【Like a shadow】(2)

I woke up, checked my phone, and it was already nine in the morning. Remembering what happened last night, I turned to look at

the empty seat next to me. Ying'er had left after all, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

I slipped on my slippers, stood up, and staggered to the bathroom to wash up. Still half asleep , I pushed open the door and immediately saw

Ying'er in her oversized pajamas, sitting quietly on the toilet, a hotel magazine draped over her lap,

engrossed in reading. Ying'er was startled when she saw me come in, speechless for a moment.

I reacted quickly, smiling, and said, "Ying'er, you smell bad..."

Then, before Ying'er could get angry, I quickly added, "Don't throw the magazine at me, or I'll see

everything ." Before Ying'er could react, I swiftly retreated from

the bathroom.

A moment later, the toilet flushed, and then a pouting Ying'er emerged. Before

Ying'er could speak, I smiled and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, it'll get very hot at the beach any later."

Sitting in the taxi, I called eLong and asked them to book a room for me at the Xiaomeisha Hotel. Hearing

the price, Ying'er seemed a little uneasy: "Brother Xing, that's a hotel in a tourist area, you can't reimburse me, right? We just want

to walk on the beach, okay?"

I felt a slight pang of tenderness. This mischievous yet kind girl hadn't been

tainted by the grime of Shenzhen. It was wonderful.

I gently patted Ying'er's head, signaling her to be quiet, and then said to eLong, "Okay, my

credit card is fine as a guarantee. Make sure to confirm with the hotel that they reserve a double room."

Ying'er was a little embarrassed and annoyed, and pinched the back of my hand hard. Then, her face flushed, she stopped talking.

When we were almost at the hotel, I asked the driver to stop and bought

swimming goggles . I really hate this bad habit of mine; I always forget to bring my swim trunks when I go on

business trips, and I buy a new pair every time I feel like swimming . Now I have about ten pairs of swim trunks and three goggles.

When Ying'er saw what I was carrying, she seemed to want to say something but didn't know how to start, so she just

held my arm tightly.

When we arrived at the hotel and entered the room, Ying'er was already calm when she saw that there was only one large bed. After all, she had slept next to me

last , and her psychological defenses were probably almost gone.

The blazing sun was already shining into the room; the sun at ten o'clock was already very strong. I took out the sunscreen I had just bought and

smiled at Ying'er, saying, "I need you to help me apply some sunscreen to my back."

Ying'er's hands skillfully moved over my bare back. After applying the sunscreen, she began to press

the two muscles under my shoulder blades with her thumbs, gradually increasing the pressure. I felt incredibly sore; this chronic ailment from sitting for long periods of time during my job. Ying'er

warned me, "Don't fall asleep again, we still need to go to the beach."

I gave Ying'er a weak smile, and she giggled, "It's alright, it's a good thing the ladies' swimsuits don't have backs

, otherwise you would have taken advantage of us."

After a while, Ying'er rushed out of the bathroom and shouted, "What were you thinking buying this swimsuit!"

I saw that Ying'er's swimsuit only had one strap tied at the back, and I chuckled, "Honestly, I didn't look at the back

when , and besides, you picked it out."

Ying'er stammered, "I didn't notice the back either..."

I hugged Ying'er's waist and said with a smile, "Then I can't not take advantage of you." As I said this, I

kissed Ying'er's lips, picked her up, turned around, and the two of us fell onto the bed. My whole body was on

top of Ying'er, and the two of us, half-naked, were pressed tightly together.

Ying'er was a little flustered. At that moment, my second kiss landed on her cherry lips. I parted her lips and gently brushed

her smooth teeth, stammering, "Ying'er, give me your tongue." Ying'er hesitated for a moment, then her small, fragrant tongue

slowly slipped past her teeth and came over. I immediately sucked on it, never letting it go, and began to savor it freely.

Ying'er closed her eyes, hugged me tightly, her body trembling slightly, her breath sweet as orchids.

After kissing for a long time, I reluctantly released Ying'er's fragrant tongue. Ying'er gasped for breath, scolding, "

I was suffocating! You have no mercy on me!"

I chuckled again, "No mercy on me, that's usually used to describe what we're going to do later, right?"

Ying'er retorted angrily, "No way! How can we do that kind of thing in broad daylight!"

I couldn't bear to tease Ying'er any longer and quickly comforted her, "Okay, okay, we won't do it. Turn over, I'll

put sunscreen on you." But in my heart, I was secretly smiling and delighted. Ying'er only said we couldn't do it during the day, so the subtext was that

we could do it at night.

Ying'er obediently turned over, and I untied the straps on her back. Ying'er trembled slightly, but then showed no further reaction.

