It seems like an old friend has come.

On the morning of the 30th, I was shocked to hear the news of Anita Mui's passing. It happened so fast, so incredibly fast!

Although I knew about her illness in early September, she was still so energetic and resolute then,

making it hard to believe this day would come.

Especially in November, she held eight concerts in a row, and even went to Japan at the end of the month

to shoot a beauty advertisement. All of this caught me completely off guard.

I turned on my computer, letting the melodies of "Like Flowing Water," "It Seems Like an Old Friend," and "Holding Tight to the Person Before Me," which had once

moved me deeply, touch me again. At the same time, I found this unfinished manuscript from over a year ago.

Actually, "It Seems Like an Old Friend" was my first erotic work.

I lost interest after writing about half of it, then abandoned it, and ultimately left it unfinished. I hadn't originally planned to see it again

, but now I feel like I want to do something, so… I'll let it be published anyway.

Given my current mood, I really can't write any erotic scenes, so many of the planned scenarios have to be

rushed through.

The deceased is gone, further words are useless. May Amei live a more wonderful life in another world.

It was like an old

friend returning. It was an awards ceremony. I was late, and when I arrived, someone was giving a speech on stage. Out of politeness,

I quietly stood at the back of the crowd. The speaker's content was very similar in

general , and he had many unique insights. Compared to most of the people around me who were just going through the motions, I

listened with great interest and benefited a lot.

At the end of the speech, the speaker said:

"My success today is inseparable from the strong support of my wife behind me. Therefore, I invite my wife

to come up on stage and share this honor with me!"

Honestly, it seems like everyone likes to do this these days, I thought to myself. But soon, I was

surprised to see Eva. She stood up a little flustered at first, but quickly

calmed down, walked onto the stage, stood with her husband, and posed for photos with the reporters. She even carefully straightened her husband's

tie, and the two smiled lovingly at each other.

At that moment, in this scene, my feelings weren't jealousy or regret, just a faint sense of loss.

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter, raised it to her joyful face on stage, drank it all in one gulp, and turned to leave

the venue.

Leaving the hotel, I got into my BMW 318i and drove aimlessly along the East Wing corridor.

Looking at the hazy sky outside, my mood was far from good. I turned on the radio, and a mournful

song flowed out:

"You watch me on stage, doing the play you want to do.

Do you remember the carefree days of the past?

Joy, sorrow, old age, sickness, and death are not legendary.

I hate that on stage, you and I are not each other.

The vast world and the unpredictable will of heaven have separated us

. Heartbreaking words, the sound of wind and rain, seem like an old friend returning."

Suddenly, I made a decision. I changed trains, and in less than ten minutes, I boarded

the ferry to Lantau Island. Standing on the deck, feeling the salty sea breeze, I couldn't help but reminisce about my past with Eva.

Fresh out of university and entering the workforce, I was successful, from a wealthy family, and handsome.

Girls would line up along Nathan Road from Mong Kok to Tsim Sha Tsui to throw themselves at me. Back then, I was young and impetuous, and naturally, I partied every night.

I met Eva at a friend's birthday party—a very dramatic encounter.

Late, I rushed to the karaoke room my friend had booked. Just as I was about to push open the door,

a extended her hand, and our hands bumped heavily in mid-air.

Out of politeness, I quickly withdrew my hand and apologized.

Simultaneously, the girl opposite me also withdrew her hand, blushing, and said the same thing.

We both spoke in unison, which was incredibly awkward. We just stared at each other, yet simultaneously

burst into laughter.

Out of politeness, I opened the door for her, bowing and gesturing for the lady to go first. But then,

a dark, fluffy thing came flying at me. My natural reaction was to pull her behind me,

shielding her with my body.

"Smack!"

My face made intimate contact with a large piece of birthday cake, and a wild

cheer erupted in the room.

My friends in the room seemed quite tipsy; it was unclear

who this cake bomb was aimed at. Eva, however, assumed I had taken the fall for her, and apologetically

wiped the cake crumbs from my face with a tissue.

Feeling her gentle touch, even I, a seasoned woman, felt a tiny bit embarrassed

.

When the party ended, being a fellow resident of Taikoo City, I naturally assumed the role of her protector.

The carriage remained silent

I casuallythroughout the journey picked up a CD and put it on. The first song was Anita Mui's "

It Seems Like an Old Friend": "We were both passersby, both dreamers, we should have been a pair.

