[Urban] Crossdressing Beauty (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 55, A Pair of Fierce Enemies

"Ziwei, I heard you rejected Zhang Li's proposal again. Was there any obvious mistake?"

"She transplanted the concept of real estate advertising to air conditioning, which is a good idea, but she forgot one thing: Shanghai is by the sea, and the humidity is the most obvious difference, unlike inland areas. Moisture prevention and dehumidification should be the focus, and she didn't pay attention to that, which is a serious oversight!"

After listening to Zhang Li's complaints, Chen Yiqian had to act as a mediator, and after giving her some advice, she went to find Zhao Ziwei. "Ziwei, when you reject her, can you soften your tone and be more gentle? Or, in the future, you can tell me your opinions first, and I'll talk to them!"

Zhao Ziwei smiled. "My tone was very gentle, and I spoke to her alone, behind closed doors. Yiqian, you're such a strange boss. Are you afraid of hurting your employees? Authority is authority, and it has nothing to do with respect. I respect them, but I still need to maintain my authority."

Chen Yiqian's face darkened. "Are you saying my management style is a bit inappropriate?"

"Yiqian, everyone has their own strengths. You don't have to agree with everything I do, but please support me and let me do these things. That shows your support."

Chen Yiqian was displeased; this was clearly an indication of her incompetence in management. "Ziwei, I hope you can focus on the issue, not the person. Everyone knows you have a conflict with Zhang Li. From my perspective, I must balance your arguments and not be too extreme, bringing personal emotions into your work!"

"Don't worry, I'm not bringing personal emotions. Yiqian, you have three months to prove yourself; this is only the first month." Zhao Ziwei's tone was gentle, but her words showed no sign of compromise.

Similar "closed-door meetings" had happened several times. The subordinates knew the gravity of the situation and never came to ask for instructions during these times. When the arguments escalated, Zhao Ziwei felt something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on why. Initially, it was to get Chen Yiqian's attention, but once she truly integrated herself, she couldn't stop.

According to Xiaomei, they were practically sworn enemies. She idolized the new director. “Sister Ziwei, you and Yiqian are like two extremes. You're both very persistent, but you admit your mistakes when you're wrong, while Yiqian never does.”

“Oh!” Zhao Ziwei smiled. “No one has ever argued with Chen Yihui before, right?”

“Director Lu never argued with her before, he would just quietly come back and revise the plan! Sometimes when I saw you two arguing, my heart would pound! She's the boss, and she's a girl, her pride is incredibly strong. I really worry about you, what if Yiqian throws a tantrum!”

Zhao Ziwei laughed. “Since that's the case, someone has to be the first to do this! Don't worry, although Yiqian has a strong sense of pride, she won't hold grudges!”

Xiaomei was a little doubtful: “You really think so?”

“Yes!” Zhao Ziwei knew this was a lie. Having interacted with many girls, she naturally knew that as a girl, Chen Yiqian would hold grudges, but as a boss, she couldn't. This was just Zhao Ziwei's wishful thinking; she thought that by wearing a dress, she possessed everything a girl could have.

As time went on, Zhao Ziwei's changes at Xinhai gradually became apparent. She embraced the role of director, mentoring newcomers, evaluating work, and revising design proposals. Colleagues nicknamed her "Director No," and whenever a new suggestion arose, someone would say, "What's the use of my agreement? Go ask Director No!" "This is called a new broom sweeping clean; of course, she'll say no to our proposals!" "What's going on? To show competence, you don't have to reject everyone else's proposals!"

Her arguments with Chen Yiqian became a common sight at Xinhai. Zhang Li even bet with colleagues that Zhao Ziwei wouldn't survive the three-month probation period, yet she sometimes saw Zhao Ziwei chatting and laughing with Chen Yiqian, which infuriated her.

The change came on a dull afternoon in the meeting room, where Zhao Ziwei rejected the new mobile phone proposal again. After criticizing the proposal, she launched into a long, rambling lecture on design concepts and current trends, as if giving a lecture. Xiao Mei and Li Yongjun were astonished, while Chen Yiqian and Zhang Li were furious but unable to refute her; their theoretical knowledge was indeed inferior. After

the meeting, Chen Yiqian stormed into the director's office and slammed the door shut. This argument escalated quite fiercely, both women blushing. Even with Chen Yiqian gesticulating wildly and quoting classical texts, Zhao Ziwei still managed to gain the upper hand. Zhao Ziwei even teased her, saying that she used to always lose arguments with girls, but now that she was a girl, she was getting her revenge—it was amazing! "Yiqian, you're so young, you're clinging to old ideas. Creativity has no set formula, borrowing and copying are meaningless, only innovation is useful." "

Zhao Ziwei, don't think that having a couple more years of experience means you're right. More experience is useless; in advertising, newcomers win. Your ideas are outdated and old-fashioned!"

"No, quite the opposite. My experience says it should be like this." Zhao Ziwei laughed, "You've also announced that I'll decide on technical matters, and you, the boss, will just observe!" Having proven herself right in the previous three arguments, she naturally didn't take Chen Yiqian's words seriously. Angering this girl had an element of teasing; it was purely Zhao Ziqiang's masculine nature acting up.

Chen Yiqian finally snapped, like a little girl. “Zhao Ziwei, if I prove you’re wrong, I’ll fire you!”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting!” Zhao Ziwei smiled, thinking it was better to leave sooner rather than later.

Chen Yiqian realized that scaring her wasn’t working, and angrily shouted, “Zhao Ziwei, I…”

Zhao Ziwei was expecting a storm of anger, but Chen Yiqian actually turned and walked out. Whether from anger or nervousness, she twisted her ankle and almost fell. Although she grabbed the doorknob, she was still a bit disheveled. Zhao Ziwei rushed over to help her, asking with concern, “Yiqian, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I should be fine!” Chen Yiqian supported her arm, gently moving her ankle. “If anything happens, I’ll never forgive you. You’re the one who made me this angry.”

“Okay, I won’t make you angry anymore!” Zhao Ziwei immediately nodded, then added, “You can make me angry again when your foot is better!”

Chen Yiqian was both annoyed and amused. “Ziwei, I suspect your ex-boyfriends were all utterly destroyed by you, never daring to talk back, and never even speaking louder than fifty decibels.”

“Heh!” Zhao Ziwei chuckled inwardly. She had become the savage girlfriend type; it seemed that provoking people was quite amusing. “Don’t make me sound so terrifying. I’m very friendly with my friends, whether they’re male or female!”

“Really? Why can’t I feel it!”

Zhao Ziwei said softly, “You have felt it, and more than once!”

Chen Yiqian looked up. What was she referring to? The touch in the elevator, the intimacy during the fashion show, or the joy and nervousness of holding hands?

“Yiqian, does it hurt a lot?” Zhao Ziwei helped her to the sofa, then knelt down to take off her shoes and gently massaged her.

“Of course it hurts, ah, be gentle!” Chen Yiqian groaned twice. “Yes, yes, massage like this. Oh, Ziwei, I didn’t expect you could massage!”

“I know a lot of things, you just haven’t seen them!”

“Hmph, not modest at all!” Although Chen Yiqian was annoyed with her, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and slowly enjoy the massage.

Zhao Ziwei pressed the slender foot, her heart pounding, for the woman's fragrance was so intoxicating. With just a slight turn of her head, she could see what lay beneath the skirt, but she dared not.

Suddenly, Chen Yiqian said, "Ziwei, your breasts are so round, bigger than mine!"

Zhao Ziwei was startled, looking up to find Chen Yiqian staring at her chest, her face burning. She immediately covered her chest, stood up sideways, quickly adjusted her skirt, and sat back down on the sofa. The neckline of her sundress was a little low today; bending over would easily reveal her figure. If Zhenzhen didn't notice, it should be fine, right? "Yiqian, put your feet on my lap, I'll massage them for you!"

"Ziwei, I didn't expect you to blush, hehe, those people say you're 'bold'!"

"Bold? What do you mean?" Zhao Ziwei immediately thought of Zhang Li's vicious words.

"Hehe, it's nothing!" Chen Yiqian felt it was about time, so she stood up, walked a few steps, and stomped her feet. "It seems fine now, Ziwei, your massage was very comfortable. If you could give me a full-body massage, that would be even better!"

"No, I only like massages from men!" Zhao Ziwei said deliberately, but her words lacked confidence, undoubtedly implying that physical intimacy with a man was a bit disgusting. "It's good that you're alright, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!"

"Oh, really? He must really like your touch, right?"

"Not bad!" They both knew who this "he" was.

Chen Yiqian smiled, thanked her, and left. Watching her retreating figure, Zhao Ziwei had a thought: Actually, she's a good girl. Am I lucky enough to have her?

In the afternoon, a florist carried a bouquet of flowers into the office building. Everyone assumed it was for Xiaomei, the flower-collecting champion, but unexpectedly, the flowers were delivered to the manager's office. Everyone was surprised because Chen Yiqian hadn't received flowers since her breakup, which undoubtedly meant she had a new beginning. Hearing Xiaomei mention this, Zhao Ziwei simply hummed in response, blinking without saying a word.

The new advertising plan was still stalled, and Zhao Ziwei was dissatisfied with her own ideas, still clueless by the end of the workday. She simply left her subordinates and went home, staring at the photo on her computer screensaver. The group photo with Xinhai felt familiar, while Zhenzhen seemed distant. She really disliked this feeling; she still loved Zhenzhen, but no longer felt the longing for her.

Chen Yiqian walked in. "Ziwei, aren't you finished yet? Is there anything I can help with?"

"Almost done, almost there!" Zhao Ziwei hesitated for a moment, "I have some new ideas, take a look and see which ones are suitable?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately regretted her modesty.

As expected, the two began another heated "discussion," each sticking to their own opinion and refusing to give in. Good heavens, she must have had a grudge against this girl in her past life, otherwise why did they always argue when they met in this life? “Ziwei, you’re so stubborn! Haven’t you listened to other people’s opinions?”

“Of course I have! Didn’t you say to change it to red? I agreed!”

“I’m not talking about such details, but the main aspects, the general direction. You always think your ideas are correct, but are other people’s ideas all garbage?”

“I didn’t say they were garbage, but with so many options, of course I have to choose the most suitable one!” Zhao Ziwei was also a little angry, saying, “I’m the creative director, I have the decision-making power!”

Chen Yiqian was also angry: “I’m the boss, I make the decisions!”

Zhao Ziwei was already a little dizzy; these plans had drained her brain cells, and she hadn’t expected Chen Yiqian to interfere. “You, as the boss, only care about hiring and firing people; I’m in charge of the technology.”

“I, as the boss, manage everything!”

“Unless you fire me, the decision-making power is still in my hands!”

“Fine, I’ll fire you right now!” Chen Yiqian said without hesitation.

Zhao Ziwei looked at her in surprise. “What?”

“Haha!” Chen Yiqian laughed loudly, “That’s enough for today, we’ll continue tomorrow!”

Zhao Ziwei also laughed. "Tomorrow it is, you still won't be able to argue with me tomorrow!" For the first time, she felt that bullying girls was a pleasure.

Chen Yiqian got angry. "Ziwei, I've discovered that you're a really unreasonable woman! Not only are you unreasonable, but you're also a petty woman, you never give in to me!"

"Hehe, you're being unreasonable, why should I give in to you?" Zhao Ziwei laughed. Every time she argued with her, she spoke eloquently, while Chen Yiqian often found herself at a loss for words.

It was unbelievable; before each argument, Zhao Ziwei reminded herself to be patient. But in the end, she still wouldn't give an inch, infuriating Chen Yiqian. She had already done everything she could to get Zhao Ziwei's attention, why hadn't she stopped? Was she too greedy, only thinking about making this girl like her?

Chapter 56, Hesitation

After saying goodbye to Zhao Ziwei in the elevator, Chen Yiqian went to the underground parking lot. She wanted to invite Zhao Ziwei to dinner, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She was probably in a hurry to go home or had an appointment. How could a woman like her not have a man? If she asked, she would only be met with rejection. She sighed. Everyone else seemed like a good woman, so why was she so glamorous while she was all alone?

She knew nothing about Zhao Ziwei's life, yet she assumed it was vibrant and exciting. She felt a little intimidated in front of this mature woman, and she didn't know why. "Not simple" didn't even begin to describe Zhao Ziwei. This woman was incredibly skilled at her job; no trick could escape her notice. She always spoke with perfect composure, recounting cases effortlessly, as if she had handled them herself. In a suit, she was poised and elegant, a blend of gentleness and strength; in a floral dress, she was charming without being seductive, soft without being coquettish. Thinking about how she could never win an argument with this woman, Chen Yiqian felt a surge of anger. Why didn't this woman give her face? After all, she was the boss. Annoyed as she was, she still wanted to get closer to this woman, even harboring a vague feeling that perhaps she could be a confidante.

Just as she started the car, her phone rang. Chen Yiqian put on her earphones and answered the call.

"Yiqian, this is Zhang Jun!"

"Oh, hello!" Chen Yiqian cursed inwardly. That wretched guy, he ran away faster than a rabbit at the last fashion show.

As the heir to the Zhang family business, Zhang Jun was known for his womanizing ways; his skill in pursuing women was as sharp as his business acumen. However, the public knew him not for his business achievements, but for his gossip; he appeared in the entertainment section dozens of times more often than the business section. He had once pursued Chen Yiqian, but she only considered him a family friend and had no romantic feelings for him. "Yiqian, do you like that bouquet of flowers? I've been busy all day and forgot to call you!"

"Oh, you sent the flowers? Thanks!" Chen Yiqian snorted. "Can't you do things openly and honestly? You didn't even dare to sign your name. My colleagues suspect I paid for it myself!"

"Haha, then I'll send another bouquet with your name on it tomorrow!"

"Why did you think of calling me? Tell me, what's your intention?"

"Shouldn't I call you? You're my friend."

"You're busy, aren't you? Eight appointments a week, your schedule is packed. I heard even your parents have to make an appointment with your secretary to meet you."

"Haha, Yiqian, you're still so sharp-tongued, you don't give me any face at all!"

Chen Yiqian certainly didn't believe he sent the flowers on a whim, because a bracelet was also sent along with the flowers. "Zhang Jun, someone like you, with such a thick skin, what are you afraid of! Didn't you say that in the business world you have to be shameless? That's your lifestyle, isn't it? If someone slaps your left cheek, you always offer your right. Then, when they turn around, you stab them again, so they don't even know how they died!"

"Yiqian, don't make me sound so scary!"

Chen Yiqian finally burst out laughing. "You bastard, you still have the nerve to say that? You advertise your new girlfriend every three months! The whole world knows about your womanizing ways! If I had your thick skin and black heart, my Xinhai would be rich by now!"

"Heaven and earth bear witness, Yiqian, others can talk about me like that, but you can't, because you're my good friend, you know me!"

"Pah, who's your good friend? Don't come within two feet of me, I don't want to be in the newspaper, being associated with you is bad luck!" Chen Yiqian cursed him fiercely and mercilessly, without holding back at all, she laughed as she spoke. Perhaps it had been a long time since anyone had let her curse, this rant was very satisfying.

"Yiqian, you're too fierce, it doesn't match your beauty, I'm really worried you won't be able to get married!"

"Don't worry, no one wants you and I won't consider you!"

"I'm just afraid that soon I'll have to shoulder this heavy responsibility, then I don't know if it'll be you or me who suffers!" Zhang Jun, after being cursed so much by her, didn't even jump up.

“Sigh, I’m worried that day will come!” Chen Yiqian understands that if she were to become a vice president at the Chen Group, she would probably have to find a family of equal social standing, and Zhang Jun might be a candidate.

"Yiqian, when are we going out for dinner? Let's vent and complain about our parents!"

Chen Yiqian immediately replied, "Dinner's fine, as long as you hand over the advertising to Xinhai!"

"Oh, that's very likely!"

What's this guy up to? He keeps saying the Zhang and Chen families are old friends, but it's just a facade. They don't meet often, and there's little business dealings. "Zhang Jun, you gave me a bracelet for no reason. I'm not going to be your girlfriend, so all your efforts are wasted!"

Zhang Jun still smiled. "Silly girl, why do you always give gifts with ulterior motives? We've known each other for years, it's normal for friends to exchange gifts!"

"Fine! I won't ask anymore, we all know you're up to no good!"

