like before! This dress is nice; it suits your temperament, very feminine!"

Zhao Ziqiang's face flushed. Was calling me feminine a compliment? But he was more excited. What was going on? Why was this dress so exciting? Upon inadvertently catching a glimpse of Chen Yihui's ample bosom, he felt an uncontrollable physical reaction.

"Not bad, pretty face, just a little makeup and a hairstyle and you'll look even better! Actually, you're prettier than many girls, don't worry," Chen Yihui said, pulling him to the mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhao Ziqiang felt strangely different. What was going on? Did he look more like a woman than before? "But, Yi Hui, my eyebrows are thick, and my hair is messy..."

"These aren't flaws at all!" Chen Yi Hui laughed. "It's not about whether I look like a girl or not, but that you think, no matter how pretty my dress is, I'm still a man! Once you change that mindset, everything else will be easy! Soften your gaze, don't be so sharp, smile a little—that's the cutest kind of girl! It's good, just that your waist is a bit thick!"

"What can I do? My waist is just this thick!"

"Waist problems are easy to solve, just cinch it! Long hair is a girl's charm; you already have that, just fix it!" Chen Yi Hui was designing for him, looking more like an advertising strategist than Zhao Ziqiang.

Soon, Zhao Ziqiang changed into high heels, excitedly experiencing the feeling of his flowing skirt, but before he could even finish one turn and appreciate the skirt's elegance, the high heels caused him to fall awkwardly. Chen Yi Hui was prepared; she darted to the side and caught him, but the movement looked more like Zhao Ziqiang throwing himself into her arms.

Chen Yi Hui laughed loudly. "Haha, who told you to pick the highest heels? You can't walk but you want to run!"

Zhao Ziqiang chuckled wryly. The heels were probably ten centimeters high. But the other shoes were at least five centimeters. "Yihui, why do you always pick such high heels? How can I wear them?"

Chen Yihui laughed. "How can you be a woman without high heels! Skirts, long hair, high heels—these are basic characteristics of a woman!"

Zhao Ziqiang snorted. "Yihui, nowadays there are more girls than boys wearing jeans. Many girls don't pay attention to these things anymore."

"No, I do!" Chen Yihui said earnestly. "Except in winter, I mostly wear skirts. I don't like trousers!"

Zhao Ziqiang shook his head and smiled, but he couldn't deny that what Chen Yihui said was exactly what his ideal girlfriend was like. But he didn't dare tell Chen Yihui how much he loved skirts and high heels; after all, he was a man.

"I'll still call you Ziwei, the name you used three years ago! It's a warm name, like an old friend, a good friend!" Chen Yihui looked at his smile in surprise. "You looked so beautiful when you smiled just now, you were practically a girl! If you wore makeup, no one would suspect you!"

"Ziwei" was the female name he used when he was with Chen Yihui a few years ago. This name made Zhao Ziqiang feel particularly close to her, and he never expected that the short-lived Zhao Ziwei would reappear. The waist-cinching began, and this was the most terrifying moment Zhao Ziqiang experienced. Watching his waist shrink inch by inch, he couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch, Yihui, be gentle! I think you're trying to murder me! Enough, enough, stop pulling! I don't want a tiny waist, just something about the same proportion as you!"

"It's about my proportions! To get a good figure, you have to be like me. No pain, no gain!" Chen Yihui stopped to catch her breath.

"Yihui, is this how you got your figure?"

"I don't need it, I'm naturally good-looking! But after I have children, my figure will get fat and deformed, so I'll have to use this!" Chen Yihui admired her work, ignoring his complaints, and tightened the ropes behind the corset. "I thought you had a large frame and couldn't handle this. I guess you could wear a standard plus-size dress without needing a custom-made one."

After putting on the cover-up and the fluffy skirt, Zhao Ziqiang finally had a complete girl's figure. When he tried to bend down to pick up a comb, he found that the corset was preventing him from moving, so he could only squat down. "Damn it, corsets are so troublesome and painful. Yihui, I like wearing dresses, I really hope it's just for fun, not for living a girl's life."

"Ziqiang, don't be discouraged, you can endure this little pain." Chen Yihui saw him about to untie the knots behind his back and hurriedly hugged him. "Ziqiang, you're a man, a man of your word!"

Zhao Ziqiang shook his head and smiled bitterly: Am I still a man now?

Chen Yihui held his hands. "Ziqiang, of all the men I've dated, you've left the deepest impression on me. I'll never forget you in this lifetime! Three years ago, you were my best partner, my most reliable support. I loved being intimate with you, doing anything with you; I also loved it when you transformed into Ziwei, wearing beautiful dresses, shopping with me, talking to me, being my best friend. You occupied the positions of two friends, no one can compare to you!"

Seeing the tenderness in the girl's eyes, Zhao Ziqiang was moved. He was a formidable figure at work, but in front of this girl, he was a completely different person. "Yihui, I consider myself extremely talented in advertising, but this time I truly admire your creativity!"

"Ziqiang, are you mocking me?" Chen Yihui blushed, "I can only say that I'm willing to do anything for my family; I do have a lot of creativity for the man I like, just like you described before, I am indeed a bad girl, but I'm only bad to you."