In the dreams of youth, we didn't wake up until we had to return.

Who will we share meals and lodging with?

Whatever we haven't obtained, whatever is in the past, is always the most perfect match.

" "You...like Anita Mui's songs too?"

she asked timidly.

With a topic in mind, things became easier. In the short half-hour journey, I quickly became acquainted with her using my quick wit

and our shared interests. I learned that her parents were both civil servants, she

worked as a secretary in a trading company, and she had a younger sister studying in Canada.

During our conversation, she mentioned my large CD collection and hesitated to speak. A thought struck me, and I invited her

to see my collection. She hesitated slightly but agreed.

After parking the car, I led her home.

"It's so nice!"

she exclaimed as soon as we entered.

This house was bought by my grandmother years ago for my wedding. It was rented out a few years ago, until...

I recently started working and finally moved back in to live here myself. I wasn't satisfied with the layout, so I asked a designer friend to

redesign it, changing the original two-bedroom design into a fully open-plan space, greatly increasing the feeling of space. He also

added many beautiful and romantic decorative touches according to my personal tastes, spending over 500,000 HKD in total.

My dad even scolded me for it, but I still think it was worth it. The living conditions in Hong Kong are not good,

making people feel oppressed. Suddenly coming to such a spacious and comfortable place, one unconsciously opens their heart.

In this romantically decorated house, I've won over countless girls.

I let her go to the CD shelf to pick one out, and she was once again amazed by my extensive collection. Of course, I've always been very confident in

my collection, often proudly boasting to my friends that there's no song I can't find here.

She looked left and right, unable to make up her mind. I smiled and said to her,

"No need to be so picky, you can come whenever you like."

"Really? That's great!"

She finally made up her mind, picked out five or six pictures, and prepared to say goodbye. Turning around, her eyes were immediately fixed on my

bed, that big, soft double bed.

"Wow, what an adorable Kitty!"

She was instantly captivated.

A man's bed with a huge Kitty doll—I think everyone's first thought

would be : a female figure!

Actually, everyone's wrong. I don't know which mischievous friend told me that having a cute, trendy

large doll on the bed is incredibly effective at getting girls into bed. After trying it, I found it to be a surprisingly good

method ! The girl hugs the doll, you hug her, chat, touch this and squeeze that, and it's

all done in no time—incredibly efficient!

The Kitty doll on my bed now is the latest model I specially asked someone to bring back from Japan;

it's a super weapon I haven't even used yet!

As she knelt on the bed and lifted Kitty out, her black floral tank top

rode up, revealing her dazzlingly white waist, contrasting beautifully with her slightly trembling, rounded hips beneath her denim skirt—she was incredibly

sexy !

I felt a fire ignite in my lower abdomen. I gently pounced on her, pressing her tightly

against Kitty. She was startled at first, crying out,

"Sam, no!"

Eva struggled, but my assault quickly overwhelmed her resistance. I reached my hands under her

armpits towards her chest, and she tried to lower her arms, which were wrapped around Kitty, to block me. I was prepared, using

my arms to block her, and my hands continued to reach deeper. This time she learned her lesson, clinging tightly to Kitty,

pressing her chest against it, preventing my ascent.

"Hmph...you think this will stop me? You underestimate me!"

My index finger gently circled the edge of her breast, rubbing her delicate

skin . I felt her whole body tense up and contract. I chuckled inwardly: the more tense she is, the more sensitive she becomes.

While my hands were working hard, my mouth wasn't idle either, gently kissing her smooth back,

then her neck, and finally taking her earlobe into my mouth, licking it back and forth. My already erect

penis pressed against her round buttocks, reaching between her legs through her clothes.

Slowly, she softened under my gentle onslaught. My hand seized the opportunity to slip inside, and

the girl's pretty, firm breasts were now completely in my grasp. I gently kneaded them, eliciting heavy

breathing. I pinched the nipples with my thumb and forefinger, continuing to stimulate her, which turned into soft moans in my ears.

Her face was turned to one side, flushed, and she was breathing heavily. I lowered my head, kissed her cheek,

and then sealed her lips with mine. My tongue slipped in, entwined with hers, and pulled it into my mouth, sucking greedily

.

After a long while, we finally ended the wet kiss. At this moment, her eyes, still breathing softly,

shone with a shy and alluring charm. I knew it was time. I took off her denim skirt, and she obediently

reached out so I could remove her tank top.

