【Charming】(Completed) Author: Mysterious Man

Author: Mi Nan
Word Count: 38783

I. Blue

Different stages of life; the same person may have different loves and hates about the same thing.

I remember I used to like blue—blue sky, blue sea, blue racket, blue
stationery , and blue shirt.

Lin couldn't help but ask me why.

I answered, "Blue represents composure, elegance, purity, depth, and a touch of melancholy. I like
these feelings. What about you?"

Lin laughed, "But I always feel it's too flashy." Her gaze fell on my shirt, and she casually added
, "frivolous."

I remember being depressed all afternoon because Lin used such a word to describe blue. She curled up her legs, reclined lazily in the hanging
chair, and flipped through a magazine. I silently watched the cars and people coming and going below. We
were so young then, with such luxurious time and mood.

One year, we often spent time like this in a coffee shop.

II. The Allure of the Virtual World

I was one of the early adopters of the internet, thanks to the computers at my workplace. Back then, there was no broadband, and
opening a single image could take ages. But several of us in the department eagerly participated, mostly chatting in chat rooms, except for playing with text-based puzzles that
lacked visual representation.

My favorite pastime was browsing an internal literary website. Using the username "Blue Shirt," I posted dozens of
short pieces, and within six months, I had gained considerable popularity and even become a moderator.

There was another user on that literary forum named "Mei'er," who was somewhat talented, frequently posting short poems and occasionally
even a few short stories. She was also quite popular, seemingly more so than me.

Talented men and beautiful women have always admired each other, and we got along very well. One afternoon, we met in a chat room and chatted amiably. I
suggested she change her name.

"What should I change it to?" she asked.

"Allure." Although I'd never met her, I always felt that this name suited her better.

"Okay, from now on, I'll be called Allure," she typed quickly, without asking why.

After that, she changed her online name to "Charming," and her popularity soared . There were
probably more than a dozen people online who were head over heels for her.

I said, "Shouldn't you thank me? The name is so suggestive.

" Charming said, "How should I thank you? Give you a photo? Or have you treat me to a meal?"

I protested, "Thank me, and I have to treat you?"

Charming said, "Do you know how many people want to treat me to a meal? That's a huge favor."

I said, "Let's wait until next time. I'm penniless this month, and I'm living off freeloading."

Charming replied, "Oh, what a pitiful child. I'll make an exception this time and let you freeload too."

I had imagined what she looked like before, but at that time I was deeply in love with Lin, and the impure thought only flashed through my mind before I
politely declined , "I'll save this opportunity for when no one else will let me freeload. I'll come to you then." "Pah! It's expired!
This lady never waits for anyone!!!" I remember she used three exclamation marks, revealing a certain level of embarrassed anger.

III. One-Time Relationship My relationship

with Lin was ambiguous for five or six years. Although I decided to marry her the moment we met,
I could never bring myself to say "I love you."

Not for any other reason than a lack of confidence.

Lin grew up year by year, surrounded by more and more men, each more exciting than the last.

Meanwhile, I remained stagnant, with a stable job and occasional articles published in newspapers and magazines. I wasn't poor, but I wasn't rich either.

Lin changed year after year, living a completely different life each year. She enjoyed a vibrant
life, and all the latest trends and avant-garde fashions seemed to fit her naturally and appropriately. But I didn't
find her.

Deep down, Lin was very traditional. I remember her saying, "I'll only have one relationship in my life."

I tensed up. "One relationship? First love is often the most impulsive. What if you meet someone unsuitable?"
"So I consider things carefully before starting a relationship. Once I begin, for better or worse, I'll be committed from beginning to end,
unless… he doesn't want me anymore," she said earnestly.

I never imagined there were girls like this in today's city. From then on, I was filled with anxiety, fearing that one wrong move and
the love of my life would be snatched away by someone else.

But I still couldn't say those three words.