"Haha! Yiqian, actually I'm cooperating with Chen's Enterprise now, so we'll probably see each other frequently during this period, and dinners are unavoidable!"

"You're really good at beating around the bush. If you're cooperating with Chen's, you should be at headquarters, why are you seeing me so often? My company is several kilometers away from headquarters!" After

a round of scolding, Chen Yiqian felt much better. Although this man was notorious for his womanizing, he was quite charming to many girls. Turning on the car stereo, familiar music drifted out, and Chen Yiqian suddenly realized something: she could easily defeat Zhang Jun verbally, so why hadn't she ever won an argument with Zhao Ziwei? Now, thinking back, Zhao Ziwei wasn't unreasonable, but rather domineering, as if she were the manager of the company.

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It was still the same old drama, the same old faces. But Chen Yiqian chose to sit in front of the television rather than date a man, because she didn't want to hurt anyone.

After her breakup, she chose to isolate herself. It wasn't that she had no other entertainment, but she filled her nights with games; she had indulged in some things, but it wasn't what she liked. She was unwilling to accept that the glory she had enjoyed since her student days had been ruined last autumn.

Her phone rang several times, but Chen Yiqian didn't answer. She was afraid to hear, "Hey, don't stay home watching TV, come out and have some fun!" "I'll introduce you to a guy, a bank talent, a returnee!" Because these words meant: Don't think you're so great now, you're a pathetic wretch!

When the phone rang for the third time, she couldn't help but glance at it. It was Zhao Ziwei's number, and she answered immediately. Zhao Ziwei's voice came through: "Yiqian, how's your foot?"

Hearing her voice, Chen Yiqian was a little happy. Would she invite her out? "Oh, I think I'm fine!"

Zhao Ziwei said. "That's good, otherwise I'd feel bad. But remember to keep applying the medicine, do you have any at home?"

"Thank you! We have medicine at home!" Chen Yiqian looked at the medicine box under the TV cabinet, the ones her sister had prepared for her. "Ziwei, when can you massage me again?"

"Hehe, anytime you like!" Zhao Ziwei laughed. "Goodnight!"

Chen Yiqian stupidly said goodnight, then scolded: What goodnight? It's only 8:30. Can't we chat a little longer? Can't we only talk about work? Last time she saw the fashion show, she was excited, thinking she had found a confidante. Who knew things would turn out differently later, and the two of them only talked about work, though she did talk to Rose a few times on the phone. Rose is Liu Yu's ex-wife, and Liu Yu is Zhao Ziwei's friend; the relationships are a tangled mess. She really wanted to talk to Zhao Ziwei more, even discuss makeup or arrange to go shopping. Zhao Ziwei clearly had the same desire; she often glanced at her from the office building. Was she also looking for a suitable opportunity?

Growing increasingly annoyed by the TV, Chen Yiqian left her apartment for a walk. After browsing in the supermarket for a while, seeing it was only a little past nine, she called Lingling. Knowing Lingling was at the bar, she immediately said, "Wait for me! Don't run away, I'm coming right now!"

Hengshan Road was still a dazzling, alluring street, its allure making those captivated by it reluctant to go home. There were couples whispering sweet nothings, boisterous friends drinking heartily, heartbroken people drowning their sorrows, and lonely eyes searching for a romantic encounter. Chen Yiqian felt she didn't belong in any of these scenes; if she had to categorize them, she'd be considered someone drowning their sorrows in alcohol.

Although this bar wasn't a publicly acknowledged gay bar, there were two or three couples there, but they weren't ostentatious. The girls holding hands, even their slightest embrace, went unnoticed and were largely ignored. Chen Yiqian always thought it had nothing to do with her, until Lingling first kissed her cheek and touched her body, and she discovered the strangeness of the feeling.

"Lingling, drink with me tonight, I won't say much else!" Chen Yiqian gave her a hard kiss on the cheek, then grabbed her glass and gulped down her drink.

"What happened? Did you get fired by your boss?"

"Pretty much, that woman is awful, she always argues with me, she can't be happy without arguing!" Chen Yiqian suddenly jumped, realizing that the awful woman she was talking about was Zhao Ziwei.

"Ha, your boss is a woman! Sigh, men are lustful, women are petty. Just fire her, what's the point of having a boss like that? She's just jealous of your beauty and your talent!"

Chen Yiqian hiccuped. “You’re right, she really is like that! You don’t know how awful that woman is, always dressed up so flashy, flaunting her charms, like she’s trying to seduce men at any moment, it’s enough to make you satiated just looking at her! I’m someone important at the company, and she doesn’t even respect me.” After saying this, Chen Yiqian was stunned for a while. Her impression of Zhao Ziwei had always been “awful,” when had she ever said she was “flirting and seducing men”?

Lingling put her arm around her shoulder. “That’s how it is when you work, you have to put up with things no matter where you are, you can vent all your anger tonight. But tomorrow will be the same, you’ll have to face that person again!”

“Yeah, the people you don’t want to see, you’ll see every day! Come on, let’s drink!”

Lingling patted her thigh and asked, “Where’s your jerk, is he dead?”

“He’s not dead, he’s alive and well, he even sent me a wedding invitation. Jerks, not a single one of them is any good!” Chen Yiqian began to feel heartbroken.

"Yiqian, I have a suggestion for you. Take a better man to his wedding and make him furious!"

"You're talking nonsense, it stinks!"

Compared to her alcohol tolerance, three beers were already her limit. Chen Yiqian's vision began to blur, and she felt a hand stroking her arm, then moving to her chest.

"Yiqian, if you had to choose a woman as your fantasy object, who would you choose?"

"Sharon Stone!" Chen Yiqian answered without thinking.

Lingling laughed: "She's too old, outdated!"

"In my eyes, she'll always be that beautiful thirty-year-old woman!" Chen Yiqian said calmly. She pressed the hand on her chest, applying more pressure, making it knead more vigorously.

"And what about in real life?"

"Huh?" Chen Yiqian was stunned, because she hadn't thought of this question. Several people immediately flashed through her mind, and then... settled on Zhao Ziwei's face. She began to tremble all over. What was happening? She had only known this woman for half a month and didn't even know her sexual orientation. She immediately turned her head to look around, wondering where Zhao Ziwei's face had come from.

"Yiqian, what's wrong? Who are you thinking about?"

"Nobody?" Chen Yiqian blinked repeatedly. Her heart began to pound. Even though she had known Lingling for so long, she had never fantasized about her. Rose, whom she met at the party, was someone she sometimes thought about, but not as suddenly as Zhao Ziwei's face appearing in her mind.

Despite drinking, Chen Yiqian still felt thirsty. Her breasts, untouched for so long, swelled with a suppressed longing. She grabbed Lingling's hand and pressed it against her chest. Lingling had been waiting for this moment, kneading them without restraint. Chen Yiqian was a little out of breath, while a hand gently stroked her waist.

Chen Yiqian closed her eyes tightly, as if she were in another world. She had a strange feeling, as if Gao Xiang was entwined with her, his gentle caresses and passionate kisses. Gradually, her body trembled, her breathing became erratic, and she cupped Lingling's head in her hands, kissing her tightly. Suddenly, another face appeared before her, blurry and indistinct. The two embraced tightly, kissing passionately until the world seemed to blur. After one round of kisses, the person looked up... God, it was Zhao Ziwei!

Chen Yiqian pushed her away abruptly, trembling as she covered her chest with her arms. Only then did she realize that it was Lingling in front of her. Lingling asked in surprise, "Yiqian, what's wrong?"

"I..." Chen Yiqian was still in shock, turning her head to look around. There was no one else, but she didn't understand how Zhao Ziwei's image had appeared.

Lingling saw her movements and panicked. "Yiqian, don't go, don't go!"

Chen Yiqian shook her head in terror, straightened her clothes, and quickly ran out of the bar.

Chapter 57, Ulterior Motives

"Director Zhang, it's a great honor to finally have you here at Xinhai!"

"Not at all, you always remind me on the phone. Besides, I wanted to see the new look of Xinhai. With a director as beautiful and intelligent as Miss Zhao assisting me, Miss Chen must be happy, not jealous!" Director Zhang stared at Zhao Ziwei's curvaceous figure, focusing on her prominent breasts.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Ziwei was a little unsure, because Chen Yiqian was right there.

Director Zhang of Tianhui was always arrogant; one could only consult him in person if needed. Zhao Ziwei had used some skill to "invite" him over, something even Chen Yiqian found strange, as she rarely managed to get this famous director to come. Today, Zhao Ziwei wore a simple blue vest dress, quite elegant, with a nice waistline and a curvaceous figure. The dress itself wasn't overtly sexy, and she wasn't wearing bright lipstick; the highlight was her breasts and height. A pair of pearl earrings and a silver brooch added to her femininity without sacrificing her professional womanly qualities.

Director Zhang said, "Miss Chen is the most capable girl I've ever met. She must want her employees to be just as capable, even more capable!"

This man was openly provoking her. Chen Yiqian laughed, "Director Zhang, everything we do is for work, even our arguments. It's a pity you don't come to Xinhai often; our coffee is great, but it's all been enjoyed by others!"

"Really? I wouldn't come just for the coffee. If you're here to watch Miss Chen and Miss Zhao argue, I'd be very interested. Let me know in advance next time!"

The two girls almost wanted to kick him; this man was really going too far. Chen Yiqian's lips curled into a wicked smile: "Director Zhang, you're so capable at work, I heard you're even more formidable at home, known as the 'Fireman'!"

Director Zhang was taken aback, seemingly realizing that women are not to be trifled with. Zhao Ziwei covered her mouth and chuckled. This unusual way of expressing "backyard fire" gave her a new perspective on this girl. Zhao Ziwei spoke less this time because the man kept staring at her chest, so she had to cross her arms. Chen Yiqian, watching from the sidelines, was a little annoyed. She wanted to gouge out Director Zhang's eyes and flatten Zhao Ziwei's chest. When she realized this thought, she panicked; what she had been unwilling to admit was jealousy.

Around noon, Chen Yiqian came to discuss the advertising concept. Seeing her gesturing and speaking, Zhao Ziwei was quite surprised. This girl had grasped the key points, or rather, she had found an opportunity to shine.

"Very good, practical, concise!" Zhao Ziwei nodded.

"You really think so?" Chen Yiqian doubted her ears at the praise, because she had only heard criticism and sarcasm. "Ziwei, I need the truth, not flattery!"

Zhao Ziwei laughed. "Of course I'm telling the truth. When have you ever seen me flatter you?"

"That's true!" Chen Yiqian laughed, "You've never said anything nice. If you were a man, no one would marry you."

"Huh?" Zhao Ziwei looked at her in surprise. Yes, when I played Zhao Ziqiang, I often praised girls. Why did I change it when I became Zhao Ziwei? Was it just because of her?

Chen Yiqian giggled, and Zhao Ziwei couldn't resist patting her on the bottom. After a few jokes, they continued discussing the specific plan, writing down many key points on a piece of paper. Chen Yiqian was both surprised and delighted; it was the first time she had felt so in sync and so in sync with this woman. Lost in conversation, she patted Zhao Ziwei's arm, a gesture that startled Zhao Ziwei.

"Ziwei, why are you looking at me like that? I didn't say anything when you patted my bottom, but you glare at me when I pat your arm!"

"I didn't glare, I just... didn't expect you to like me!" Zhao Ziwei murmured. This girl said the word "bottom" so naturally, something she herself couldn't say.

"Hmph, I don't like you at all!" Chen Yiqian blushed as she said this. But she knew she did like this woman, though she couldn't quite place the kind of liking.

After watching the fashion show, Zhao Ziwei rarely wore floral dresses anymore, opting instead for skirt suits, or plain-colored dresses typical of office ladies, or wide-shouldered tank tops. In contrast, Chen Yiqian only wore her suits once or twice a week, while casual floral dresses were a frequent sight. Jiang Fang joked that the boss had disappeared and a pretty girl had arrived. The playful Xiao Mei took a bunch of pictures of her, saying she'd put them on the company website. Chen Yiqian realized that Zhao Ziwei's natural influence was somewhat frightening; she attracted not only men but also women.

At noon, Zhao Ziwei and Xiao Mei went downstairs for lunch and bumped into Liu Yu in the elevator. Xiao Mei saw the two exchanging glances and understood immediately. She ran away as soon as they reached the first floor, turning back to make a face at Zhao Ziwei. Zhao Ziwei tensed up, trying to grab her, but it was too late.

"Ziwei, we haven't eaten together yet, let me treat you!"

Zhao Ziwei hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Okay!" With Xiao Mei, her shield, gone, she couldn't refuse. Becoming a girl had made her kinder, less likely to say hurtful things. When

a man invites a woman to lunch, while it doesn't necessarily mean he has ulterior motives, it certainly means he has feelings for her. After sitting down at the restaurant, Zhao Ziwei steered the conversation towards Rose to avoid Liu Yu asking about her own situation.

"I can tell Rose still loves you?"

"Forget it. If she loved you, she wouldn't have gotten a divorce!"

"Looks like you don't understand women!" Zhao Ziwei remained composed, maintaining her traditional womanly demeanor. However, she knew she wouldn't act this way in front of a real woman.

After talking about Rose for a while, Liu Yu finally couldn't help but ask, "Ziwei, are you trying to befriend me, or are you advising me to reconcile with Rose?"

Zhao Ziwei laughed, finding it amusing. Seeing things from a woman's perspective made her realize she understood women better, a feeling that pleased her.

"Ziwei, you've only known Rose for a few days, how can you say you understand her?"

Zhao Ziwei laughed again. "Because I'm a woman!"

Liu Yu paused, then said, "I know, but you don't understand me!"

"Of course, no one understands from the start; it takes time! If you trust me, you can tell me what's wrong between you two?"

Liu Yu lowered his head, clearly hesitant, and after a while, he shook his head. “This is a bit unusual, different from most people’s views. Many people wouldn’t understand!”

Zhao Ziwei didn’t press further; she naturally understood this psychology. Sometimes men simply have a desire to confide in women—it’s the first step towards getting closer.

They ate their meal absentmindedly, each lost in their own thoughts, clearly not paying attention to each other. Zhao Ziwei said insincerely, “Liu Yu, if you need someone to talk to, call me. I might not be able to help you, but I’m a good listener!”

“I know, I trust you. Actually, I wanted to tell you something, but I didn’t know how to start!”

“How about this, you don’t need to say anything, I’ll say it. If it’s right, just nod!” Zhao Ziwei said, “Hmm… Rose doesn’t like men, she likes women, right?”

Liu Yu was surprised. "Actually... she likes not only men, but also women."

"Oh, so that's why you divorced?" Zhao Ziwei finally realized that Rose wasn't still attached to Liu Yu, but rather that Liu Yu still had hopes for Rose.

Liu Yu lowered his head and said, "Before we got married, she told me all this. At the time, I just thought, everyone has flaws, and I could change her if we got along. Later..."

Seeing him stop, Zhao Ziwei said, "If you didn't want to talk about it, you didn't. It's your secret!"

"I think you're a trustworthy person!" Liu Yu sighed softly and said, "That day I came back from a business trip and saw her in bed with another woman. I was so angry that I hit her. I always thought that when she said she liked someone, it was at most touching and rubbing, but I never expected it to end up in bed!"

"And then you got divorced?"

"No, she apologized to me, but afterwards I just couldn't get into it anymore. I kept thinking about that incident. It's pathetic, but after that day, I never succeeded!" Liu Yu looked troubled.

"This divorce is too frivolous. Didn't you try other methods?"

"Yes!" Liu Yu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Once, I wore her nightgown and I got really excited and in great shape. Later, I wanted to do it again, but she wouldn't allow it, saying I was a pervert!"

"So what? I also... I also let my boyfriend wear it!" Zhao Ziwei cursed Rose inwardly. That damn woman, you can mess around with other people, what's wrong with your boyfriend wearing a dress?

Liu Yu looked at her in surprise, finally understanding that she could comprehend it. "She suggested to me that we invite that woman over, the three of us. I got angry and yelled at her, and she ran away and never came back. She even had a friend come and get her clothes. Later, she got together with a rich man, quit her job as a reporter, and then they got divorced!"

Zhao Ziwei asked, "Aren't you very upset? She said you're not good enough!"