I applied some lotion to my hands and gently stroked Ying'er's back.

Such smooth and delicate skin, almost without a single pore. The sunlight slanted, reflecting

a faint pinkish glow on her white skin, an extremely alluring sheen. Her skin was like water, truly like water.

I caressed her for a while, then slowly moved my hands to her sides. Ying'er probably already knew I had

ulterior motives, but she didn't stop me until I finally slipped my hands inside her swimsuit, around to the front,

and covered her two small breasts. Ying'er murmured softly, seemingly sprawling on the bed, her two beautiful breasts

pressing my hands down.

I whispered in Ying'er's ear, "Ying'er, lift your body up a bit." At the same time, I lifted her up with my hands.

Ying'er understood what I meant, and shyly but obediently lowered her arms,

slightly . Finally, I could freely knead Ying'er's soft breasts.

So tender.

It was the first time I'd felt this way from a girl's breasts—not plump, not firm, just tender. She

could be teased, but not violated. I kneaded them slowly, my lower body reacting intensely. Ying'er felt

the hardness against her inner thighs and couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing back onto the mattress.

I used a little force to turn us both onto our sides, pulling my right arm from under Ying'er's armpit and

passing it under her head. I let Ying'er rest her head on my arm, my right hand slipping inside her swimsuit neckline,

grasping , gently shaping the soft flesh in my hands. Feeling the small

, firm nipples, I began to gently knead them with my fingers. Ying'er's breathing grew heavier, and she slowly curled up like a lamb

, nestled in my arms.

Slowly, my left hand began to caress Ying'er's body extensively, her smooth skin intoxicating me. Ying'er

wasn't short, a little over 1.6 meters, with a touch of baby fat on her face and a shapely figure.

She n't bony at all, yet she was very light to hold, probably because of her small frame. She was truly a lovely

girl.

Taking advantage of Ying'er's slightly intoxicated state, my hand quietly slipped to her lower abdomen, even touching a

few sparse hairs. Ying'er suddenly trembled, pressing my hand firmly down, and said very firmly, "No,

not now."

I was a little disappointed, quite puzzled by Ying'er's stubborn refusal to do it during the day. Much later, when we

occasionally talked about it, Ying'er said with a hint of frustration, "You're such a blockhead! I was a virgin back then. Did you expect me

to go swimming with blood streaming down my back?" I was speechless. Ying'er continued, "Besides, what girl wants her

first time to happen so hastily? It should be a long, intimate time under warm lights, and afterwards, being able to

fall asleep peacefully in a man's arms. That's the bare minimum, isn't it?" It was then that I realized I

really was quite a blockhead.

At Xiaomeisha Beach, Ying'er was very excited. Having never swum in the waves before, she was initially a little

timid, but gradually relaxed, like a white fish swimming through the green waves. Looking at Ying'er's

fair skin, I felt a pang of regret if she got tanned.

The water at Xiaomeisha wasn't very good. From a distance, it looked like a bluish-green, but near the shore, it

felt very murky. Each wave slowly surged in and receded, leaving behind a trail of white foam, which looked quite unpleasant.

I've been to Sanya several times on business trips and seen the clear, pale blue waters of Yalong Bay reflecting the sunlight. Here, I felt

no interest whatsoever. Standing waist-deep in the water, I watched Ying'er swim listlessly.

Ying'er, however, seemed quite happy. The pools she'd swum in before were all outdoor public pools like those in stadiums, where the water quality was

probably far inferior to that of Xiaomeisha. She swam around me, calling my

name several times. Not wanting to disappoint her, I slowly swam with her. My head submerged, and when I opened my eyes, I found the water at Xiaomeisha

wasn't so unbearable after all; at least I could see Ying'er's two white legs kicking alluringly.

When Ying'er got tired, she stopped and playfully splashed water on me. I started splashing back. In the midst of this playful banter,

my mood brightened.

Last year, I told Ying'er, "I went to Muztagh Ata, a place we'd always wanted to visit but never got around to. I

circled the Black Lake below the snow-capped peaks; the scenery was spectacular, but I found it incredibly boring."

Ying'er replied with just a smiley face. Clever as she is, she knew why I was bored,

and knew I knew why too. Because often, the joy of travel isn't about how

beautiful the scenery is, but about the people you travel with. What I said was simply to tell Ying'er that I was still

fulfilling our initial wishes.

Ying'er, that knowledgeable and quick-witted girl, has brought so much joy and happiness,

but our conversations are often filled with frustration. For example, when discussing something, my habit is to first tell a concise

story, then smoothly introduce my viewpoint. But often, I've barely begun the story when Ying'er

already knows what I'm telling and what I'm trying to say, and she'll directly express her agreement

or disagreement.