IV. My First Love Gone

Days passed, and my worst fears came true. Lin went to night school, studying the most
popular . Every day, a guy in a big black car would pick her up and drop her off.

"His name is Nan, and he loves telling jokes," Lin told me. She mentioned him frequently in our conversations afterward, saying his
family was in real estate.

I was burning with anxiety. One night, lost in thought, I stood foolishly outside Lin's house for the first time, watching the guy bring her
back.

The two stood at the door chatting for twenty-three and a half minutes. While I was spending all night online playing with mud, this
was just a fleeting moment, but at that moment, it felt like an eternity to me.

I didn't see them kiss, but in the darkness, I was certain that Lin's first love was gone.

V. A Dejected

Man's Despondency Has a Huge Power to Some Women

For six months, I partied every night, drinking and seducing a dozen girls and women. I had no real talent, only
decadence—truly and utterly decadent.

I saw Lin less and less. Her maid, Ruru, tried to ask
me out several times, but when I refused, she asked Jiacheng to go out with me.

I couldn't refuse Jiacheng; he was my childhood friend, we were inseparable, sharing everything, even
exchanging erotic writings on paper. Back then, I didn't know about Yuanyuan online, or Wuji, let
alone Fengyue, Coastline, or Lamb.

We only had motorcycles then, and I would often take Ruru and Jiacheng would take Lin, hiking, island hopping, karaoke—seemingly
a happy time. But Lin and I grew increasingly distant and polite.

Lin gradually learned of my absurdity, and one day she couldn't help but say, "It's strange, why do you always go after
women who already have boyfriends?" She frowned, her expression seemingly disdainful.

I just drank with a pale face, feeling lewd and gleeful inside. "I slept with a married woman, what's it to you!"

Sixth,

in the dating system, there's a talented young woman named Jing Jin. She's pretty and has many suitors and
is arrogant because she has a small column in the evening newspaper. She usually ignores me, but lately she's been constantly asking about my well-being, "You look so haggard, did you break up with your boyfriend?"

I knew she had a section chief boyfriend she was engaged to, and I said with a wicked smile, "You're really perceptive! Are you going to give me
psychological counseling, or are you going to sacrifice yourself for me?"

Jingjin remained calm and said, "I'm not interested in either. Are you coming to the New Year's gathering on the 29th?"

I said, "No, there are too many leaders. I have to bow and scrape to every one of them." Ever since I joined this unit
, I haven't attended the New Year's gathering every year.

Jingjin said, "There's a lucky draw this year. The grand prize is a trip to Thailand for two." Back then, a trip to Thailand was still a very novel
thing. Several bigwigs had taken a trip there under the guise of an economic inspection and came back talking about how beautiful and charming the ladyboys were,
making us lowly soldiers drool with envy.

But I still couldn't muster the interest. At least three women I could sleep with had made plans for that night. "I've
never had any , I've never even won a small prize in the lottery. Besides, the one less person comes, the more chances you have to win, isn't that good?"

Jing Jin suddenly said, "I have a show, don't you want to watch? I've heard you guys always talking about it."

I stared at Jin, wondering what she was up to, and lewdly said, "A striptease? If it's me, I'll come."

Jing Jin seemed a little embarrassed and actually said, "Tough-chested, come or not, it's up to you!" She turned and
left .

My crotch felt warm. This kind of woman who is usually dignified can be quite alluring when she's being flirtatious.

VII. The dancing girls

were indeed shirtless. Jing Jin and the other girls dancing with her all looked
incredibly beautiful .

They seemed to be only wrapped in a big red cloth, with one snow-white shoulder and one fair arm bare, and the other side trailing a long
water sleeve. Their waists were graceful and they swayed beautifully. I can't remember the name of the dance, it was either "The Sky is Full of Clouds" or "The Clouds Fly".

I know absolutely nothing about dance. After watching for a long time, I still couldn't understand what they were trying to express. I just
happily admired the beautiful arms swaying and dancing. Their owners were all elegant ladies within the system,
rarely showing their true colors.