"No, not really. I'm perfectly normal with other people, half an hour is no problem..." Liu Yu covered his mouth in surprise. He realized this was a new friend, and a new friend was a woman.

"Oh, that's good!" Zhao Ziwei was indifferent; she had no illusions about this man anyway.

Liu Yu was stunned. The girl's nonchalant tone made it seem like it was only natural. He realized this girl wasn't a traditional woman, and he became even more curious about her, wanting to understand her world.

After finishing her work in the afternoon, Zhao Ziwei went to the manager's office. Her improved relationship with Chen Yiqian made Xiao Mei happy, Zhang Li annoyed, and Jiang Fang puzzled.

"Yiqian, how much do you know about Rose?"

"What new information do you want to provide, that your lawyer boyfriend said?"

"Yiqian, he's not my boyfriend, and he never will be."

"Why make a decision so early? All relationships start with this secrecy. Maybe you'll marry him in the future, and besides, he's good-looking!"

Zhao Ziwei was a little angry. "Yiqian, I said I can't!"

Chen Yiqian widened her eyes. "Why? Is he really impotent?"

"Yiqian, you bastard!"

Chen Yiqian laughed loudly. Zhao Ziwei immediately realized she was testing her. Damn it, she had always thought she could beat her, but in some ways, a fake woman still couldn't beat a real woman, especially in this kind of scheming. "Ziwei, I know you have a boyfriend, but isn't it good to have more options? How will you know who's better if you don't compare? The quality of the next generation is important too!"

Zhao Ziwei grabbed a pencil sharpener from the table and threw it. Chen Yiqian cried out in surprise, getting a jolt in her arm. "Yiqian, Rose likes women, that's why they divorced! Liu Yu is normal, he's just been driven crazy by Rose, there's something wrong with him."

"Oh, I see! How do you know he's normal? Did you test him?"

This time Zhao Ziwei wasn't fooled. "Yiqian, don't get too close to Rose, it'll cause trouble!"

Chen Yiqian blinked. "But I need friends. Besides, I'm not messing around with her. We just meet occasionally, eat, and go shopping. What's the big deal?"

"Need friends? Look me up! I won't ask you for overtime pay! I can eat, drink, and sleep with you... Oh, but not sleep with you. My body belongs only to myself!"

Chen Yiqian asked jokingly, "But I just want your body, is that okay?"

"No!" Zhao Ziwei said, "When I become a man, I can give it to you!"

Chen Yiqian smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to become a man!"

Chapter 058, Hints

Not long after starting work, Zhao Ziwei and Li Yongjun went to Tianhui Multimedia Company to discuss the details of the advertisement shooting. Today, she was in a bad mood. She kept thinking about Zhenzhen. She was absent-minded during the meeting, sometimes wanting to take off her high heels, sometimes feeling that her skirt was too tight.

When displaying graphics on the computer, Zhao Ziwei stared blankly at her fingers. Her nails were getting longer and longer, and she seemed to be inseparable from nail polish. When would it end? Was it necessary to live as a woman to enjoy beautiful clothes? She began to miss her life with men; the freedom and unrestraint were so much better.

It was nearly noon when she got back to the company. Stepping out of the elevator, Zhao Ziwei went straight to the restroom. To contain her engorgement, she usually wore pantyhose a size too small; even without the urge to urinate, she would still come to the restroom to relax after a long day.

A voice said, "Sigh, so busy today. Probably still working overtime tonight!"

"Maybe. Why didn't I see Zhao Ziwei this afternoon?" Zhang Li's voice replied.

"She went out. Didn't you see it written on the whiteboard? She went to Tianhui with Li Yongjun!"

"Oh, will something happen between them? I always felt there was something off about their eyes."

"Zhang Li, you're exaggerating! Li Yongjun is already married. You're still jealous? Forget it!"

"Not yet, they're probably doing some preliminary preparations. Hey, do you think Zhao Ziwei got breast implants? Otherwise, how could they be so perky? Normally, they're a bit soft." "

Heh, you can't tell if they're soft or not when they're wearing a bra! Zhang Li, stop talking. Whether she got implants or not is none of your business. We're good friends. It's okay if you tell me, but if you tell others, these words will reach Zhao Ziwei's ears."

"So what if there are rumors? Do you think I'm afraid of her? What kind of ability can someone like that have? She just relies on her looks. Some say she's the mistress of some major shareholder, others say she's Director Zhao's daughter. She's got nothing better to do than come to Xinhai and snag a director position," Zhang Li said indignantly. "The other day, I was wiping her skirt and noticed her pubic bone was protruding a bit. I've heard from friends that if it's protruding, it means the woman is promiscuous and often unsatisfied."

"Ha! You got her skirt wet and you still have the nerve to complain. A lot of people used to support you, but you went too far that day, and now some people are supporting Zhao Ziwei instead. Li Yongjun used to be on your side, but now he's not helping you anymore. If you keep acting so recklessly, you'll suffer sooner or later. You splashed her skirt, and she didn't retaliate. You need to wake up!"

"Hmph, a man like Li Yongjun, he's only after her looks. Zhao Ziwei always wears sundresses, as if she wants everyone to know how magnificent her breasts are. Once, I saw her deliberately bend over in front of Li Yongjun, and his eyes widened, he was practically drooling. That slut, with her low neckline and huge breasts, what man could resist?"

"Heh, Zhang Li, I think you're getting more and more sour!"

Zhang Li snorted, "It's absolutely true. That time Li Yongjun saw her chest, and within minutes he was in the bathroom. He must have gotten hard. They're probably having an affair. Just think about it, Zhao Ziwei only casually showed a little bit, and Li Yongjun couldn't resist. If she deliberately acted coy and alluring, wouldn't that man fall head over heels for her?"

The two women left the restroom, talking as they went. Zhao Ziwei's face was pale, and she was trembling. She finally understood why women were so quick to gossip; it wasn't necessarily out of hatred, but jealousy was the main factor. She couldn't recognize the other voice; it was probably the girl from the finance department. As for these rumors about "promiscuity" and "breast augmentation," they didn't hurt her, this fake woman, much, but she had to protect her reputation as a woman, so caution was best.

Back in the director's office, Xiaomei immediately came in with documents, but remained silent for a while, which Zhao Ziwei found strange. After a while, Xiaomei couldn't help but speak: "Sister Ziwei, will you stay at Xinhai long-term?"

Zhao Ziwei was taken aback. "Why do you ask that?"

"I overheard Yiqian and Zhang Li discussing trying to get rid of you within a month, and I'm so worried. You often argue with Yiqian, and I'm worried about losing a good boss! Sister Ziwei, if one day you have to leave Xinhai, take me with you, okay?"

Zhao Ziwei was a little touched; gaining someone's trust wasn't easy, and Xiaomei was actually entrusting her future to her. “Xiaomei, don’t say that. I like Xinhai, I won’t leave easily!”

“I understand, but I still like working with you!”

“I like you too!” Zhao Ziwei patted her shoulder. “Go on, you still need to prepare tomorrow’s materials, a whole bunch of printing and copying, otherwise you won’t have time for your date tonight.”

“Okay!” Xiaomei smiled, slapped her on the butt back, and went out.

Zhao Ziwei was a little surprised by her action, but the feeling of being patted by the girl was nice. She had mastered this kind of affectionate gesture between girls, sometimes it was just a man’s mentality at play. From patting the shoulder to patting the butt, the young girl thought it was the new boss’s friendliness and was happy to show her affection.

After walking around outside, she returned to the director’s office, only to find Chen Yiqian scolding Xiaomei. Xiaomei saw her savior and said, “Ziwei, save me, Yiqian is going to hit me!”

Zhao Ziwei was startled and was about to ask what it was when Xiaomei had already run out laughing. Chen Yiqian angrily pointed at the computer. "I'm going to hit her! I've never seen so many of these photos before, some of them are mine, and they've all ended up on your computer! You're such a biased assistant, it's outrageous!"

Zhao Ziwei naturally understood what was going on, because several of her computer's screensavers were of Chen Yiqian. "Since you like them, just copy them!"

Chen Yiqian said, "Not just group photos, or solo shots of me, I want yours too!"

Zhao Ziwei was a little surprised, but also a little happy. Last weekend, Xiaomei and several girls were taking photos in an office building, and they dragged Zhao Ziwei along. Zhao Ziwei was naturally happy, because she could openly put her arm around a girl's shoulder and hold her slender waist. Sometimes, looking at the photos of her with girls on either side, Zhao Ziwei wanted to laugh. Wearing a dress had many advantages, especially this gentle embrace.

"Ziwei, why did you set this photo as your desktop wallpaper? My face is distorted!"

"I like it, I think it looks good!" This only group photo was arranged by Xiaomei. At that time, Chen Yiqian was sitting, and Zhao Ziwei was standing behind her, mustering up the courage to put her hand on her shoulder.

"Let's change it. I'm not smiling in this photo, people will think we just had a fight!"

"We did have a fight back then!" Zhao Ziwei laughed. Because she was looking at it from a man's perspective, she thought Chen Yiqian's cool demeanor in the photo was quite good.

"Why did you take so many photos with Xiaomei, but not with me?"

"Because you don't like taking pictures with me!"

"Nonsense!" Chen Yiqian turned to the side and pinched her thigh hard, making her wince in pain. "Hmph, you smile like a flower when you take pictures with others, but you look as dark as coal when you take pictures with me!" "

Yiqian, we'll have a chance in the future!" Zhao Ziwei knew she cared about her, and she was happy. Only then did she have time to look at Chen Yiqian. This girl was different from usual. The white chiffon dress with black polka dots accentuated her slender figure, and her red lips were particularly alluring. A few rays of sunlight shone in, and her earrings reflected the light, making her look radiant. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Yiqian, you're so beautiful! Going on a date tonight?"

"Hehe, really? Am I not pretty normally?"

"Of course you are! I want to be the first man to pursue you, so no one else can touch you!"

"Haha!" Chen Yiqian laughed loudly, "If you were a man, you wouldn't argue with me every day. You have no manners at all! I don't want that kind of man!"

"Is it wrong for a girl to be petty?" Zhao Ziwei deliberately grinned, revealing a set of snow-white teeth. Yes, girls are petty, including this fake girl herself.

Chen Yiqian smiled and slowly paced around the room. She had originally come to ask about the meeting, but since Zhao Ziwei had gone to do it, there was no need to worry.

Zhao Ziwei stared blankly at her body—her snow-white skin, her full breasts, and her pert bottom encased in a chiffon dress. Even the crisp sound of her high heels was a pleasure, and her hidden masculine impulse surfaced. She couldn't help but call out, "Yiqian!"

"Hmm!" Chen Yiqian turned around, her eyes bright and sparkling.

"Your butt is beautiful!"

"Hehe, Ziwei, you're so strange. Is my butt the only beautiful part of my body?"

"Of course not!" Zhao Ziwei laughed and couldn't help but pat her butt. "Hmm, it feels great, I like it!"

Chen Yiqian blinked repeatedly, unable to hide her joy. "Ziwei, if you were the boss and I were the subordinate, I would definitely report you for sexual harassment!"

"Why? Doesn't the boss have the right to like someone else?"

Chen Yiqian was stunned. Was she implying something? 07-11

Chapter 059, Dilemma for Men and Women

"Ziwei, are you really sure you want to do this?"

"Yes!"

It was the weekend, and Chen Yihui was called over. Zhao Ziwei was going to see an old friend and was preparing to return to her male form. Hearing that she wanted to remove the prosthetic breasts, Chen Yihui sighed. “Ziwei, go as a girl. You’ve already met Zhenzhen!”

“No, I have to go see my best friends as a girl! I can’t fool the whole world. I have a feeling they won’t accept me as a girl!”

“I know many people can’t accept cross-dressing. You can give them some hints first, like showing them photos of men dressed as women, or taking them to a cross-dressing performance. Explain to them that it’s just a hobby, not a disease!”

“Yihui, I know you understand, but society doesn’t allow it. You’ve seen it on websites too. Many people who see those photos either call it perverted or disgusting!” Zhao Ziwei suddenly thought of Liu Yu’s situation. “That lawyer who pursued me, his mentality as a man is normal, and his sexual ability is normal too. He got divorced just because he wore his wife’s nightgown!”

“Ziqiang, that’s an exception. Don’t assume everyone is against it!”

“Then who around you accepts it? I’m sure your parents don’t accept it.”

Chen Yihui was speechless. Although her parents hadn’t told her, the possibility of them accepting it was very small. If that's the case, what's the point of Zhao Ziqiang getting close to his sister? Does he intend to fall in love and then break them up?

Before coming, Chen Yihui was extremely anxious and even bought a men's wig, afraid that Zhao Ziqiang would get angry and cut his long hair. "Ziqiang, don't forget your promise to help Yiqian manage Xinhai. That's your ideal too!" She understood that talking about feelings was useless; only work could keep Zhao Ziqiang. "Why not stay as a girl until the end of the year, complete the Xinhai plan, and then leave?"

"Yihui, you're encouraging me to continue being a girl. Isn't that really selfish?"

Chen Yihui's expression became unnatural. "A little, but mainly for Yiqian's sake!"

"You started out for Yiqian, but you definitely don't anymore. Because I'm a girl, I can't pursue girls, let alone be intimate with them. I can only come to you when I need something. Your wishful thinking is to have a long-term lover without anyone finding out!"

Chen Yihui was startled, dropping the makeup remover in her hand, which hit her toe. She squatted down, clutching her toe, and cried out, "Ouch, ouch!"

"Stop pretending, Yihui, your little tricks! In the past month or so, I've learned a lot about girls, things you wouldn't tell me." Zhao Ziwei looked at her coldly and sighed, "You're so selfish, I really don't know how your boyfriend puts up with you."

Chen Yihui bit her lip, feeling fear in her heart, because it wasn't that she understood Zhao Ziqiang better, but that he understood her better. So, once he regained his manhood, with this kind of understanding of girls, would he become a playboy? Zhao Ziwei knew she had spoken too harshly, but she didn't want to apologize. If she let her do as she pleased, she probably wouldn't even care about marriage.

Ten minutes later, the prosthetic breast was removed, and Zhao Ziqiang felt a sense of relief. Having worn this thing for over a month, it felt like a part of his body; removing it left him with a sense of loss. "Yihui, can these two marks on my chest be removed? I want to go swimming again!"

Chen Yihui laughed. "Then wear a swimsuit!"

Zhao Ziqiang glared at her. "If they can't be removed, I'll put two circles on your chest too, forever, following you for life!"

Chen Yihui was unhappy, but dared not provoke him. Today, she reluctantly brought Zhao Ziqiang's men's clothing, but didn't want to use it, at least not recently.

In front of the dressing mirror, Zhao Ziqiang looked at himself, both familiar and unfamiliar. His lips, even after applying lipstick for so long, remained a pale red. He wore a men's t-shirt and a red skirt; his long, smooth, black hair was not typical of a boy.

After long-term corseting, Zhao Ziqiang's waist was only 27 inches; the pants were so wide they would fall down if he let go. Chen Yihui laughed, saying he was only suitable for skirts now. Zhao Ziqiang punched a new hole in his belt, finally managing to fasten the pants. As for his long hair, Zhao Ziqiang stared blankly in the mirror, then made a scissor gesture with his fingers.

"Ziwei, Ziqiang, don't cut it! I brought a wig!" Chen Yihui cried out in a panic, hugging him tightly. Zhao Ziqiang smiled; he couldn't bear to cut it. So he tied his long hair up and put on the wig. But even Chen Yihui felt something was off, saying, "Ziqiang, you look like... a woman dressed as a man!"

The more Zhao Ziqiang looked, the more something seemed wrong, and finally he lost his temper. "Chen Yihui, it's all your fault! Now I don't look like a man at all!"

With a "bang," a bottle of makeup remover was smashed against the corner of the wall, shattering and spilling liquid. Zhao Ziqiang lay on the bed, angry. His wig fell off, and his smooth, long hair came loose again. Finally, he screamed several times, "Ah... ah..." The sound hurt Chen Yihui's ears, and she retreated to the corner in fear. After a while, she swept up the shards on the floor and then wiped the floor with a damp cloth. Zhao Ziqiang suddenly jumped up and grabbed her, saying, "Chen Yihui, you bastard, you've ruined me!"