What followed was naturally a natural progression, except I enjoyed the pleasure while she endured the pain.

To be honest, I'm not exactly a gentleman, but I'm not promiscuous either. Sleeping with a girl I'd known for less than six hours—that's definitely not my style! I still can't understand why I was so impulsive

that night . 　　After that night, Eva didn't pester me like some girls would; instead, a few days later, I couldn't resist asking her out for dinner, a movie, and shopping. Then, I took her home. At first, she was hesitant, but eventually, she obediently gave in. 　　From then on, she naturally became my girlfriend, although I never officially admitted it, at least in the eyes of my relatives and friends. 　　Our beautiful and sweet life slowly passed by until that Christmas. 　　Although many people came to the outlying islands to celebrate, compared to the atmosphere in Central, it was like night and day . 　　An hour ago, I was in the heart of Central's bustling Christmas party, and now I was standing in front of a small holiday home on an outlying island . 　　Giving up a party and coming all the way to this deserted island wasn't like Eva at all . 　　I opened the door with the key the landlady had left me. The room was beautifully decorated, certainly festive enough, but what truly caught my eye was the large gift box in the center of the room. I 　　closed the door behind me, went over, and picked up the greeting card from 　　the 　　　　　　　　　　　　　box 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　: 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　******* 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　* 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 　　* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *"""""" 　　" " 　　Confetti rained down as expected, but Eva, standing amidst the colorful display, unexpectedly made my heart flutter. 　　Completely different from her usual plain attire, Eva was wearing a white bodysuit-like garment. The remarkably supple fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her not-so-stunning figure with a curvaceous alluring silhouette. The distinct outline of her nipples was clearly visible on her perfectly round breasts. At the junction of her full thighs and slender waist, a large pom-pom was embroidered, trembling slightly, exuding a provocative aura . 　　Her smooth, beautiful legs were encased in fluffy white high-heeled boots, and even her hands wore white fur gloves. Even more astonishing was the headband Eva wore, decorated with a pair of soft, fluffy bunny ears! 　　The Eva before me was practically a sexy bunny girl from Playboy magazine. 　　Looking at Eva's infinitely shy and pretty face, I understood a lot. I never imagined that a casual remark I made would cause such a change in Eva. 　　Eva possessed a rare kind of sexiness, and my desire was naturally aroused, mixed with an overwhelming sense of warmth. 　　"Come on, my little bunny." 　　I took Eva out of the gift box and gently placed her on the bed. This Christmas feast that Eva had carefully prepared for me needed to be savored properly! 　　While playing with her round and firm breasts, I grabbed the furry ball on her lower back and playfully brushed against Eva's smooth and round buttocks. 　　"Mmm... Sam... Oh... It tickles... It tickles..." 　　Eva gently wiggled her buttocks. Naturally, she was very sensitive and couldn't resist this teasing. With the influence of her sexy outfit, I could already see a small wet patch quietly expanding between her thighs . 　　I somewhat laboriously took off her very elastic bodysuit and slowly raised Eva's buttocks, preparing her for an unforgettable Christmas Eve in the rear position. 　　"Sam, be gentle, don't be too rough, I'm scared..." 　　Eva looked back at me, pitiful. 　　"What are you afraid of... Hehe, tomorrow's a holiday..." 　　"I... I..." 　　Eva hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something. 　　"Speak quickly." 　　I had already thrust my thick, swollen tip into Eva's wet cavity. 　　"Sam, I... I... I have a left!" 　　"What!" 　　I doubted my ears, but my eyes told me Eva was serious. 　　Like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, the desire in my heart subsided faster than my body. 　　Eva didn't know that she had uncovered the deepest scar in my heart. Everything she had done for me before vanished in an instant, all turned into a ridiculous scheme. 　　Why? Why do women always think that they can bind the men they like with children? Why did you, Eva, do something so foolish like those stupid women? 　　I will use my actions to completely shatter your ridiculous hopes! 　　"Sam, Sam, what...what are you doing? Don't scare me like that!" 　　Seeing my pale face as I got up, dressed, and put on my shoes, Eva was completely terrified. Just as I was about to leave, she snapped out of her daze and grabbed my hand tightly. 　　"If you want to have the baby, I'll cover all the expenses; if you don't want to have the baby , I'll find you a doctor and take care of everything." 　　With that, I forcefully shook off Eva's hand and stormed out the door. 　　"Sam, don't go! Don't go!" 　　Eva's heart-wrenching cries came from behind the door, but they couldn't hold me back. 　　An hour later, I found myself once again in the midst of a wild Christmas party. Tonight, I would use alcohol, dancing, and women to forget the unpleasantness Eva had brought me. 　　To avoid the anticipated trouble, I had the company move my planned business trip forward. I left the next day and spent over a month in the United States, then took a long vacation, enjoying the Caribbean along the way. 　　Back in Hong Kong, everything was calmer than I had imagined. 　　I heard that her parents came to pick her up a few days later. 　　I heard that she later suffered a miscarriage for unknown reasons. 　　I heard that she immigrated to Canada with her family. 　　I heard… 　　and so, she gradually faded from my life. 　　Leaving the pier, it was late at night. Under the moonlight, I walked along the road towards Dongdi Xiaozhu. I stopped in front of a convenience store, intending to buy a bottle of water, but the old cassette player inside was playing a mournful song: 　　"When and where will we meet again to say how warm this night is? 　　Unable to be together, yet bound by fate, memories linger, life is too short. A 　　single longing, two bitter loves, half a lifetime unfinished, 　　in the abyss of time, gazing at the bright moon, imagining you with sorrow." 　　I gave a wry smile; what was once a bottle of mineral water had turned into half a dozen beers. 　　After finishing two cans of beer, I arrived at Dongdi Xiaozhu and found the holiday home from years ago. Thankfully, it hadn't been rented out. 　　So I asked the landlady for the room, only to be rejected. I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me. 　　Ten years have passed, and things have changed so much. Who could have imagined that Dongdi Xiaozhu, once hailed as a resort paradise, would now be a haven for charcoal burners? Seeing my dejected look, carrying several cans of beer, it was no wonder the landlady kept me at arm's length. I don't know how much persuasion I used, but I finally convinced the landlady and managed to rent the room.