"You really are a bad girl..." Zhao Ziqiang thought to himself. He turned his head, lightly kissed her arm, and said in a woman's voice, "Yihui, do my makeup. I like it when you stroke my face; it feels so good!"

"I didn't expect you could speak in a woman's voice! That's great!" Chen Yihui was a little surprised. The voice was a bit sweet, already beyond the range of a man's voice, closer to a woman's.

An hour later, after several rounds of makeup application and removal, Chen Yihui finally smiled with satisfaction at her "work." Zhao Ziqiang couldn't recognize himself in the mirror. It was a girl's face, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes sparkling, and her lively eyelashes fluttering beautifully when she blinked. Her bright red lips were full of sexiness and allure, luscious and tempting. Her once somewhat androgynous features had become very soft and feminine. Suddenly, the girl in the mirror pursed her lips, then stuck out her tongue and licked it around her lips.

Chen Yihui exclaimed in surprise, "My God, where did this sexy woman come from? Ziqiang, I'm warning you, don't you dare turn into a bad woman!"

Zhao Ziqiang was both angry and amused. "What are you talking about? How could I become a bad woman? I'm just imitating you. You used to treat me like this, otherwise how would I have fallen into your trap!"

"You're mistaken. When have I ever treated you like that? Back then, we were simple, there weren't so many tricks." Chen Yihui suddenly got angry, dabbing her lipstick on his arm. "You must be talking about your current girlfriend, right?"

Zhao Ziqiang inwardly cursed, realizing he had confused the two of them, and could only remain silent.

Although they had broken up for three years, Chen Yihui still couldn't hide her jealousy. "What kind of girl is she? She's much better than me, isn't she? You always said I was unreasonable!"

Zhao Ziqiang understood that she was jealous, but he had indeed said the wrong thing, and there was nothing he could do. He had forgotten a basic principle: never speak well of another girl in front of your own; it will only lead to resentment. "It's alright, sometimes she's not as passionate as you! Two months ago, we even discussed marriage, but we had a fight and stopped talking about it!"

"Oh? You're planning to get married?" Chen Yihui was nervous. If they had already discussed marriage, then their current "breakup" might just be a cold war. "Ziqiang, won't dressing up as a girl affect your relationship with her? What if she comes looking for you?"

"It's fine, it's practically the same as breaking up now!" Zhao Ziqiang felt sad. If they hadn't broken up, who would agree to dress up as a girl?

"Oh!" Chen Yihui started to worry. With such concerns, could Zhao Ziqiang still focus on his work? It seemed she hadn't considered things carefully, thinking everything would be fine just because he wasn't married. Her eyes darted around. If they hadn't really broken up, she would definitely break them up.

"Yihui, don't fix my eyebrows, make them thin and curved, how am I supposed to face people after this?"

Chen Yihui was even more surprised than him. "How can you not groom your eyebrows? When have you ever seen a girl with thick eyebrows? You just said you wanted to be a perfect girl, just like at work. So tell me, is a girl's appearance important? What kind of girl do you admire?"

Zhao Ziqiang frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, I need to go home to get some things and explain to my family and friends. If my face becomes a girl's, it means I can't go home for two or three months. I need to get some documents and my computer."

Chen Yihui breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she had been too impatient. She wanted to turn him into a girl immediately without considering his feelings. "Ziqiang, I'll go back with you, okay?"

"Don't worry, I always keep my promises!" Zhao Ziqiang patted her buttocks and said, "But you, you promised to marry me back then, but you ran away in the end!"

Chen Yihui blushed, turned away in a panic, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. After a while, she turned back and kissed Zhao Ziqiang on the cheek. "Thank you, Ziqiang, or rather, Ziwei!"

Zhao Ziqiang said earnestly, "Yihui, you're very cute and smart, not many girls can compare. If you love that man, don't be too scheming, sometimes play dumb, that would be even better!"

Chen Yihui's face, which had just faded, flushed red again. Even though they'd been separated for three years, how could he understand her even better? Besides helping her sister, only she knew how heavy her selfish motives were. "Ziqiang, thank you for your help! You're a man I admire and respect, serious about your work, unlike me, who's fickle. As long as you treat skirts and high heels like you treat work, these won't be a problem. A few years ago, they weren't a problem for you, now they're even less of a problem!"

"I hope so!" Zhao Ziqiang smiled bitterly.

Removing his makeup before leaving the apartment, Zhao Ziqiang felt a sense of loss. Chen Yihui handed him the keys and card, earnestly instructing, "Ziqiang, remember, don't bring men's clothing, because starting tomorrow, you can only wear skirts!"

Zhao Ziqiang angrily slapped her bottom. "Then I'll just wear a skirt home!"

"Hehe, I don't object!" Chen Yihui giggled. "Ziwei, see you tomorrow!"

Zhao Ziqiang realized that his feelings for Chen Yihui were still there, and his longing for skirts was still so deep. Did I agree to dress up as a girl because I like her, or did I inherently have a desire to be a girl? But he couldn't find the answer. If there really was one, then both were the answer.

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