After being rebuffed like this several times, I looked helplessly at Ying'er and said, "Do you have to be so clever

? It'll shatter a man's pride to pieces."

Ying'er suddenly looked at me with a very infatuated expression: "I heard that women become

stupid after having children."

I was instantly moved, but then I realized, no, that's

a line ," not from this Ying'er.

Sure enough, Ying'er immediately grinned mischievously: "But no one will ever make me have a child!"

But now, what kind of man has this Ying'er, who doesn't want to worry about children, who is always obsessed with backpacking the world and wants to use technology to change

the future, met that makes her willing to wash her hands of cooking and have

a second baby?

I watched Ying'er, who was dodging and splashing water on me while giggling, and a thought suddenly

occurred : Will she make me finally let go of Ying'er?

September 30, 2006 (afternoon)

Ying'er was exhausted from playing. She had a simple bowl of noodles at the hotel for lunch and then went back to her room for a nap. This time, I

didn't take the opportunity to grope her again. Instead, I opened my laptop and started replying to company emails. Although I'm in sales and

have a lot of freedom, being in a German company means I still have to handle business outside of holidays.

Today is the last day of the third quarter, and sure enough,

emails marked with the highest priority "quarter review" in bright red were at the top of my inbox. I glanced at the numbers I had to

shoulder and sighed inwardly.

I joined this company right after graduation, working my way up from technical support to pre-sales, then to sales, and finally

to a team leader in the South China government sector. To outsiders, my career seemed increasingly glamorous. However,

only I truly know the bitterness of the journey. Weekly reviews, quarterly performance evaluations, semi-annual staff

reshuffles, and ever-increasing performance pressures each fiscal year—my income has multiplied several times, but my mental and physical well-being has become utterly exhausted. Now, I increasingly

doubt whether this path I've chosen is worthwhile.

Yet, I still refuse to turn back. Deep down, one sentence continues to support me as I grit my teeth and move forward.

When Ying'er said goodbye, she earnestly told me, "Broken bird, I firmly believe that one day you will soar

high ."

At that moment, Ying'er rolled over in bed, making a lazy sound that pulled me back from my thoughts. Looking at Ying'er's

slightly chubby face as she lay on the pillow, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Ying'er said she didn't even

fill out exam was just a way to mark the end of her high school years. Based on her grades, she should have been able to

get into Sichuan University. She should have been enjoying her youth strolling along the banks of the Jiang'an River, amidst the ginkgo trees, but instead, she was forced to live in a crowded dormitory shared by many adult

women , spending her days pressing

the bodies of one greasy or flabby man after another with her delicate fingers.

Two intelligent girls, each with their own unique qualities and similar grades, were led by fate to walk two completely different paths.

The difference between this path isn't just between heaven and earth, but between paradise and purgatory.

Now, she's a girl I've been intimate with; it's time for her to do something. When I get back,

I'll go find the distributors and see if I can get her a clerical job. In the three years I've been in sales, I haven't

taken a single penny of kickback from the distributors. I believe someone will still be willing to pay that price.

Ying'er actually slept until after four in the afternoon. She was so relaxed next to me. After waking up, she saw me

working and considerately didn't disturb me. She took the novel I'd been reading on the train, sat by

the window , and quietly flipped through it.

I glanced up and saw Ying'er so focused on her book, her long eyelashes, her slightly pursed lips, the sunlight shining

on her simple dress—a very scholarly and comfortable scene. My heart ached for no reason again. I gently called out

to Ying'er, and she hummed in response, looking up at me questioningly.

I said in a calm but firm tone, "Ying'er, don't neglect your English. Read more English

books when you have time."

Ying'er looked at me quietly, seemingly puzzled but also as if she had thought of something. Then she hummed in agreement and

nodded solemnly.

I didn't say anything more and went back to doing my own thing. Ying'er also lowered her head to read her

book. Time flowed quietly like this. I loved this quiet and tacit understanding; I think Ying'er liked it too.

After dinner, I held Ying'er's hand and strolled along the beach. A cool breeze was blowing, and the

crowds were much smaller, making me feel very relaxed.

In this romantic and leisurely chat, Ying'er finally couldn't resist. She pulled me, stopped,

looked up into my eyes, and said, "Brother Xing, I like you."

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ying'er, I like you too." Ying'er

smiled, her face flushed with a radiant blush.

Although she understood that my "like" and hers didn't mean the same thing, she

was still very happy.

Ying'er looked up at me again, asking earnestly, "But, Brother Xing, I don't understand why you

like me?"