After this dance, there was nothing else that could pique my interest. I sat in a corner, boredly waiting for the final
lottery draw.

Several dancing girls, having removed their makeup and carrying large bags, came out through a small door beside the stage.
Naturally, the lecherous men within the system followed them. Their makeup hadn't completely faded, their eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, their beauty like peach blossoms.

Jing Jin and a girl walked over and actually stopped in front of me. Her beautiful eyes glanced around and she said, "Are there no
chairs?"

I quickly went to get two chairs. Jing Jin pointed to the girl next to her, "Li Jia, from the xxx Finance Department,"
but didn't introduce me to her.

I nodded, and Li Jia whispered, "Hello." Although her makeup was still on, I felt
she was blushing, and I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times
. This girl wasn't shy at all; a smile played on her lips as she stared at me intently.

Jing Jin suddenly spoke in a movie-like Mandarin accent, "What, love at first sight?"

Even though I'm known for my thick skin at work, this sudden, crazy remark made me blush. I
immediately retorted haphazardly, "Little Jinjin, don't be jealous. I'll have a late-night snack with you later."

Without thinking, Jing Jin replied, "Okay, to Haijing. I've made a reservation."

I was caught off guard, realizing for the first time how formidable this girl was.

Li Jia sat down gracefully and quietly watched the program.

Eight, the lottery

call machine vibrated; I went to the office to return a call, and Lingling urged me to come over.

I went back to the multi-purpose hall to find Jingjin and handed her the lottery ticket. "I'm leaving now. I'll check the ticket for you later. If we win,
we'll split it. Don't swallow it all."

Jingjin didn't take it, glaring at me. "Didn't we agree to have a late-night snack together?"

I chuckled. "Are we really going to Haijing?"

Jingjin said angrily, "We made a reservation. Ask Li Jia!"

Li Jia looked at me, noncommittal.

I was taken aback, realizing she wasn't joking. I could only say, "It's a friend's reservation. I'll treat
you to make amends."

Jingjin's face turned frosty. "No way! You'll turn on me if you go. Don't ever come to my place to photocopy anything again."

I sat down with a wry smile, inwardly consoling myself, "Fine, I won't go. Are these two beauties really less attractive than
a little slut?" I gazed at their two beautiful faces, lost in fantasies.

When the grand prize was drawn, the noisy hall quieted down. The system's top leader was invited to the stage to
draw the prize. He pulled a folded ticket from the lottery box, unfolded it, examined it carefully, and loudly read out several
numbers .

I only glanced at the two suffixes on the ticket and knew I had no chance of winning. I smiled at Jing Jin, "Don't tell me you
won ."

Jing Jin curled her bright red lips and tore the ticket in half.

The top leader read out the winning numbers again, and a low hum echoed in the hall. Everyone looked around,
wanting to see who the lucky winner was.

I also looked around and heard a soft call beside me. I turned my head and saw Li Jia staring at the ticket in her hand,
motionless. Jing Jin leaned over and immediately shouted joyfully, "You won! You won!" She raised her long, white arm
high and waved it towards the stage, shouting, "Over here! Over here!" as if she were the one who had won.

9.

My romantic fantasies were shattered before I even reached Haijing. It turned out that besides Jingjin's section chief fiancé,
several other couples from her workplace were also there.

Drinking beer and eating delicious food while overlooking the sea through the glass windows at Haijing was indeed a very enjoyable
experience.

My phone kept vibrating, but I didn't have a cell phone then, and I was too lazy to answer calls, so
I simply turned it off.

Li Jia sat next to me, ladled me a bowl of soup, and said with a smile, "You're really popular, aren't you? Is she your girlfriend?"

I thought of Lin and couldn't help but feel dejected. "No, she doesn't call me anymore."

Li Jia glanced at me. "Did you two have a fight?"