Chen Yihui shrank back in panic. She had never seen him so angry in all the years they had known each other. "Ziqiang, don't be angry, let's talk this out!"

Zhao Ziqiang held her arms. "I want you to remember, I'm a man, a man!"

Chen Yihui was pushed onto the bed, terrified by his outburst. "Ziqiang, I know, you're a man, I've always known!"

"No, what good is it if only you know? Now the whole world treats me like a woman!"

"No, Ziqiang, after this period, you'll recover. Then you'll still be the handsome Zhao Ziqiang, and girls will fall for you again!"

"No, not later, I'll prove it to you now, I'm a man!"

Before Chen Yihui could react, he pinned her down, kissing her frantically, his hands roughly kneading her breasts. Chen Yihui thought he would calm down after a while, but instead, he reached under her skirt, ripped her underwear in two swift movements, and then quickly entered her body. The impact of his collision caused Chen Yihui to cry out in pain. "Ziqiang, don't do this! You know perfectly well that I'm willing to do anything with you, whenever you want."

"I'll show you what a man is right now!"

"No, this isn't a man, it's a beast." Chen Yihui trembled with pain. "Ziqiang, let me go! Don't do this! You're hurting me! I'm Yihui, your Yihui!"

Zhao Ziqiang's body stiffened, all movement halting. He bit his lip tightly, trying to hold back his tears. "I'm sorry, Yihui! I'm sorry, Yihui!"

Chen Yihui hugged him, crying. "Ziqiang, I know you've been suffering lately, I know! If you want, I'm yours. This isn't repayment, it's because I truly love you!"

Zhao Ziqiang lowered his head sadly. He knew this girl loved him, but she was a mixture of devil and angel, repeatedly luring him into traps. But his beastly behavior was undeniable, and there was no excuse. He turned and got out of bed, intending to leave the bedroom to calm down.

But Chen Yihui clung tightly to his waist. “Ziqiang, don’t go, let me help you!”

“Yihui, I…” Zhao Ziqiang murmured, “I don’t want to be a beast.”

Chen Yihui pressed her face against his chest and said softly, “Ziqiang, don’t speak, just feel it with your heart, okay! God created men and women so that they would take care of and complement each other. I know you are a man, I just want to tell you that there are many kinds of gentleness in women.”

Zhao Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, but still let her fall onto the bed. Chen Yihui leaned down and kissed his cheeks, neck, chest, and lower abdomen. She knew men’s sensitive areas well, and she understood men’s psychology. Zhao Ziqiang’s body trembled as he felt the cool caresses, as if he had entered another world.

“Ziqiang, you’ve always made me happy before, today let me do it for you. Close your eyes, use your hands, use your heart to feel!” Chen Yihui understood that her attachment to this man had not disappeared, and she wanted to make this man happy, to make him remember her for the rest of his life.

Zhao Ziqiang felt thirsty, and his body began to twist gently, his hands roaming over his smooth body.

A beautiful room, a cozy bedroom, a soft bed, a naked man, a beautiful woman.

Zhao Ziqiang cupped her flawless face in his hands, watching the blush creep up her cheeks, his breathing quickening.

Chen Yihui's captivating eyes were now hazy with intoxication. They looked at each other, both silent.

Slowly, Zhao Ziqiang brought his lips to hers. Chen Yihui closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, her chest heaving, clearly nervous.

Finally, he kissed Chen Yihui's delicate cherry lips, a faint fragrance emanating from them, igniting Zhao Ziqiang's desire.

Zhao Ziqiang extended his tongue, first licking Chen Yihui's lips, then parting her slightly closed teeth, finally intertwining it with her small, smooth tongue.

A soft "hmm" escaped Chen Yihui's throat, her whole body trembled violently, and then she went limp.

Hearing such a sound at this moment is undoubtedly a catalyst for a man, and Zhao Ziqiang's desire burned even brighter.

Chen Yihui responded passionately, her fragrant tongue intertwining with Zhao Ziqiang's as they slid into his mouth.

Zhao Ziqiang sucked on Chen Yihui's tongue, savoring it like a delicacy, swirling it around in his mouth. Her tongue was so delicate and smooth, it was truly intoxicating.

Chen Yihui's entire body softened and leaned into Zhao Ziqiang's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck like a snake.

Zhao Ziqiang cupped her slender waist in his hands, slowly kneading Chen Yihui's body.

This long kiss lasted a full five minutes, until they were both breathless before finally stopping.

Chen Yihui opened her captivating eyes and looked at Zhao Ziqiang hazily, saying, "Ziqiang, do you like me?"

Zhao Ziqiang smiled gently, "Of course I like you."

Chen Yihui leaned against Zhao Ziqiang's chest, her body soft and yielding to his touch.

Zhao Ziqiang didn't remove Chen Yihui's dress; he simply leaned down to kiss her fair neck, while one hand slipped under her dress into her private domain.

"Ah..."

Chen Yihui moaned happily, wrapping her arms around Zhao Ziqiang's head, letting him slowly enjoy her.

Her skin was so smooth and delicate that it was hard to be too rough with her.

After Zhao Ziqiang's hand slipped inside Chen Yihui's dress, he chuckled; she had only been wearing an outer garment, not a bra.

Chen Yihui's round, firm breasts seemed to be waiting for him to play with them. Then, Zhao Ziqiang suddenly ripped off the shoulder strap of her dress.

Sometimes, a little force can achieve better results.

Chen Yihui seemed caught off guard by Zhao Ziqiang's actions. She abruptly opened her eyes, but when she saw him gazing at her fair and delicate body, she closed them again, straightening her posture as if waiting for him to possess her.

Zhao Ziqiang carefully admired Chen Yihui's body; it was fair and delicate, her breasts round and firm, with two small, lovely nipples standing proudly, her smooth skin flawless.

Zhao Ziqiang slowly removed her dress, revealing a pair of shapely, long legs, equally smooth and rounded. Only a pair of tight black thongs seemed somewhat disproportionate to her full, white hips, appearing a little too tight, but this only accentuated her figure.

He leaned down again, extending his tongue to lick Chen Yihui's pink nipples. The moment Zhao Ziqiang's tongue touched her nipples, Chen Yihui shuddered violently, as if electrocuted, and her small nipples quickly became erect, indicating that she too had begun to become aroused.

Chen Yihui let out a soft moan, tightly embracing Zhao Ziqiang's head as he suckled her breast. He was sucking on one breast while his other hand vigorously kneaded the other, his fingers occasionally pinching her nipple.

Her nipples remained erect and hard under Zhao Ziqiang's teasing.

Chen Yihui also kissed Zhao Ziqiang's ear from time to time, and when excited, she would bite his shoulder, but not very hard.

Zhao Ziqiang knew the time had come, so while kissing Chen Yihui's body, his one hand slowly kneaded her body downwards, brushing over her flat, smooth abdomen, and his hand slipped inside Chen Yihui's panties.

"Ah..."

she moaned dreamily, kicking her legs slightly, then hugging him even tighter.

Zhao Ziqiang was revisiting this place; when he first met this alluring beauty, he knew that her pubic hair was sparse.

Now Chen Yihui's vulva was high and erect, and there was a damp feeling in her panties; it seemed that Zhao Ziqiang had aroused her.

Zhao Ziqiang's hand slowly caressed the slit, gently rubbing her clitoris with his index finger, lightly flicking Chen Yihui's labia with his thumb and middle finger, and slowly exploring the opening with his ring finger.

Chen Yihui's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her face flushed, her brows furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, and she moaned softly, clearly aroused.

Seeing that she was ready, Zhao Ziqiang lifted Chen Yihui's buttocks and pulled down her last remaining garment, her underwear.

Only then did Zhao Ziqiang truly appreciate her genitals. Her full, white mons pubis was prominently raised, and her labia resembled tightly closed seashells, with only a narrow slit in the middle. The opening he had just explored now glistened with a crystalline fluid.

Chen Yihui seemed to realize Zhao Ziqiang was watching her, so she crossed her legs and curled up. This only accentuated the fullness and prominence of her mons pubis, even exposing her anus hidden beneath her vaginal opening.

She seemed to immediately realize this as well, so she sat up and coquettishly covered Zhao Ziqiang's face, saying, "Don't look, don't look..."

Zhao Ziqiang removed Chen Yihui's hands and said gently, "I not only want to look, but I also want to savor it!"

Hearing this, Chen Yihui stared nervously at Zhao Ziqiang, her chest heaving even more.

Her breasts were so full, so alluring; no wonder she had studied abroad, her breasts were truly international.

Zhao Ziqiang couldn't resist pressing his face against hers, burying it between her breasts, to feel her heartbeat, to feel her tenderness.

Chen Yihui then embraced Zhao Ziqiang and said gently, "Ziqiang, even though I'm married, the only person I'll ever love is you."

She had made her feelings even clearer to Zhao Ziqiang. Hearing this, he smiled; he knew his place in her heart.

Zhao Ziqiang knelt on the bed, spreading Chen Yihui's thighs apart, exposing her genitals to him.

Chen Yihui obediently parted her legs, and Zhao Ziqiang buried his head, kissing her lips. This time, she seemed truly electrified, letting out a gasp.

Ignoring this, Zhao Ziqiang extended his tongue to lick Chen Yihui's labia, teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, even inserting his tongue into her vagina.

This time, she truly couldn't take it anymore; her supple waist twisted like a snake, her full buttocks swayed incessantly, and her jade-like legs trembled in waves, seemingly in spasm.

Immediately, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out like a burst dam, a sticky, milky-white liquid with a slightly fishy and salty taste.

Zhao Ziqiang licked and savored it with his tongue, making smacking sounds.

He first inserted his tongue into Chen Yihui's vagina, teasing her inside until a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. Then, Zhao Ziqiang used his tongue, still wet with the fluid, to lick her entire vulva, not even sparing Chen Yihui's anus, because he wanted to...

Chen Yihui, at this point, had no more girlish modesty, and began to moan and groan, "Ah, ah... um... you're so good at this, ah... I'm wet again, ah... ah..."

Zhao Ziqiang saw that it was almost time, so he straightened up, his penis showing no signs of fatigue, erect and pointing straight up.

The swollen, engorged glans was purplish-red, the penis erect, twitching with the glans, as if showing off its power.

Zhao Ziqiang knelt before Chen Yihui, legs spread, and said, "Try it! It'll make you feel like you're in heaven later."

Chen Yihui grunted and covered her face with her hands, "No."

Zhao Ziqiang knew she wouldn't listen, so he added, "If you don't make it slippery first, it'll hurt down there later!"

This worked. She removed her hands, stared at Zhao Ziqiang's penis for a moment, and asked, "Won't it be dirty?"

"How could it be dirty..."

Hearing this, Chen Yihui used her delicate hands to hold Zhao Ziqiang's penis, preventing it from throbbing, and then put it in her mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqiang couldn't help but tremble; a jolt of electricity shot through his body from her mouth.

Because Zhao Ziqiang's penis was very large, Chen Yihui could only take in the glans and a small part of it. So she constantly swallowed and released his penis, gently rubbing the edge of the glans with her teeth, licking the urethral opening with her small, slippery tongue, occasionally licking and sucking it. Meanwhile, the hand holding Zhao Ziqiang's penis stroked it rhythmically, occasionally squeezing the thickest vein at the base.

Zhao Ziqiang closed his eyes, pressing Chen Yihui's head down with both hands, his penis moving in and out of her mouth as if he were having sex with her mouth.

After a long time, Zhao Ziqiang felt he was almost there, so he withdrew his penis. It was covered in his saliva and his own fluids, much more lubricated now.

His penis throbbed and glistened.

Zhao Ziqiang placed a pillow under Chen Yihui's buttocks, and she lay there, her tongue swirling in her mouth, as if tasting the fluids that had just flowed from his penis.

After he placed the pillow under Chen Yihui's buttocks, she seemed to know what Zhao Ziqiang was about to do, but she simply spread her legs wider and whispered to him, "You...you be gentle..."

These words were like an aphrodisiac to Zhao Ziqiang. He lifted his penis with one hand, first rubbing the glans against Chen Yihui's labia, then aiming at the entrance and thrusting forward.

Chen Yihui's body arched, and she let out a soft "hmm" through her nose. At this point, Zhao Ziqiang's penis had only penetrated about a third of the way; clearly, although there was no longer any obstruction in front, advancing was still quite difficult.

Zhao Ziqiang thrust suddenly, and Chen Yihui trembled all over, letting out a cry of "Ah!" as she tightly embraced him, her brows furrowed, and a string of tears streamed down her beautiful eyes.

It was entirely psychological. Although Zhao Ziqiang's weapon was powerful, Chen Yihui had already endured it several times, and her former fierceness had vanished...

Gradually, Chen Yihui's arms, which had been tightly wrapped around Zhao Ziqiang, began to relax, and her full buttocks began to slowly undulate under the influence of her slender waist.

Zhao Ziqiang knew it was about time, so he began to slowly thrust.

"Ah, ah... um... ah..."

Chen Yihui's moans became more rhythmic, and Zhao Ziqiang's thrusts became more forceful.

Zhao Ziqiang always felt that Chen Yihui's vagina was so narrow, making him linger. Although they had done it many times, it was still incredibly tight. At first, it was difficult to thrust inside, but gradually, her vagina began to secrete a slippery fluid, which made his thrusts easier.

After a while, Zhao Ziqiang placed Chen Yihui's legs on his shoulders, leaned forward, and tried to make her vagina as short and narrow as possible, so that the feeling of penetration would be even more pleasurable.

Chen Yihui's vagina was already quite narrow, and with this added tightness, Zhao Ziqiang felt his penis being tightly wrapped and gripped by a soft, elastic wall of flesh with each thrust. The inside of her vagina sucked at him repeatedly, and the vaginal fluid gushing from Zhao Ziqiang's uterus sprayed onto his glans, making it incredibly pleasurable.

"Ah...ah...Ziqiang, you're making me feel so good, um...harder, um...ah...I can't take it anymore, ah...it's leaking again...ah...I love you so much...good man..."

Chen Yihui's moans, accompanied by the squelching sounds of Zhao Ziqiang's thrusts, kept him aroused, and Zhao Ziqiang became more and more vigorous with each thrust.

This position lasted for a long time, and Zhao Ziqiang felt he should change things up. So he whispered something in Chen Yihui's ear, and she let out a soft moan, covering her face, but then rolled over, arching her buttocks high.

Under the light, Chen Yihui's snow-white buttocks gleamed, her vagina opening opening and closing as if beckoning Zhao Ziqiang to enter. He aimed at the opening again and thrust in…

“Ah… oh… so good, ah… I’m going to fly, um… harder, ah… ah ah… ah… I can’t take it anymore…”

At this point, Chen Yihui had completely become a slut, even more extreme than a typical slut.

They were both drenched in sweat. Chen Yihui's flowing hair, damp with sweat, clung to her back, face, chest, and mouth. She squinted her eyes excitedly, tilting her head back. Her round buttocks moved with each thrust of Zhao Ziqiang, her full breasts trembling violently with each movement.

Zhao Ziqiang occasionally reached out to knead her engorged nipples.

Then, he gripped Chen Yihui's waist with one hand and pulled her hair from behind with the other, making her head tilt even higher, before forcefully thrusting into her again.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...I peed again..."

With Chen Yihui's cries, streams of vaginal fluid poured onto Zhao Ziqiang's glans.

Overwhelmed by the hot fluid, Zhao Ziqiang couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly flipped her over and thrust his penis against her vulva, pumping violently.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die, ah..."

With Chen Yihui's final scream, Zhao Ziqiang's scalding semen gushed from his urethra. He pressed his penis firmly against her vulva, letting the semen spray freely into Chen Yihui's uterus.

Chen Yihui's uterus, drenched by Zhao Ziqiang's semen, couldn't help but ejaculate again.

The scalding semen Zhao Ziqiang ejaculated mingled and coursed within Chen Yihui's body. Her previously straight back went limp, and she kept moaning, "Ah...um...so good, um..."

Her voice gradually weakened, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Satisfied, he lay down on Chen Yihui's soft, boneless body, their two sweaty bodies pressed tightly together.

Although Zhao Ziqiang had just ejaculated, his penis was still hard, incredibly hard, and remained inside Chen Yihui's vagina without softening.