I was taken aback; this was a difficult question to answer. Yes, under normal circumstances, given the vast differences in age, lifestyle, and

education , it would be hard for me to like Ying'er. If it weren't for Ying'er, my

relationship with Ying'er would probably be like that of the massage parlor lady from Northeast China—a regular customer, to put it bluntly.

I looked at Ying'er, made a decision, and said softly, "Ying'er, I don't want

to talk about this today. Tomorrow, I'll tell you slowly, okay?"

I wanted at least this day to belong to Ying'er; I didn't want to talk about Ying'er and disturb her mood.

Ying'er hummed in agreement and happily hugged my arm. That

evening, back at the hotel, I showered first, then lay in bed watching the sports channel. Ying'er went to shower too, and

listening to the water, I was truly distracted this time.

Ying'er quickly came out, wearing a bathrobe, and walked to the bedside. I turned off the TV and looked at Ying'er, smiling slightly.

Ying'er seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still took off her bathrobe herself, leaving only her underwear, and slipped

under .

I reached out and pulled Ying'er close. Ying'er shyly buried her head in my shoulder and

said in a voice barely audible, "Turn off the light..."

The light was off, and in the darkness, I kissed Ying'er's lips again. This time, Ying'er trembled and

offered my mouth, allowing me to savor it at will.

I reached behind Ying'er and grabbed the hook of her bra. Ying'er's body stiffened, but she didn't react.

I gently twisted my hand, and the bra opened. Ying'er cooperated by pulling it down from her shoulders, her upper body completely naked.

Ying'er said with a hint of reproach, "How come you can unhook your bra faster than me? You're too skilled."

I couldn't respond, but continued to roam over her body, gently kneading Ying'er's breasts, occasionally caressing her

slender waist and small buttocks. Ying'er's breathing gradually became heavier. I pulled down my underwear, embracing Ying'er completely naked

. My erection pressed against her buttocks. My hand slipped inside her underwear,

kneading her buttocks with some force. Ying'er began to moan softly. My other hand moved to her mons pubis,

finding very sparse hair. I continued to gently rub it, and Ying'er curled up in my arms, too afraid to move.

Finally, I grabbed the sides of Ying'er's underwear and pulled it down to her thighs. My erect penis and smooth

buttocks finally made intimate contact.

At that moment, Ying'er hugged me tightly, her voice trembling with tears, and said, "Brother Xing, I'm not ready yet."

I was a little speechless. I probed her labia with my fingers, getting them wet with her juices, and teased her, "

Ying'er, you're so wet, and you're still not ready?"

Ying'er didn't answer, but just hugged me tightly and suddenly began to sob softly.

A sudden pang of pity gripped my heart, and I softly asked, "Ying'er, are you really not ready yet?"

Ying'er hummed in agreement, then hesitated before saying, "But... if... you really want to... you

can ..."

My scalp seemed to tingle, and my desire vanished in an instant. How could I possibly

accept how could I possibly repay it? Only now did I truly understand what it meant to be deeply moved by the kindness of a beautiful woman.

I inserted my penis between her buttocks. Ying'er thought I was going to start again, and her muscles tensed with tension. I

felt a pang of regret. My penis rubbed against the warmest, wetter spot a couple of times before reluctantly pulling it out, and then I silently

pulled Ying'er's panties back up.

Ying'er was somewhat surprised and looked up, calling out, "Brother Xing?"

I said softly, "Ying'er, don't worry, Brother Xing will never take advantage of you if you're not ready

."

Ying'er was deeply moved and kissed my lips, her small hand reaching down to grasp my erection.

This time, it was my turn to be a little surprised.

Ying'er said, "Not ejaculating isn't good for your health, is it?"

I was immediately amused and laughed, "Ying'er, what do you usually watch? You actually believe these kinds of

fantasies ?"

Ying'er explained embarrassedly, "I've seen some romance novels that say that..." I immediately thought

of those cheesy stories about a devilish CEO falling in love with me; it seems they really have a wide audience.

As she spoke, Ying'er tried to let go, but I held her hand down, gently covering it with my own, teaching

her to slowly stroke it.

At first, Ying'er mechanically followed my movements up and down, but soon she became more natural, her movements becoming more fluid and natural. With

her skillful manipulation, waves of pleasure began to wash over her.

Finally, I was nearing my climax. I gently asked Ying'er, "Can I ejaculate on your chest?"

Ying'er nodded softly.

I rolled over and straddled her waist. Ying'er knew she was close, and her hands quickened their pace.

My desire finally erupted, most of it landing on Ying'er's chest, the first few drops staining her

neck.

Ying'er looked at me, smiling slightly, her face radiant with happiness.

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