I shook my head. "No." If Lin were willing to fight with me, that would be a luxury.

Li Jia, biting the tip of her chopsticks, suddenly asked, "How much do you two love each other?"

My heart was heavy with bitterness, and it took me a while to answer, "We didn't love each other. I loved her, but she didn't love me. We
never even started."

Li Jia paused, then laughed. "Unrequited love? You're that kind of person?"

Looking at her smile, I said irritably, "Can't I? Why can't I be that kind of person?"

Li Jia smiled beautifully, revealing her white teeth. "Because you're always so confident and charismatic, like
a bunch of girls are always throwing themselves at you."

I was puzzled. "I'm always so confident and charismatic? How did you know?"

Her face flushed slightly, and her curved lips gave her a sweet look. "In that article, 'Sighs of This Life,' there's
a heartless Lin. Isn't that her?"

I suddenly realized, "You're Wumei!"

Li Jia looked at me with a smile and said, "Do you think it's like her?"

Strictly speaking, she wasn't the Wumei type, but rather the fresh and sweet type, but I knew I wasn't
wrong because the Wumei online had once discussed Lin in that article with me in great detail.

"I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental person." Wumei looked at me with a grin.

I found it extremely grating and retorted with a sharp remark, "I'm not. Don't take things out of context after hearing just a few words."

Wumei exclaimed, "Oh dear, I misspoke. It should be called a person deeply in love." She still had that carefree,
playful look.

I finally snapped, "You call me a Casanova, not a Casanova! You're so lucky, one in a million!
Want me to reciprocate your feelings?"

She lowered her head to drink her soup, her dark eyes glancing at me with a half-smile. "That wouldn't be bad," she said, "why not take something
that's offered to you ? But whether I accept it or not is up to me."

I stared at her, mentally assessing the allure of this sweet girl.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin, looked up at me, and said, "Let me tell you, I never win anything, but meeting you
tonight , I don't know how, I hit the jackpot. I think…" She paused, a faint
blush rising on her face, and continued, "My luck is about to change."

I suddenly felt something was coming my way, something familiar from the past six months. Several
girls or women who gave me this feeling had all ended up having bad luck.

X. Romantic Luck

The next day at noon, Jing Jin called, her voice languid.

As I fantasized about her fragrant shoulders under the covers, I interrogated her, "You've come to my doorstep! What
happened ? Confess or I'll beat you up!"

Jingjin said, "Your luck with women has struck! That girl's bewitched, her heart's fluttering. The other day
during dance rehearsals, she found out I was in the same department as you, and she's been pestering you with questions all the time
. She even insisted I introduce you two.

" I was a little smug. "She wants you to arrange a marriage?"

Jingjin scolded, "Introduce me to you! I told her what's so great about your carefree lifestyle, but who knew she'd actually..." "You're bewitched!
Anyway, I introduced her, so you'd better watch yourself. If you dare to mess around, I'll cut you up!" "Cut you up"
was a popular, vicious phrase at the time. A girl saying it through gritted teeth always sent a chill down a man's spine. I
got serious with her. "Sigh, it's all my fault. I'm naturally charming, but! If I can't afford to mess with her, can't I at least avoid her?
Can't I just avoid her altogether?" "What's with the vanity! You're practically selling yourself off, you know?