Zhao Ziqiang didn't pull out his penis; it remained inside Chen Yihui's warm, moist opening, immersed in their bodily fluids—a feeling that was extremely pleasurable.

This was also good for Chen Yihui, as it allowed her to feel her lower body still full.

They lay there resting for a while, both silently savoring the frenzy and excitement of their recent encounter.

After a while, Zhao Ziqiang broke the silence, saying, "How was it? Comfortable? Want to do it again?"

Chen Yihui opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Again? Aren't you tired?"

Looking at her surprised expression, Zhao Ziqiang kissed Chen Yihui's eyes deeply and laughed, "I'd be willing to die from exhaustion on your body, as long as you're happy."

Hearing such sweet words, Chen Yihui hugged Zhao Ziqiang tightly again, giving him a sweet kiss, then smiled mischievously and said, "This time I'll serve you."

Saying this, she rolled over and pinned him beneath her.

Zhao Ziqiang's interest was piqued; he wanted to see how she would serve him.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqiang's penis was still inside her vagina. Chen Yihui sat up and slowly pulled his penis out with one hand. Her smooth vulva was already red and swollen from his thrusting.

His penis was covered in a milky white fluid with a faint, musky smell. When Chen Yihui removed Zhao Ziqiang's penis, a considerable amount of viscous fluid flowed down her inner thighs.

Seeing this, Zhao Ziqiang's penis began to throb and stir again.

"Get some paper to wipe it clean!"

Zhao Ziqiang said casually, his head resting on his hands.

"No, don't use paper,"

Chen Yihui said shyly. "Just lie there and enjoy it!"

As she spoke, she knelt down beside Zhao Ziqiang, cupped his erect penis in her hands, and swallowed it with her small mouth.

"Oh..."

Zhao Ziqiang groaned comfortably as Chen Yihui diligently licked his penis.

Although Zhao Ziqiang's penis wasn't at its maximum size yet, it was still quite a struggle for Chen Yihui to swallow it whole.

But she seemed to be deliberately trying to please him, so she tried her best to swallow the entire penis each time.

Obviously, her mouth was still a bit small; when Chen Yihui swallowed the whole penis, Zhao Ziqiang could feel the glans pressing against her throat.

It's uncomfortable to have something touching your throat, and Zhao Ziqiang could see that Chen Yihui's eyes were already a little moist.

Zhao Ziqiang, feeling a pang of pity, said, "Don't be

so hard on yourself." At this point, Chen Yihui stopped forcing herself. She spat out half of his penis and then carefully licked it with her delicate tongue. She used her slippery tongue to wipe away the fluid, occasionally circling the glans like a female dog savoring a bone.

Chen Yihui's hands were also busy; one hand moved up and down along with her mouth, while the other hand kneaded his scrotum and testicles. Then, she brought her mouth closer, taking the testicles into her mouth and teasing them.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yihui was so skilled, and Zhao Ziqiang felt waves of pleasure washing over him.

At this moment, his penis swelled up again, filling Chen Yihui's small mouth once more. She worked even harder, her tongue wrapping around Zhao Ziqiang's glans, stroking it up and down. His scrotum gradually contracted, tightly enveloping his testicles.

Zhao Ziqiang was enjoying this most wonderful thing in the world with his eyes closed when suddenly he felt a finger insert into his anus. Zhao Ziqiang felt as if he had been electrocuted, his waist went numb, his penis stiffened, and a thick stream of semen spurted out again.

He sat up and saw that Chen Yihui's mouth and face were covered in it.

Seeing her satisfied smile, Zhao Ziqiang knew it must be her doing. Without saying a word, he lifted Chen Yihui's legs and laid her down on the bed, then placed his penis in front of her and commanded, "You bad boy, lick it clean for me."

Chen Yihui happily closed her eyes and took Zhao Ziqiang's penis back into her mouth, continuing to lick it.

Watching her close her eyes and lick her penis, so incredibly alluring, Zhao Ziqiang's heart fluttered.

He immediately withdrew his penis and pressed his lips to hers.

Chen Yihui moaned softly, clearly very excited. Their tongues intertwined, tasting the fluid Zhao Ziqiang had ejaculated on her face and into her mouth—a unique kind of kiss.

It was another long kiss, after which they both let out a long sigh.

Zhao Ziqiang leaned down and whispered in Chen Yihui's ear, "Now it's my turn to serve you."

He then slipped his hand between her legs.

Chen Yihui let out a soft moan and covered her face.

Zhao Ziqiang rubbed Chen Yihui's clitoris with his thumb, while his index and middle fingers probed inside her vagina. Chen Yihui's body arched, and she began to moan again.

Soon, Chen Yihui's vaginal fluid flowed out again. Zhao Ziqiang withdrew his fingers, guiding the fluid down to her anus.

Zhao Ziqiang pressed his thumb against her anus, kneading it incessantly with the help of her vaginal fluid. Chen Yihui's full buttocks writhed under his skillful massage.

Chen Yihui already knew what Zhao Ziqiang was going to do, but she had never done it there before. She asked shyly, "Will it work there?"

Zhao Ziqiang laughed, "You'll know once you try."

Chen Yihui nodded shyly, but her expression was tense, her breasts heaving up and down. After all, this was even more stimulating than normal intercourse.

Her anus gradually relaxed under Zhao Ziqiang's massage. He turned Chen Yihui's body over, raising her buttocks high and closing her legs tightly. This position stretched Chen Yihui's anus even wider.

Zhao Ziqiang lifted his glans and rubbed it against Chen Yihui's labia to lubricate it. Then he applied some vaginal fluid to her anus and slowly pushed his glans inside...

Although Zhao Ziqiang had done so much preparation, the anus is not a vagina. His glans had only gone in a little when Chen Yihui couldn't take it anymore, gasping for breath and groaning in pain...

Zhao Ziqiang continued to push, and seeing Chen Yihui's pained expression gave him a sense of satisfaction, because the more pain he caused her, the more pleasure she would feel.

As the saying goes, "No pain, no gain,"

and finally, even Zhao Ziqiang was surprised; his enormous penis was completely inside.

Only then did Chen Yihui let out a long breath and begin to moan.

He could feel that Chen Yihui's anus was completely filled, and Zhao Ziqiang could feel his penis being gripped so tightly and pleasurably.

Zhao Ziqiang began to slowly thrust…

“Oh…ah…oh…I’m going to die…oh…”

Chen Yihui was even more frenzied this time, frequently tossing her head back and tossing her long hair, creating large, beautiful golden waves.

Seeing her white, round, plump buttocks raised in front of him, Zhao Ziqiang couldn’t help but slap them down. With a “smack,” five red finger marks appeared on Chen Yihui’s snow-white buttocks, which only further stimulated her lust. With each slap, she cried out excitedly…

“Ah, slap harder, ah…oh…I’m going to fly, oh…flying…”

Streams of vaginal fluid shot out from Chen Yihui’s vaginal opening as she cried out excitedly, clearly having reached orgasm.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhao Ziqiang quickly pulled out his penis, flipped Chen Yihui over, and ejaculated his hot, thick semen onto her face, her mouth, her breasts, and her entire body.

After ejaculating, Zhao Ziqiang smeared the remaining semen on Chen Yihui's erect nipples. She, with her eyes closed, used her fingers to rub the semen all over her chest, making her breasts glisten, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

After their climax, they showered and fell asleep in each other's arms. When Chen Yihui woke up, she was startled to find him gone, jumping up and rushing out of the bedroom without even putting on her clothes. She then found Zhao Ziqiang at the computer, and breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against the wall, she watched quietly. This man had so much energy; he started working after only a short rest.

Zhao Ziqiang was dressed in men's clothing, his long hair tied in a ponytail, which was somewhat unusual. Seeing him stretch, Chen Yihui walked up behind him and asked, "Ziqiang, what are you writing?" "

A development plan for Xinhai, and an advertising case analysis. I want to leave something useful for Yiqian; I don't want to hear her say, 'What an incompetent director!'"

"Hehe, no way, you've never been an irresponsible person. I want to tell you, whether you're Zhao Ziqiang or Zhao Ziwei, I love you the same!"

Zhao Ziqiang laughed, turning around to gently stroke her face. "Yihui, I didn't wear a condom earlier, will you need to take a pill?"

"It's okay, I'll buy one when we go out!" Chen Yihui couldn't help but kiss his cheek. She was filled with fantasies about this man, but she also had some responsibilities she was unwilling to uphold.

Next, Zhao Ziqiang stopped talking, his fingers clicking incessantly on the keyboard, sometimes frowning, sometimes flipping through magazines looking for information. Chen Yihui sat on the sofa, holding a magazine, but her eyes remained fixed on Zhao Ziqiang.

The only time Zhao Ziqiang stood up was to go into the room to thicken his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, then he returned to the computer. Half an hour later, he let out a long sigh, turned to look at her, and smiled. Chen Yihui was stunned. This man's smile was full of sunshine, his bright eyes seeming to whisper sweet nothings to a lover. Her heart pounded, and she thought: God, if he confessed his love to me, I wouldn't want anyone else, I'd stay with him forever.

"Yihui, could you get me the electronic keyboard? I want to play a piece for you!"

"Okay!" Chen Yihui blushed; it turned out he hadn't confessed his feelings. She took out the electronic keyboard, only to find Zhao Ziqiang holding nail clippers. She exclaimed in surprise, "Ziqiang, don't cut them!"

"Yihui, it's okay!" Zhao Ziqiang smiled and quickly trimmed her nails, not perfectly straight, but not as neat as a normal girl's. This action made Chen Yihui's heart pound. She asked curiously, "Yihui, I'm the one who should be nervous, what are you afraid of?"

"I..." Chen Yihui clutched her chest. Yes, she was afraid.

Zhao Ziqiang selected the key and rhythm, and said softly, "Yihui, we're always so busy, we don't have time to slow down. Listen to me play a piece, relax!"

Chen Yihui nodded, but thought to herself, how could you possibly calm down now?

A gentle melody began to flow from his fingertips, filling the entire room, like the babbling of a mountain stream, or the singing of birds in the forest. Chen Yihui was astonished. Was this the same angry man from before playing? The notes were so light and cheerful, like the morning sunlight, or a stroll through the woods. Unconsciously, she was captivated, immersed in endless fantasy. It seemed she was wandering in her own dream world, closing her eyes, drifting, searching…

The piece ended, but the music lingered, unwilling to leave. Chen Yihui opened her eyes in surprise, unable to believe it was him who played it; three years ago, he hadn't possessed this skill. In the past month or so, the more she understood this man, the greater her surprises became.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ziqiang was equally astonished, an expression of disbelief on his face. “I’ve played this piece so many times, but I’ve never found this feeling before. Today, I’ve found it!”

Seeing his radiant expression, Chen Yihui jumped up excitedly and hugged him tightly. When she released her hands, her face was covered in tears. She understood that she had missed him three years ago, perhaps for a lifetime.

Zhao Ziqiang patted her back. “Silly girl, I was just playing a song for you, not saying goodbye, why are you crying!”

Chen Yihui choked out, “You have to promise me that no matter who you marry, you’ll still talk to me, you can’t hang up on me, you can’t pretend you don’t know me, you can’t…”

“Okay, I promise!” Zhao Ziqiang’s nose tingled.

Chen Yihui turned away to wipe her tears. She thought that no matter how things developed in the future, she had to accept the reality that he no longer loved her. Seeing him continue working at the computer, Chen Yihui understood that he was stronger than she had imagined; that feminine face had not changed his masculine nature.

As it approached dark, Zhao Ziqiang finally put down his work, thought for a while, and said, “Yihui, can you help me reattach it?”

“Okay!” Chen Yihui was overjoyed; there was still hope for her sister.

In front of the dressing table, Zhao Ziqiang looked at his face in the mirror, which was six parts feminine and four parts masculine, without joy or sorrow. Chen Yihui carefully attached the prosthetic breast to him, pressed it firmly, and meticulously applied concealer to the joint until no trace was visible. She asked softly, "Ziqiang, will you fall in love with Yiqian?"

Zhao Ziqiang's eyes immediately softened. "That piece of music was wonderful. I really wanted to play it for Yiqian. I have a feeling she'll like it!"

Chen Yihui was stunned. Hadn't he always said he and Chen Yiqian were incompatible? Why did he immediately want to share this wonderful piece with her? She felt uneasy, both hoping for a miracle and afraid that it would elude her.

After putting on makeup and changing into a dress, Zhao Ziqiang transformed into Zhao Ziwei again. Today was not only a meeting with an old friend and a request for information, but also a form of communication. As for what would happen after the meeting, she didn't want to think about it anymore. She would accept her fate while struggling.

Before leaving the apartment, Zhao Ziwei said, "Yihui, you should understand that no one can control me anymore, whether I wear a dress or pants. My future life is my own decision, and my destiny is in my own hands!"

Chapter 60, A Terrifying Date

: Zhao Ziwei hesitated at first about what to wear when meeting Zhang Quan. Chen Yihui suggested that since she was appearing as a girl, she should wear a pretty floral dress, something cool and comfortable. However, Zhao Ziwei chose a suit, aiming for a more polished and professional look, not wanting the floral dress to appear overly coquettish. She liked this purple suit; she wore it on her first day at Xinhai.

"Ziqiang, talk to him nicely. Even if he overreacts, don't get agitated. You're good friends; he'll understand!"

"I hope so!" Zhao Ziwei prayed inwardly, but her premonition was ominous. She refused Chen Yihui's offer to drive her, not wanting others to see the scene.

Arriving at the restaurant, Zhao Ziwei was ten minutes late, afraid of waiting. Although she had reminded Zhang Quan that she was a new face, what was his reaction?

Zhang Quan was drinking tea when a young woman in a purple suit sat down in front of him. He was a little surprised, but the woman spoke first: "Zhang Quan, it's me, Zhao Ziqiang!"

Hearing this familiar male voice, Zhang Quan was startled, choking on half of his tea and swallowing the other half. He coughed a few times before asking, his face flushed, "You, you really are Ziqiang?"

"Yes, it's me!" Zhao Ziwei looked around. "Zhang Quan, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak in a woman's voice, so people won't think I'm a monster!"

Zhang Quan lowered his head to wipe the water from his chin with a tissue, also glancing around. He nervously looked at the girl. Although she resembled Zhao Ziqiang, her appearance was different. The girl had delicate features, crescent-shaped eyebrows, and rosy cheeks. "Are you really Ziqiang? Not his sister or younger sister?"

"I only have one older sister, and she married and moved abroad a long time ago, you know that!"

Zhang Quan was still very nervous. "Can you prove you're Ziqiang?"

Zhao Ziwei was a little nervous, but still joked with him, "How can I prove it? Do you want me to take off my clothes for you?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" Zhang Quan panicked, waving his hands wildly, as if he were being rude to a young lady.

Zhao Ziwei realized this joke was inappropriate, but Zhang Quan's reaction was unexpectedly strong. “Zhang Quan, I’m really sorry. For some special reason, I need to dress as a girl for a while, but my body, mind, and psychology are still completely that of a man!”

“You…you like this…who would believe you’re a man!” Fear filled Zhang Quan’s face, and his words became unnatural. “You’re wearing earrings, makeup, and lipstick!”

“I’m sorry, Zhang Quan, I can’t tell you the reason right now. After a while, when things have calmed down, I’ll tell you everything!” Zhao Ziwei leaned closer and whispered, “You’re my good friend, and I really hope you can understand me and not treat me like a monster!”

“But you’re scaring me!” Zhang Quan looked around anxiously, even his grip on the handrail felt like he was about to run away. “How can I understand you like this? Why don’t you go ask your parents if they can understand?”

“Zhang Quan, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but I have a reason, I really have a reason!” Zhao Ziwei began to panic, not expecting her old friend’s reaction to be so strong. "Please don't tell anyone, not even my parents, or I'm doomed!"

"Even if there's a reason, you can't turn into a woman!" Zhang Quan slapped his forehead. "God, my best friend has turned into a woman, am I going to go crazy?"

“Zhang Quan! Can’t you be normal for once? This is a public place!”

“If you’re not normal, how can I be?” Zhang Quan held his teacup, swirling it around a few times without drinking. “You’re not only wearing a skirt, but you’re also wearing makeup. What’s the difference between you and a woman?”

Zhao Ziwei was scared, but she couldn’t control other people’s thoughts, so she joked and asked softly, “Why? Am I not pretty?”