I pushed open the door and went in. It was the same old place, though the furniture had been replaced, the overall layout remained the same. For

a brief moment , I felt like I had returned to the past.

Leaning against the headboard, I reminisced about the past while pouring beer into my mouth.

Suddenly, a thin, inexplicable mist filled my vision. No way, someone as drunk as me wouldn't be drunk

on just six cans of beer! But… why was everything so blurry?

"Sam… it's you… is it you who's back?"

I murmured softly, and a familiar figure slowly appeared before me.

Eva appeared before me, sometimes as the sexy bunny girl, sometimes as the elegant dress at the party, sometimes

as the outfit we wore when we first met… finally, what became clearer was my favorite pink floral openwork

nightgown.

I reached out and took her hand; it was warm and smooth, confirming that what I was seeing wasn't an illusion.

"Waaah... Sam... Sam... You're finally back... back... Do you know

how long I've waited for you...?"

Eva threw herself at me, crying and laughing at the same time.

We embraced and kissed, the taste of our memories still lingering on our lips.

Eva loosened the belt of her nightgown, revealing a body as youthful and captivating as it had been years ago; time seemed to

have left no trace on her!

Eva straddled me, dancing passionately, like a long-suffering woman reunited with her old lover.

"Ahhh... Sam... Ah... Sam... Sam..."

Eva moaned and called out intensely.

"Sam!"

"Eva!"

Almost simultaneously, our fingers intertwined, and we reached the pinnacle of passion together.

My body was weak and sore, and I lay there panting heavily. Eva slowly lowered her body, and with her

passionate kiss came drops of warm water...

"Eva..."

I groggily turned over, but my arms found nothing.

Huh...

I suddenly woke up, opened my eyes, and a ray of warm sunlight was softly shining into the room.

Looking around, the doors and windows were all closed properly, and my clothes were neatly arranged. Was it all just a

ridiculous dream? If it was a dream, why was that fragrance, which only existed in my memory, still lingering on my pillow?

Why were there tear stains on my face? Why did I feel such a strong sense of reluctance to leave?

Just as I was still immersed in this series of questions, the landlady's annoying knocking sounded at the door.

So reality is reality after all.

Boarding the ferry, watching Lantau Island recede into the distance, I

softly : "

Leave you or leave me to grow old in this world,

before parting, we didn't know how good we were together,

holding hands yet parting, was love even there?

Ten years later, ten thousand years later, we'll be together again, only to regret that we can't see each other."

(The End)

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