She's not only beautiful, but she's already..." "You've reached the section chief level, your future is bright. The old man is a retired high-ranking official in the city. You must have accumulated good karma for generations to even get a second glance from him! If you don't seize this opportunity, you'll have wasted your life." " Ever since Lin's first love disappeared, I've known I've wasted my life." Eleven
, Zui and Wumei's relationship developed quickly. Without much deliberate effort, I kissed her on our second date. But this girl wasn't as passionate as Jingjin described. If I didn't contact her, she wouldn't contact me either, often going ten days or half a month without any contact. Jingjin, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic. She and her section chief boyfriend invited us out for tea several times, and whenever she had the chance, she would whisper sweet nothings in my ear , such as how good other people's conditions were, and how you, kid, were not good enough for them, etc. My pride got the better of me, and I couldn't help but fight back, mocking her, "Don't be so spineless. I just took you to Thailand once, and you're always defending her, as if you and she weren't that close before." As a result, I was scolded and refused to go to her place to photocopy documents. For this, I paid the price of running up and down the stairs nearly ten times a day. I saw Lin less and less often, and I was getting drunk more and more frequently. I forget which bar it was, but one night, Wu Mei suddenly called me. I called her back, and she asked in a low voice, "Where are you?" I told her my name and asked if she was coming. Wu Mei said it was nothing, and we could talk on the phone. I said okay, and we talked for what seemed like forever. My heart started pounding, so I told her, "Wait a minute, I'll be back after I throw up." When I was carried out of the restroom, I vaguely saw Wu Mei. A few of my buddies helped her get me into a taxi and told the driver my address. It was a second-hand apartment allocated by my workplace, located in the old city's brightly lit area. The downstairs was full of hair salons of all sizes, which my buddies called "Chicken Island," a place for people to hang out and rest afterward. My parents didn't usually live there. Heaven knows how Wu Mei managed to get me, completely drunk, up to the sixth floor that night. I lay on the sofa, my head spinning, and heard her say in my ear, "I'm too weak. Can you get to bed by yourself?" I just lay still, vomiting intermittently, feeling like I was dying. It was a strange state, my mind both hazy and clear. I knew she was applying a hot towel to my forehead, that she was feeding me water, that she was mopping the floor , that she was showering in the bathroom… Twelve, Do You Love Me? The first thing I saw when I woke up was the wall clock, the hour hand pointing to five in the morning. Then I saw the blanket on me, and then I saw the alluring woman curled up at the other end of the sofa. She was draped in a blanket, and underneath, a slender, delicate foot with exquisitely beautiful lines was visible. It was as white as jade, with faint blue veins visible on it . Her toenails were painted with an even rose color, while the soles and toes were a tender pink, as if reminding one that this was not a work of art. The scene was vividly clear in my memory. I remember staring at her blankly for a long, long time until I heard Wumei ask, "How are you?" Only then did I realize she was awake. I pulled her close, wrapped the blanket around her, and kissed her. Wumei shook her head, saying she smelled. My arm felt her resistance wasn't strong, so I didn't stop. Sure enough, she only struggled slightly before going limp. We kissed, separated, and kissed again, our bodies intertwined, feeling each other's smoothness, teasing, and passion. I thought about the foot I'd seen earlier and began to caress her body. Wumei gasped softly, her hand weakly pressing against mine, as if hesitating whether to refuse. When I felt her hot breath on my face, I pushed my hand down forcefully, through the resistance, my fingertips brushing against soft hair, touching a slippery, tender spot. Wumei let out a soft moan, her hands gripping my hand tightly.

My middle finger could still move slightly, the fingertip greedily savoring that exquisitely tender spot. I knew that at this
point, a woman had no choice but to surrender; I thought she was just making a last-ditch effort.

Suddenly, the alluring woman asked, "Do you love me?"

Thirteen, Pain.

"Do you love me?" It wasn't just the alluring woman who had asked this, but back then I always felt it was a trap. Whenever a woman or
girl asked this, I would be on guard, my mind would be highly tense.

"Do you love me?" the alluring woman asked softly again, her eyes full of gentle allure.

My lust subsided by half, and Lin's face damnably appeared before my eyes.

The alluring woman's limp body began to stiffen, her eyes fixed on me.

I gradually relaxed, and the alluring woman's hands released their grip. I pulled my hand out of her panties.

"You still love her, don't you?" After a long silence, the alluring woman finally asked.