Zhang Quan spat out a mouthful of tea. This action attracted the attention of those around him. He smiled awkwardly, his face a kaleidoscope of expressions. “Is this why you broke up with Zhenzhen?”

“No, it’s because after breaking up with Zhenzhen that I dressed like this!”

“You’re just dressing up?” Zhang Quan pointed at her chest. “Did you have surgery?”

“No, no,” Zhao Ziwei immediately explained, “They’re all the original parts, nothing’s missing… Now these two are fake!” She used a bowl upside down on the table to show him.

Zhang Quan didn’t speak, blinking incessantly, occasionally glancing up at her. He was still very nervous. Before, the two of them could talk about anything, but now he was facing a “strange woman.” Zhao Ziwei took a business card from her handbag and handed it to him. "This is my current identity. I don't know if it will be useful to you, but you're a good friend of mine, and I wanted you to know."

Zhang Quan held the card and read softly, "Zhao Ziwei, Creative Director of Xinhai Advertising Company. Oh, her gender has changed, and she's been promoted..."

After a moment of silence, they still hadn't ordered food; everyone needed time to adjust to this situation. Zhao Ziwei smiled and asked in a neutral voice, "How are you doing? You're getting married soon, are you feeling normal?"

"Pretty normal, like everyone else, a little excited, a little worried..." Zhang Quan paused here, realizing he wasn't talking to an old friend, but to a girl.

Zhao Ziwei felt a bitter taste in her mouth, knowing that appearing in this form would cause trouble. “Zhang Quan, you’re my good friend. If you don’t understand, then no one else will!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared.” Zhang Quan finally sighed. “To be honest, I really don’t understand! Tell me, who accepts your new look? Does Yuan Jia accept it?”

“I haven’t told him yet!” Zhao Ziwei sighed. “I was just a little curious about girls’ clothes, but I never thought I’d actually be living a girl’s life. Now I’m in a bind.”

“What’s so hard to get out of? Is someone forcing you to wear a skirt at knifepoint?” Zhang Quan said coldly. He hadn’t smiled once in the ten minutes they’d met. “If you don’t want to, who can order you to? Unless you want to yourself. I’ve known you for years, how come I didn’t know you had this fetish?”

Zhao Ziwei bit her lip. “Zhang Quan, don’t be so harsh. We’re good friends!”

“Good friends?” Zhang Quan shuddered. “My good friend Zhao Ziqiang is a man!”

“I have an agreement with someone to live like this for three months. I’m not doing anything bad; I’m helping a family. They asked me to do this.” Zhao Ziwei explained softly, “I need a girl’s identity to do this!”

“Helping them with what? Dressing up as a woman to seduce men?” Zhang Quan frowned, a disgusted expression on his face. “You wouldn’t be hugging and kissing men, would you? Does your boyfriend know your body is different? What if someone wants to be intimate with you…”

“Zhang Quan!” In her panic, Zhao Ziwei blurted out a male voice. She was too nervous and couldn’t adjust her tone properly.

Zhang Quan’s body trembled as he listened to the mixed male and female voices and looked at Zhao Ziwei, who was now both male and female. He looked around, seemed to feel cold, and couldn’t help but rub his arms to ward off the cold. “I’m sorry, Ziqiang, I can’t accept your new image. I have to go!”

“Zhang Quan!” Zhao Ziwei called softly, reaching out but not daring to grab him.

Zhang Quan was too nervous; his foot tripped over a chair leg, and he almost fell. Zhao Ziwei immediately reached out to help him, but Zhang Quan abruptly shook off her hand and staggered out of the restaurant.

Zhao Ziwei's heart sank; her hands trembled, and she was filled with fear. She hurriedly paid the bill and left, but just as she reached the door, her legs gave way and she almost fell. The receptionist quickly caught her.

As she walked out the door, she vaguely heard voices behind her: "Her boyfriend just ran away. He has no manners at all!" "Yeah, just before we ordered, I heard them talking about preparing for their wedding. I can't believe they broke up so quickly. Sigh, so pitiful!" "Yeah, that guy is heartless. He didn't want such a beautiful girl. He's blind!"

Zhao Ziwei smiled bitterly, realizing she had become a woman who had been abandoned. She had thought that being found out by Zhenzhen would be the end of the world, but now it seemed no different. Even her best friend couldn't understand, let alone anyone else. Before going to the appointment, she had promised Chen Yihui that she would help Chen Yiqian no matter what before leaving. Forget it, she couldn't take it anymore. She should go home and write her resignation letter. Just then,

Chen Yiqian and a girl walked towards her. "Ziwei, shopping alone?"

"No, I just finished dinner with friends!" Zhao Ziwei wanted to talk to her, but the girl had a friend with her, and she felt the girl looked familiar, though she couldn't place where she'd seen her before.

Chen Yiqian invited her to go shopping together, but Zhao Ziwei's expression changed because she recognized her companion. Good heavens, she was… Zhao Ziwei's heart pounded, and she quickly said goodbye and left. She only breathed a sigh of relief after getting into a taxi, because the girl with Chen Yiqian was Zhang Quan's fiancée, whose surname seemed to be Huang. Although the other woman didn't recognize her, she felt panicked.

Her phone rang twice, but she didn't answer; she really didn't know what to say to Chen Yiqian. Back at her apartment, she found a text message from Zhang Quan on Zhao Ziqiang's phone: "I'm sorry, Ziqiang, I can't accept your new image. I'm very sorry, I've lost a good friend."

Tears streamed down Zhao Ziwei's face; she truly looked like a fragile girl. It seemed her girlhood was finally coming to an end.
Chapter 61, July 11th, A Tale of Two Extremes (Part 1): The

city at night is still beautiful, neon lights flashing. If you immerse yourself in this night, searching for the splendor, searching for the shimmering colors, if you have a beautiful mood, anywhere can be paradise. The distant, dazzling lights, accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, were once my favorite sight, but tonight, they seem so melancholic.

Zhao Ziwei stood by the window, motionless for a long time. She understood that this life did not belong to her, just as this dress did not belong to her. She had already written half of her resignation letter on the computer when she realized she was hungry; she hadn't eaten anything all night. She ate some biscuits and milk to fill her stomach, but these could only fill her belly, not fill her fear.

The phone went unanswered, and Chen Yihui sent a series of text messages: "Are you still on a date? Call me when you get home!" "Did the date fail? Don't worry, things will be alright!" "Are you home? I'll come over and keep you company, okay?" "Please, reply to me, I'm so scared!"

Zhao Ziwei stared at the resignation letter on her computer, hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "The date failed. Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll help Yiqian!"

She put her phone on silent, ignoring any further calls. Remembering that Zhao Ziqiang's mailbox hadn't been touched for several days, she opened it and indeed found several emails, one of which was from Zhenzhen.

"Ziqiang, forgive my impulsiveness; I've already been punished. When we were together, I didn't cherish your love, often throwing tantrums and completely disregarding your feelings.

I really miss you. These past two days, every time I called your phone, it was switched off. I felt so panicked, not knowing if this was your punishment for me, or if you had really left Shanghai. I met your sister; she said you're in Hangzhou and have a girlfriend. Please call me when you see this letter, let me hear your voice, okay?

You've never been an irresponsible man; maybe I hurt you too deeply, which is why you're avoiding me. Actually, I've already seen you, though maybe I can't say it was you… Ziqiang, I really miss you!"

Sigh, perhaps all relationships are the same: we don't cherish what we have until we lose it, then we regret it. Zhao Ziwei/Ziqiang thought that after finishing this matter, she must find a quiet place to reflect.

This kind of overthinking isn't going to help; she should go for a walk… or perhaps go home. This home, of course, wasn't her parents' house, but Zhao Ziqiang's apartment. Zhao Ziwei didn't change out of her suit; it was hot, and changing would just mean washing another set.

Returning home after being away for over a month, everything familiar felt comforting. Taking off her high heels and putting on her long-unused slippers, those memories resurfaced. But the room was different; everything was neatly arranged, and there were fresh flowers in the vase—clearly, Zhenzhen had been there. Stroking Zhenzhen's clothes in the closet, Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei whispered: "Zhenzhen, if you were here, I would tell you that I am Ziqiang."

After sitting for a while, Zhao Ziwei took a few books and two sheet music, put them in her handbag, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She was startled; who could it be? Before she could even finish her hesitation, the door opened, and a familiar voice came through. "Ziqiang, is that you back?"

Zhao Ziwei knew there was no way to avoid it, so she came out holding the sheet music. "Zhenzhen!"

"You..." Zhenzhen looked at her in surprise, seemingly wanting to say something, but she held back. "Sister, what brings you here?"

"I came to get something!" Zhao Ziwei answered softly, the voice neither male nor female.

"I saw the lights on as I was passing by, so I came up to take a look!" Zhenzhen explained. She was wearing a light green gauze dress, her long hair tied up in a bun, looking elegant and refined. She stared at the sheet music in Zhao Ziwei's hand and asked, "You're helping Ziqiang bring things back to Hangzhou, right?"

"Yes!" Zhao Ziwei hadn't thought of a reason, but Zhenzhen said it for her. But Zhenzhen was clearly hiding something; she called her sister so naturally, it was so strange. "Zhenzhen, sit down!"

Zhenzhen walked to the coffee table and placed three bottles of medicine in front of her. "Remember to remind Ziqiang that his cough hasn't gotten better, so he should eat less spicy food. If he coughs in the middle of the night, he should drink this compound licorice oral solution. I guess he went to Hangzhou in a hurry and might not have brought this with him!"

Zhao Ziwei understood that this was no longer the time to hide it. "Zhenzhen!"

"What is it, sister?" Zhenzhen smiled calmly.

Zhao Ziwei's heart tightened, and she said, "Zhenzhen, I am Ziqiang!"

Unexpectedly, Zhenzhen said calmly, "I know!"

"You know?" Zhao Ziwei was shocked... or rather, Zhao Ziqiang was shocked, and said in a male voice, "Then why do you still call me sister?"

"I know you don't want to acknowledge me!" Zhenzhen lowered her head, "Sometimes I can be unreasonable, but I'm not stupid. We've met twice, and you've avoided me both times, which means you don't want to see me. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone about you, because I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself."

"Zhenzhen!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei's nose tingled. Although she had hurt them badly, this time they had gone too far. "I want to tell you, but I don't know how to start!"

Zhenzhen's eyes reddened. "You've changed so much, I don't even recognize you! I never imagined you would become a girl, wearing a dress like me."

Zhao Ziwei/Ziqiang lowered his head, realizing he had always underestimated Zhenzhen; this girl was more sensible than he had imagined. He had so much to say to Zhenzhen, but now he couldn't utter a single word.

"Ziqiang, I hurt you, and now you're punishing me by becoming a girl!" Zhenzhen reached out to touch him, but the girl's face, now made up, frightened her, and her hand trembled in mid-air. "Don't speak, let me feel it, how are you different from before!" Zhenzhen's trembling hand finally reached out, stroking his face, from forehead to chin, even touching his nose, finally confirming that this was the Zhao Ziqiang she had loved.

"Zhenzhen, how have you been lately?"

"Your eyelashes are so long, I never thought I'd need them now. You've plucked most of your eyebrows, you look just like a girl." Zhenzhen touched his/her face, brushing the long hair behind her ears to reveal a pair of earrings. Zhenzhen suddenly hugged him tightly, her voice trembling as she said, "I still prefer the old you, no matter how pretty you look in a dress, I don't like it!"

"Zhenzhen, this is only temporary, I'll soon be Zhao Ziqiang again!"

"It must be because you like girls too much that you dress up as one. I know you've never liked men." Zhenzhen felt her chest being pressed against, she hesitated, wanting to touch but not daring to, so she moved behind him and hugged him. "I used to like hugging you from the front, but now your front is different, so I'm hugging you from behind!" "

I like it too!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei stroked the back of her hand, closed his/her eyes, and leaned his/her face back, pressing it against Zhenzhen's. "I like whatever we do."

Zhenzhen's hand slipped inside his/her clothes, stroking her lower abdomen. But when her hand touched her full breasts, she stopped abruptly. "Ziqiang, can you remove it?"

"Not now, you need a solution!"

"Oh, I understand!" Zhenzhen said, "You're a girl now, you can't be as casual as before. Don't talk to strange girls casually, oh, you should change that, ignore men's advances. You used to love patting girls' butts, you must change that habit." Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei was

startled. "Okay!"

"Also, you used to like putting your arm around a girl's waist when taking pictures, you wouldn't do that now, would you? I bet you're keeping your distance from men now, and you're always making little moves on girls! People think you're a girl, so they might not be on guard against you! Don't be too presumptuous, if someone finds out and strips your skirt off, you'll never be able to face anyone again!" "

Zhenzhen, what you're saying is really scary...!"

Zhenzhen giggled. "I haven't finished yet! Don't sit with your legs spread apart, it's not ladylike. You were like that at the restaurant the other day! But, you have a nice way of swaying your hips when you walk, that's when I thought you were a woman! Who taught you that? Did you learn it from the TV? You're so smart, if you put your mind to it, you can learn anything, except having children..."

"Zhenzhen, why are you so long-winded?"

"Hehe! I always thought I would become your wife, but now it's impossible." Zhenzhen said this with a little sadness, "I didn't expect to meet you like this. Your dress is prettier and more expensive than mine!"

"No, Zhenzhen, you look better. I'm fake!"

"But, you're a very successful fake, you even fooled me!" Zhenzhen let go of his hand and laughed, "You probably don't know how I found out the flaw!"

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei shook their heads. Zhenzhen reached out to unbutton his/her clothes, but after unbuttoning the first one, she thought of something and turned to draw the curtains. When she returned, Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei had already taken off their shirts and was reaching behind their backs to unhook their bras.

"Wow, only this way can you tell the real from the fake, it's amazing!" Zhenzhen stroked their chests, finding the seams. "Actually, I noticed a few flaws. You're tall with big hands, and when you sit, your legs are spread... but I wasn't sure, so I wanted to check your body. But after touching your chest, I couldn't believe it anymore. Until you slapped me, I was so heartbroken, convinced you weren't Ziqiang. But I found you were also heartbroken, and I even doubted my judgment. I saw a mole on the inside of your arm, and I touched it. I was stunned, but you didn't want to acknowledge it, so I left crying." "Zhenzhen

, I'm so sorry!"

Zhenzhen fastened their bras and put on her clothes. The two remained silent, each with countless questions in their minds. Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei wanted to know which man had taken Zhenzhen away, and Zhenzhen also wanted to know how her boyfriend had become a girl, but neither of them spoke, because a rift had formed between them.

"Zhenzhen, just say what's on your mind, don't keep it bottled up."

"I..." Zhenzhen understood that if she were to find out the truth, she would also have to confess the truth about her change of heart. So, who should be more responsible for this situation?

Zhenzhen hesitated whether to leave, yet she desperately wanted something to happen. That's just a woman's psychology; sometimes she doesn't even know if things will change in the next second. She even thought about intimacy, but seeing Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei's dress, she dared not. To hide her emotions, Zhenzhen walked to the window, looking at the lights outside, until a pair of familiar hands embraced her from behind.

Turned around, Zhenzhen saw a pair of familiar, tender eyes, her heart trembling, both afraid and yearning for the familiar actions to occur. She dared not look at that delicate female face, and those red lips. Just as she was about to say something, her lips felt cold. Zhenzhen instinctively pushed away, but her hands touched two soft, fleshy things. Her body trembled, and she instantly went limp.

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei pried open her mouth and inserted their tongues, stirring them inside. Zhenzhen closed her eyes, giving up resistance, ignoring the similar things touching her chest, because that familiar kiss and the affectionate embrace reminded her of all of Zhao Ziqiang's intimate actions. Slowly, she raised her hands, encircling his neck, and kissed him passionately.

They embraced and kissed, as if they hadn't been intimate for two centuries, and moved towards the sofa. When they were just a step away from the sofa, Zhenzhen suddenly pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face. "Zhao Ziqiang, you lied to me, you actually turned into a woman!"

"Zhenzhen!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei were stunned, staring at her in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Zhenzhen slapped him again, "smack," louder and harder than before.

Chapter 062, Two Extremes (Part 2)

"Why didn't you dodge?" Zhenzhen stared blankly at him/her.

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei smiled. "Because I did lie to you!"

"Although you lied to me, you didn't do anything wrong to me!" Zhenzhen panicked, reaching up to touch his face, which was red. She rubbed it tenderly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei answered honestly.

Zhenzhen's eyes reddened, a hint of anger in her voice. "You big idiot, why didn't you dodge? You always dodged before, never letting me hit you!"

"Because you're the one hitting me, so I didn't dodge, letting you hit me as much as you wanted before I calmed down."

Zhenzhen stared blankly at him/her, tears suddenly welling up. "Why didn't you let me hit you before? You wouldn't even let me hit you a few times. I thought you didn't care about me, you wouldn't even go shopping with me. When I watched TV, I really wished you would sit on the sofa and hold me. But you'd rather sit in front of the computer, facing those cold words and images, than touch me. I always thought you didn't love me, you just wanted to get married."

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei froze. Didn't this mean that Zhenzhen's departure wasn't because she didn't love him, but because...? The world of girls is so complicated, how could it be like this? If he had taken a few more hits from her before, things might be a completely different world now. Could it be because he was bullied by Chen Yihui so much before, that he had a subconscious belief that he shouldn't show too much emotion to girls?

Zhenzhen sobbed softly, while Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei trembled. At work, he/she can easily control things, but in relationships, he/she is not strong. Three years ago, Chen Yihui said they weren't marriage partners, and it seems the same thing has happened again.

Lost in thought, Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei suddenly screamed, "Ahhh..." While screaming, they violently pounded their chests, ignoring their prominent breasts.

Zhenzhen looked at him in fear. "Ziqiang, don't do that, you're scaring me!"

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei stopped, regaining their composure. The last bit of hatred they felt for Zhenzhen had dissipated like smoke. The girl was still so kind and gentle, but something was missing between them—a fundamental connection. After a while, their emotions calmed down. They looked at each other, then lowered their heads, seemingly a little shy.

"Zhenzhen, I think you look radiant! This pinkish-green tulle dress is so elegant and sophisticated!"

"You look great too, like a professional woman. Every time I see you, you're dressed beautifully; I'm a little jealous. Ziqiang, your dress must be expensive, right? It's a very famous brand!"

"Zhenzhen, you'd look even more beautiful in those dresses!" Zhao Ziwei/Ziqiang thought to themselves. If you're willing to spend money, you can buy any pretty dress. "As for my temperament, I'm still the same Zhao Ziqiang; the only change is in my appearance!"

Zhenzhen shook her head. "Some dresses require a certain taste to bring out their elegance. Like your suit now, it wouldn't look good on me because I'm not as tall as you. It's so strange how you manage to look so good. I think the person who dressed you is a great consultant!"

"Hmm!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei were a little surprised; this evaluation was unexpected.

"Ziqiang, is it that girl from last time? She has a good temperament and is pretty! She was so fierce that day, she almost hit me to protect you. She loves you very much, right?"

Zhao Ziwei/Ziqiang was stunned. Where did she get this conclusion? Women's logic is truly extraordinary; in some ways it's like being an idiot, but their reasoning about relationships is incredibly sharp. However, he/she didn't know how to answer Zhenzhen's question. Zhenzhen

asked, "How long have you known each other?"

Zhao Ziwei/Ziqiang naturally couldn't say three years and seven months, so he'd just round it up. "Seven months!"

"Oh, that's better!" Seeing her confusion, Zhenzhen explained, "I always thought that saying 'break up' hurt you, but now that you have a girl, I'm relieved!"

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei looked at this girl who didn't mean what she said and finally understood that she really had changed her mind, even though there was a hint of bitterness in her words. "That day in the mall aisle you said you still loved Ziqiang!"

"Yes!" Zhenzhen lowered her head and said softly, "But we're not suitable marriage partners. You're too focused on your work; work is everything to you, and I don't even know where I rank in your heart. Think about it, how many times have you gone shopping with me? Even when we did go, I looked at clothes, and you ran off to look at appliances; I wanted to try on shoes, and you stood there like you were being tortured."

"Oh, so he can do these things with you now, right?" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei felt a pang of guilt. They realized they were too strong-willed and sometimes didn't consider Zhenzhen's feelings.

Zhenzhen sighed. "If you let me tease you a few more times, things wouldn't be like this."

"Hmm!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei's heart clenched. The girl was proving her love in her own way, but the man didn't quite understand. Perhaps this gender difference could never be eliminated. "Then you have someone to tease you now, that should be good, right?"

Zhenzhen shook her head. "People are always like this. They used to think you weren't good enough, so they wanted to find someone obedient. Now that they've found someone, they realize their ex was pretty good too!"

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei felt uncomfortable, but still said, "Then cherish him. Don't compare his weaknesses to other people's strengths. You like him, which already shows he has strengths!"

Zhenzhen asked in surprise, "Ziqiang, aren't you jealous?"

"Of course I'm jealous, but it's your choice!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei smiled, but thought to themselves: If I get the chance, I'll break that guy's legs so he can never get close to a girl again.

Zhenzhen bit her lip, seemingly a little sad. "Why didn't you take me back? Am I not important to you?"

"We once planned to get married, which means you're very important to me. It's not a bad thing for someone to change their mind; at least it shows dissatisfaction with the status quo, dissatisfaction with the people around them, and a desire for change. Sometimes change is a choice, like when you left me; sometimes it's forced, like now that I'm wearing a dress. I don't know what life will be like after I become a man again, but right now I need to do this job well; it's very important to me, and even as a girl, I want to achieve something."

Zhenzhen said in surprise, "Ziqiang, I always thought you were capable at work but a bit weak in life. When did you become so determined? Has wearing a dress changed you that much?"

"No, I've always been like this; it's just become more obvious since I became a girl."

Zhenzhen blinked repeatedly, trying to guess what else had changed besides his appearance. After a while, Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei introduced her to his work, the troubles of being a girl, and the loneliness of having no one to confide in.

"I can do my job very well, I don't have to worry about not being able to handle skirts and high heels, but the battles between women are too much of a headache, I can't handle them."

"Who told you to say those things? Massage can definitely make breasts bigger. Who told you to be so serious? You're not a real woman, you deserve to be told that you sleep with several men every night, haha!" Zhenzhen laughed so hard she rolled off the sofa. "Ziqiang, then do it with me a few times a day, I want your size too!"

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei was stunned, could they still do this after breaking up? But Zhenzhen didn't seem to be thinking about these questions, she got up and lay on top of Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei. "Ziqiang, do you remember that time I lay on top of you, just kidding, but I actually fell asleep. You were too scared to push me away, so I kept you on top of me for two hours, almost flattening you."

"Yeah, but I liked it! Do you want to try again tonight?"

Zhenzhen's eyes were full of surprise. "I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei smiled. Although they had given up on marriage, it was hard to let go of their relationship of over a year. Suddenly, Zhenzhen received a phone call and went to the balcony. After finishing the call, Zhenzhen came back and said, "Ziqiang, I should go home!"

"Zhenzhen, stay with me!" Zhao Ziqiang/Ziwei held her hand, looking at her tenderly, "Zhenzhen, even though I look different now, my body is still the same one you know!"

Zhenzhen was conflicted. They had already broken up, could they still be so intimate?

"Every night before bed, I massage you. You said you really like the feeling."

Zhenzhen looked at her former boyfriend, dressed like a professional woman, seemingly so far removed from her. Yet, his smile was so familiar, and his magnetic male voice seemed to reach out and pull her heart away.

"Zhenzhen, you set so many rules: no clothes for bed, no falling asleep before you, at least a twenty-minute massage, and I have to hold you as you drift off to sleep..."

"Hmm..." Zhenzhen gazed at him quietly, her desire swelling.

"Zhenzhen, didn't you say you liked sleeping on top of me? How long has it been since you felt this way? Maybe only I can give you this!"

Zhenzhen finally began: "What if I flatten you? Including your breasts!"

"No way!"

To make Zhenzhen feel better, Zhao Ziqiang reverted to his male attire. Luckily, they were at home; if they were in an apartment, they might not even be able to find a pair of men's pants to wear.

"Ziqiang, do you hate me? Hate me for breaking up with you?"

Zhenzhen asked, looking at Zhao Ziqiang, who had reverted to his manly attire. Her expectant gaze was fixed on him, as if trying to pierce his heart.

"Um...this..."

Zhao Ziqiang hesitated, unable to give an answer.

"Ziqiang, are you still blaming me?"

Zhenzhen grew anxious, her voice finally softening, afraid that Zhao Ziqiang would say an answer she didn't want to hear.

Zhao Ziqiang looked at Zhenzhen, who was so close to him, and had never looked at her so closely before. Her long, lustrous hair emitted a faint fragrance and was tied up with a purple ribbon, flowing like a ponytail.

Zhenzhen had an oval face with soft lines, her features perfectly proportioned, delicate and elegant, and well-matched. Her large, watery eyes were like pools of spring water, lively and expressive, as if about to overflow. Her eyelashes were long and black, filled with a dreamy charm as she blinked. Her nose was high and delicate, her lips full and rounded, and her chin rounded—she was a true beauty.

"Ziqiang, what's wrong?"

Zhao Ziqiang chuckled. "I'm not blaming you. I admit I didn't do many things well before. After being a woman for a while, I realized that women also need to be cared for and cherished."

He then took her small hand in his and gently stroked it, saying, "Look, your little hand is so beautiful, your slender fingers are like spring onions. I really want to take a bite." To prevent Zhenzhen from asking any more questions, Zhao Ziqiang quickly changed the subject.

He then brought the hand to his lips and gently kissed it.

Zhenzhen blinked, overjoyed, and asked in a soft voice, "Ziqiang, is what you said true? You can't lie to me!"

Her shyness deeply moved Zhao Ziqiang, filling him with tenderness. He gently pulled Zhenzhen into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's true. Zhenzhen is not only beautiful but also very cute. I like her very much."

He then gently kissed her earlobe.

Overjoyed, Zhenzhen buried her head in Zhao Ziqiang's arms, hugging him tightly. Her full breasts pressed against him, rubbing against his chest with her pounding heart, stimulating his senses.

Her neck was fair and delicate, appearing even whiter against her pinkish-green dress. Her back was shapely, her waist slender, and her exposed skin was smooth and flawless.

Zhenzhen's small, pert buttocks were tightly encased in her inner skirt, the belt slightly protruding, revealing a glimpse of her bright red panties, as vivid as blood.

Zhao Ziqiang's primal desires surged again. His blood rushed, his heart pounded, his veins throbbed, and his lust burned fiercely. His erection, as if sensing something, rose and quickly swelled, thickening, hardening, and lengthening.

He gently raised his hand and placed it on Zhenzhen's pert buttocks, caressing them and feeling their firm, beautiful shape.

Excited by Zhao Ziqiang's praise, Zhenzhen hugged him tightly. Women are drawn to beauty by those they admire, and they are drawn to praise.

A strange excitement made Zhenzhen's heart race. She held Zhao Ziqiang close, feeling his broad, strong chest and inhaling his distinctive masculine scent.

Suddenly, Zhenzhen felt something pressing against her arm under Zhao Ziqiang's pants, growing harder and larger until it hurt. Then she felt his hand on her buttocks, a tingling sensation spreading up her hips—it felt so good!

Zhenzhen involuntarily lifted her head and saw Zhao Ziqiang's face was flushed, his breathing heavy, and his eyes burning with desire. Secretly delighted, she couldn't resist bringing her lips to his.

Zhao Ziqiang was enjoying the sensation of caressing her beautiful buttocks when he saw Zhenzhen raise her head, her face flushed, her eyes hazy, brimming with desire. Her rosy lips pressed closer, and he couldn't help but kiss them, tightly holding them and sucking.

Suddenly, a soft, fragrant tongue emerged from Zhenzhen's tightly closed lips and slipped into Zhao Ziqiang's mouth. Her delicate tongue was soft and agile, causing his mind to go blank. He involuntarily took Zhenzhen's tongue in his mouth and began to suck on it. A muffled yet incredibly seductive moan escaped from her throat.

Zhao Ziqiang's hand moved away from Zhenzhen's buttocks and slowly caressed her arm, feeling its smooth texture. His hand reached Zhenzhen's delicate shoulder, then slid down her back, stopping at her waist. He slipped his hand inside her clothes and gently caressed Zhenzhen's smooth abdomen.

Zhenzhen's delicate body trembled slightly involuntarily, but her cherry lips remained tightly sucking on Zhao Ziqiang's tongue. As she trembled, his hand had already climbed from under her bra to her breasts, grasping one full and incredibly elastic peak. Zhenzhen

let out a soft moan, her body trembling violently, her skin flushing, her temperature rising rapidly. The unprecedented pleasure made her unable to resist stopping her sucking on Zhao Ziqiang's tongue, focusing solely on enjoying the sensation.

Zhao Ziqiang's large hands became even more unrestrained, skillfully teasing Zhenzhen's full breasts, kneading, pinching, and rubbing them with every possible means.

When his hand first reached Zhenzhen's breasts, he didn't touch her nipples. Now, Zhenzhen's nipples slowly swelled, rapidly growing and erect from her breasts. Zhao Ziqiang gently pinched the buds, about the size of soybeans, and twisted them, feeling them slowly harden from soft.

"Mmm...so hot..."

Zhenzhen sat up, unable to help but moan, her beautiful, watery eyes blazing with burning desire. Zhao Ziqiang had completely aroused her. She reached over and placed one hand on his crotch, stroking his sensitive area through his pants.

"Ziqiang, yours is so big!"

Zhenzhen said, her eyes glazed and seductive.

"Hmm! Do you like it? You'll see it gets even bigger later."

Zhao Ziqiang said softly, a sense of pride rising within him. Any man would feel proud and excited to hear praise of his possession, and his penis wasn't just boasting; it was thick and long, irresistible to any woman who saw it.

"Hmm! I like it, I like it..."

Zhenzhen murmured shyly, her hands slowly unzipping Zhao Ziqiang's pants and pulling down his underwear, feeling the size and heat of his penis.

"If you like it, that's good. I like your big breasts too."

Zhao Ziqiang chuckled lewdly, vigorously kneading Zhenzhen's large, full breasts, expressing his desire in the process.

"Mmm!"

Zhenzhen couldn't help but moan loudly, suddenly resting her head weakly on Zhao Ziqiang's shoulder, breathing into his ear, "Ziqiang, I want..."

Her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, but Zhao Ziqiang heard it clearly.

Zhao Ziqiang was now burning with desire. His large hands kneaded Zhenzhen's full breasts vigorously, and he gently kissed her lips, nodding hastily, "Mmm! I want you too."

Zhenzhen hugged Zhao Ziqiang tightly, her cherry-like lips close to his face, quickly searching for his mouth, then pressing it tightly against his large lips, leaving no gap.

Zhenzhen quickly stuck out her delicate tongue and inserted it into Zhao Ziqiang's mouth, finding his tongue and eagerly entwining and sucking it. Her small hands roamed over Zhao Ziqiang's back and chest, far more passionate than he had imagined.

Zhao Ziqiang, of course, was not to be outdone, responding passionately.

He reached his hands behind Zhenzhen's back, slipping them inside the neckline of her dress, touching the clasp of her bra, and gently unhooking it. Then his hands moved to her full, elastic breasts, tightly grasping their roundness, kneading them vigorously, occasionally pinching her nipples with his fingers.

Under Zhao Ziqiang's caresses, Zhenzhen's body writhed violently, emitting seductive moans.

Her hands moved down from his chest, touching Zhao Ziqiang's crotch, gently unzipping the zipper, and slipping her right hand inside to pull down his pants and underwear.

Zhao Ziqiang felt a chill in his groin as his penis was completely exposed to the air.

His penis struggled to stretch as much as possible, breathing in the fresh air, as if wanting to shout with pleasure, when suddenly it was tightly grasped by a soft little hand, then turned and manipulated. The warmth from the little hand excited it, causing it to quickly rise, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Zhao Ziqiang's hands slid down, forcefully grabbing the hem of Zhenzhen's dress, quickly pulling it off and throwing it on the ground. Her bra, which he had unbuttoned, hung loosely on her chest, vaguely revealing two round, large, proud breasts, exuding a strange allure.

He slowly pulled down Zhenzhen's bra, her two jade-like breasts bouncing gently, gradually becoming fully exposed to Zhao Ziqiang's eyes. Her snow-white skin flushed red from her rising body temperature, her two high, firm breasts a delicate pinkish-white.

The rounded peaks resembled two inverted jade wrists, each perfectly cupped in Zhao Ziqiang's hands. The two bright red nipples, like two red agates, adorned the snow-white peaks, their red and white contrasting, making them appear even more vibrant and alluring—truly the buds of a young and beautiful woman.

A fragrant aroma emanated from between Zhenzhen's breasts, fresh and intoxicating. Zhao Ziqiang forcefully inhaled the fragrance, his nostrils filled with a lingering sweetness.

He suddenly lowered his head, pressing his face between Zhenzhen's breasts, inhaling and sucking intensely. Then he moved to her left breast, rubbing and licking it vigorously, before finally taking Zhenzhen's pink nipple into his mouth and sucking on it with abandon.

Under Zhao Ziqiang's assault, Zhenzhen continuously emitted seductive moans and cries, filled with desire and joy. Her muscles tensed, and her hands gripped him tightly.

Zhao Ziqiang's hand continued to move downwards, slipping inside her bright red panties. The panties at her vulva were already soaked, with water seeping out, indicating that she was already aroused.

He squatted down and pulled Zhenzhen's panties down to her heels, revealing a lush patch of pubic hair covering a slightly raised mound. The pubic hair at the entrance of her vulva was already glistening with dewdrops, beautiful and alluring. Zhao Ziqiang reached

out and gently stroked her vulva, the wetness slippery and sticky to his touch.

"Oh..."

Zhenzhen stretched her neck, moaning loudly, indulging herself completely in the sea of desire.

As Zhao Ziqiang teased her, Zhenzhen roughly pulled his t-shirt over her head and threw it on the ground. Then, she moved her hands quickly and fastened Zhao Ziqiang's belt, her speed even making him, a man, envious.

Zhenzhen pulled down Zhao Ziqiang's trousers and underwear, then lowered her head and licked his chest with her tongue, moving it around his breasts and teasing him. Her right hand caressed his penis, stroking it, while her left hand played with his testicles.

Zhenzhen's small hands were delicate, and Zhao Ziqiang felt particularly comfortable under her caresses. Waves of stimulation surged through his penis, rushing to his brain and overwhelming his nerves. At that moment, lust engulfed him completely.

Zhao Ziqiang could no longer restrain himself. He gently placed Zhenzhen on the bed, knelt on top of her, opened his lips to take her breasts into his mouth, licked her nipples with his tongue, and caressed her vulva with his right hand, occasionally tugging at her pubic hair.

Zhenzhen moaned ecstatically, like a wanton harlot. She murmured incoherently, "Ziqiang, hurry, come in! I want..."

Her hands slid down, grabbing Zhao Ziqiang's penis and pulling it desperately towards her entrance. She was utterly aroused, desperately craving him to fill her emptiness.

Zhao Ziqiang didn't hesitate any longer. He knelt on the bed, spreading Zhenzhen's thighs wide, widening her opening, and copious amounts of love juice flowed from her vagina.

He held his penis, rubbing it against the entrance of her vagina, occasionally touching the clitoris.

Zhenzhen cried out sharply, moaning loudly, the love juice flowing even more freely from her entrance. Her large buttocks rose and fell, welcoming him.

Seeing the moment was right, Zhao Ziqiang pressed his penis against her entrance, lowered his body, thrust his hips, and with a movement of his thighs, his penis shot forward.

Zhenzhen's vaginal canal was very narrow, and the penis did not enter smoothly. It slowly pushed open the narrow flesh wall, finally inserting the head, and then slowly entered her warm and moist body.

Zhenzhen frowned, and a hint of pain could be seen on her face.

Zhao Ziqiang knew that Zhenzhen's vagina was incredibly tight, but he knew he had to forge ahead to complete the task of cultivating her fertile field. Only by forging ahead could he bring her sweetness after her suffering. Without further hesitation, Zhao Ziqiang hardened his heart, thrusting his hips forward again, finally breaking through all the constraints and entering the depths of her flower path.

"Ah..."

Zhenzhen cried out loudly. Although her body was fully prepared, and Zhao Ziqiang's movements were very gentle, when her tender vaginal muscles were forced open, Zhenzhen couldn't help but let out a painful cry. Her eyebrows furrowed, her face showing pain, her muscles tensed, her body convulsed, and her hands suddenly wrapped around him, her body twisting and turning, trying to escape the penetration of his penis.

Zhao Ziqiang looked down and saw a stream of milky white vaginal fluid slowly flowing from their point of union, dripping onto the bright red panties under Zhenzhen's buttocks, slowly seeping and spreading, drawing a lewd flower.

Two clear tears slid down Zhenzhen's beautiful face, whether from pain or joy at achieving her goal, it was hard to tell.

Fortunately, Zhao Ziqiang had experienced this many times before. He kept his lower body still, letting his penis remain quietly inside Zhenzhen's flower path, allowing it to get used to each other. After all, it wasn't their first meeting; even if they weren't completely unfamiliar, they were certainly not strangers.

Zhao Ziqiang lowered his head and kissed Zhenzhen's cherry lips, his tongue sucking on hers, and she responded naturally.

At the same time, his hands climbed up her breasts, gently caressing and kneading the two nipples, stimulating her desire and using his gentleness to alleviate her pain and distract her attention.

Soon, the pain on Zhenzhen's face disappeared, replaced by an incomparably charming and alluring beauty. The pleasure emanating from her body made her forget the pain in her lower body, and a tingling sensation spread through her flower path. Zhao Ziqiang's penis made her feel the fullness inside, and she couldn't help but move.

Driven by lust, Zhenzhen instinctively twisted her delicate body, allowing Zhao Ziqiang's penis to writhe and collide inside her.

Seeing Zhenzhen's relief, Zhao Ziqiang was overjoyed; finally, he could move. He held her tender body, his hips moving rhythmically and slowly.

With each thrust, Zhenzhen moaned and gasped, her body twisting and arching upwards in response to his movements. Her round, firm buttocks swayed with his actions; she was finally experiencing the pleasure of sex.

Zhao Ziqiang smiled slightly, his movements gradually becoming more forceful and faster, with large, forceful thrusts.

Lust and pleasure filled Zhenzhen's body and soul; her moans and cries were incessant. This beautiful love song deeply stimulated him, making Zhao Ziqiang extremely excited. He continued to quicken his pace, working tirelessly, completely forgetting everything else.

After a long while, Zhenzhen's delicate body trembled violently. Zhao Ziqiang knew she was about to reach the peak of ecstasy, so he quickened his pace and increased the force, pulling out completely each time before thrusting it in again. Zhenzhen screamed loudly, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Zhao Ziqiang could clearly feel the soft flesh inside Zhenzhen's flower path spasming and contracting, tightly gripping his penis. At the same time, a suction force came from deep within her flower core, forcefully pulling at Zhao Ziqiang's penis, wanting to swallow it forever.

Soon, after a series of violent spasms, Zhenzhen's snow-white body let out a passionate moan, earth-shattering, before collapsing limply to the ground, motionless, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, as if she had just been pulled from the water.

Hearing Zhenzhen's ecstatic moans, Zhao Ziqiang felt a surge of excitement, his body involuntarily convulsing, his penis trembling wildly. He knew he had reached the crucial moment, and immediately lowered his waist, thrusting wildly, pumping in and out rapidly.

"Ah!"

He let out a low growl, his body trembled, and his penis throbbed rapidly, ejaculating streams of hot semen that reached deep into Zhenzhen's core. Then, Zhao Ziqiang's body went limp, and he collapsed beside Zhenzhen's delicate body, panting heavily.

Zhenzhen turned her head, her beautiful face flushed, her nostrils flaring, and her small mouth murmured. She lay on her side against Zhao Ziqiang, caressing his broad, muscular chest with ecstasy, murmuring, "This feeling is so good! Just now, Zhenzhen felt like she was flying..."

Her body was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Zhao Ziqiang gently stroked Zhenzhen's smooth, delicate back, lightly kissed her forehead, and said tenderly, "The pleasure between a man and a woman is the most pleasurable thing in the world. Once you've tasted it, you'll want it more and more."

"Mmm! Ziqiang, I like doing it with you, and I only want to do it with you,"

Zhenzhen said shyly, clearly expressing her feelings to him.

Suddenly, Zhao Ziqiang cried out, "Oh no!"

Zhenzhen was startled, her face showing panic. She quickly asked, "What's wrong, Ziqiang?"

Zhao Ziqiang's dragon, which had fallen asleep after ejaculating, had suddenly awakened and was slowly becoming erect and hard, its head looking around, searching for that wonderful cave again.

How could he say it out loud? He chuckled and said, "Nothing."

Zhenzhen said softly, "Oh!"

After a pause, Zhenzhen whispered again, "Ziqiang, I... I want to do it again..."

Before Zhao Ziqiang could answer, Zhenzhen's right hand had already moved down, touching his genitals.

When her small hand touched Zhao Ziqiang's swollen penis, Zhenzhen exclaimed in surprise. She hadn't expected Zhao Ziqiang's dragon to awaken so quickly. She was overjoyed and grabbed his penis, playing with it.

Zhao Ziqiang had initially thought Zhenzhen wouldn't last long and shouldn't be pursued again, but he hadn't expected her to be so thirsty, passionate, and wanton. How could he possibly disappoint such a beauty's advances?

So, Zhao Ziqiang gently lifted Zhenzhen onto him and chuckled, "Little glutton, this time you can be on top! Okay?"

Zhenzhen blushed and excitedly replied, "Okay."

She slightly raised her buttocks, grabbed Zhao Ziqiang's penis with one hand, and guided it towards her entrance. Then, with a "plop," her vagina immediately enveloped the glans, quickly swallowing the entire shaft, submerging it in her tight, deep cavity.

Zhenzhen let out a soft moan, lying on top of Zhao Ziqiang, her body trembling and swaying wildly, her buttocks twisting rapidly, moving up and down.

The battle reignited, and another epic struggle began.

Zhenzhen rode Zhao Ziqiang with abandon, galloping across the plains of desire, climbing towards the peak of ecstasy.

After countless trials and tribulations, Zhenzhen's body convulsed, her buttocks spinning rapidly like a windmill, uttering sharp cries of "Ah!" as a torrent of fluid surged from the depths of her flower path, violently impacting Zhao Ziqiang's glans.

Zhao Ziqiang, feeling Zhenzhen's wildness and wantonness, trembled in the surge of passion, and as her nectar sprayed onto his glans, his dragon erupted again, spewing forth a stream of dew, nourishing her core.

Zhenzhen cried out "Oh!" again, then collapsed onto the bed, while Zhao Ziqiang, exhausted, lay on top of her, closing his eyes to rest.

They had finally reached the pinnacle of love simultaneously, reaching the peak of their lives.

That night, they embraced and fell asleep, neither mentioning the future.

"How annoying, the phone keeps ringing this morning..." Chen Yiqian muttered, but she couldn't ignore it. "It's my day off today," she thought, "it seems like everyone planned it; they started calling after nine o'clock." Chen Yiqian wanted to turn off the phone, but was worried about business, since she owned a company.

Chen Yiqian gradually felt something was off. It seemed everyone was afraid she was lonely, inviting her to go out or shopping, even Zhang Li joined in. She just wanted to close her eyes, wrapped in a blanket in the air-conditioned room. "Okay, I'll call you when I'm free, I'm busy now!"

"Yiqian, do you really not need me to keep you company? Don't watch Korean dramas all day alone!"

"Don't worry, I have dates, one during the day and one at night!"

Yes, why should such a beautiful girl like herself be alone in her room? Few people believed her excuse about the hot weather. Later, even her never-tiring sister called, saying she wanted to take her shopping. Chen Yiqian couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about it, and there was still one person who hadn't called. It wasn't until she finished washing up that she remembered that person was Zhao Ziwei. Strange, why does she never call me? I clearly feel that she likes me, is that affection just an act?

She did have something to do today, which was to see Feng Zhiming off. Two days ago, she learned from Liang Jing that Feng Zhiming had applied for a transfer to the Hangzhou branch. Some speculated it was because of Chen Yiqian, while others said it was because his new girlfriend was from Hangzhou. "

Alright, you bunch of gossipy blabbermouths, always thinking I have nothing better to do. Today I'll show you." Chen Yiqian dressed up, changed into a blue dress, and left home. After driving around in circles a few times, she found this somewhat old house, sweating by the time she reached the fifth floor.

The door opened, and Feng Zhiming was somewhat surprised. "Yiqian, I thought you were joking, I didn't expect you to actually come!"

"Hehe, you're my good friend. After you leave tomorrow, we don't know when we'll see each other again!" Chen Yiqian's eyes darted around, and she quickly kissed him on the cheek.

Feng Zhiming froze, unsure what to do with his hands. He had never been sure if Chen Yiqian liked him, but now he understood.

Chen Yiqian smiled and asked, "What, aren't you going to invite me in? Is your girlfriend here?"

Feng Zhiming immediately replied, "No, it's just me! The room is messy, I'm still tidying up!"

Knowing there was no one else, Chen Yiqian became much more relaxed. The living room was a bit messy; several large cardboard boxes had already been sealed, but other things hadn't been unpacked. Feng Zhiming explained, "Some things were moved back to my parents' place. These are being moved to Hangzhou tomorrow, and I'm going with them."

"It's a good thing I came today, otherwise I wouldn't have seen you tomorrow!" Chen Yiqian walked around the room; this was the first time, and also the last.

Feng Zhiming washed his hands and handed her a bottle of water. Chen Yiqian smiled, her eyes filled with affection. This silly guy should understand what I mean, right? Although Feng Zhiming had never dared to believe this girl's feelings, now he understood the words in her eyes, so he stepped forward and sealed her lips with his.

Chen Yiqian was startled, and the bottle fell to the ground. This man only had the courage now; it was a bit late. She closed her eyes, and her hands slowly moved down to his waist.

Feng Zhiming said, "Yiqian, don't hug me, you'll get your dress dirty."

"I don't care!" Chen Yiqian hugged him tightly, thinking: I came here today for this, if I don't come now, I'll never have another chance.

They kissed passionately, as if they hadn't been intimate for two centuries. Chen Yiqian felt a little selfish, but seeing that Feng Zhiming was just as eager, she felt relieved. When a hand moved to her chest, she knew there was no need to hide anymore, and while kissing him, she unbuckled his belt.

Feng Zhiming was startled and parted his lips. "Yiqian, what are you doing?"

"Doing what you want to do!" Chen Yiqian laughed, patting his face, "I don't believe you've forgotten, we have a promise!"

Feng Zhiming's body trembled; after all, he was a normal man. Chen Yiqian knew that this man was not as brave as she was, so she kissed his cheek and said, "You made a promise with me, you owe me a romantic lovemaking, if you run away to Hangzhou, I won't be able to find you!"

Provoked by her, Feng Zhiming immediately responded. "Of course I haven't forgotten, I'll give it to you now!"

They understood that this first time might be the last. For a girl to endure so long before showing her affection meant she cared for this man. As for how important this position was, Feng Zhiming didn't know, nor dared to verify, but her affection was enough.

Feng Zhiming suddenly grabbed her hand and said nervously, "Yiqian, wait a minute, she'll be here!"

"Who?" Chen Yiqian asked, her eyes immediately understanding, "Your girlfriend?"

Feng Zhiming nodded, then checked his watch and said the girl would arrive in an hour. Chen Yiqian swallowed hard; the news was too devastating, but the burning desire within her couldn't be suppressed. Having come this far, she was unwilling to back down, especially after mustering the courage to come here today and even taking the initiative to show her affection to this man. So she took Feng Zhiming's hand and placed it on her ample breasts, softly saying, "Zhiming, don't you want it?"

"Huh?" Feng Zhiming was startled. The incomparably wonderful sensation returning to his hand, and the encouraging look in her eyes, made him immediately reply, "Yes, I want it! I dream about it! Wait a moment, I'll be right back after a shower!" Feng Zhiming quickly finished his shower and came out. He saw Chen Yiqian with flushed cheeks and lowered eyelashes, exuding an indescribable charm, and he was completely mesmerized.

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