When I was little, even a slight scolding from my parents would make me wail, but after middle school, the ability to cry seemed to
disappear. I remember once being alone on the street and being surrounded and beaten by a group of long-time rivals, almost losing
half my life, but I didn't shed a single tear.

But at this moment, I cried again.

It was as if I had returned to my innocent childhood, burying my face in my knees, grieving uncontrollably and silently.

Wu Mei hugged me from behind, silently.

I told her about Lin, about our past, starting from the day we met, from dawn till dusk.

Fourteen, Half Heaven, Half Hell After that night, I didn't see Wu Mei for half a year.

When we met in online chat rooms, we only exchanged brief greetings, no longer able to have the same
wide-ranging .

On my birthday, I was restless and turned down invitations from Ya, Lingling, Xian'er, Yuanyuan, and someone else.

After meeting Lin, we would appear before each other on our birthdays every year.

But time has passed, will Lin still be the same this year?

The phone rang again, this time it was Ruru, asking if I was free to come over, saying she and Lin were by the water.

I saw Lin again, she and Ruru brought a small cake and a beautifully wrapped gift box.

They clapped their hands and sang "Happy Birthday" to me, I think they must have made all the men in the bar extremely jealous.

After blowing out the candles, I opened the gift box, inside was a light blue shirt, with a small card attached, Lin
's words: "Dear Little Tiantian, Happy Birthday.

" "Sigh, you always like blue, it's so eye-catching, I had no choice but to pick a lighter color for you."
Lin said with a smile, looking at the bright blue shirt I was wearing.

For the first half of that afternoon, I was incredibly happy.

We seemed to have returned to the past, I spoke gently, Lin smiled radiantly, and Ruru even went to the bar
to play dice , which surprised and delighted me.

Lin tapped her face with her fingertip, looked at me and said, "You need to rest, you're still staying up late, aren't you? You've
gotten so thin."

At that moment, I impulsively reached out to hold her soft hand, a feeling creeping into my heart that the
guy was doomed.

But beautiful things are always fleeting.

At 4:30, Lin said she had to leave first. "Ruru will stay with you."

I was surprised, "Why so early?"

Lin said, "I have to work the afternoon shift, from 5 pm to 10 pm, awful, right?"

I asked her where she worked.

She mentioned a real estate company. The name

sounded familiar, and after thinking carefully, I suddenly remembered that Lin had mentioned before that the guy named Nan's family was in
real estate.

In an instant, I fell from heaven to hell.

Fifteen, Embarrassment and Anger

After Lin left, I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask Ruru, but I couldn't ask them, I didn't want to ask them.

Even her job was with that guy's family, what else could I comfort myself with?

Ruru stared at me, watching me drink, and said, "If you keep this up, I'm leaving."

I waved my hand, "Bye-bye."

Ruru sighed and said something meaningful, "I never thought you were so pathetic! I used to think you were so
brilliant, so focused, so persistent, but I was completely wrong."

Unfortunately, I only took it as an insult at the time, and I was furious, spewing venom, "Who do you think you are? A
psychologist, a saint, or a holy mother? I'm not just pathetic, I'm shameless, promiscuous, and have slept with a hundred women! You're
just self-pitying, self-pitying, childish, and ignorant woman who's read too many romance novels! If you were so capable, you wouldn't be following that
heartless, greedy, and ungrateful woman around like a personal maid!"

Ruru's pretty face flushed red, and she grabbed the glass on the table, next to which was a half-eaten cake.

I glared at her fiercely, "Want to pour this on me? Try it." I had personally witnessed her throw yogurt at a weakling
's face, so I had to be stern to avoid any unforeseen consequences.

Ru Ru grabbed her handbag and walked out without looking back.

Sixteen, Goodbye

. Borrowing the clichéd trope of traditional love stories, a torrential downpour began. I sat in a taxi,
unable to see far, utterly lost.

At the intersection, the driver asked for directions again.

I felt a surge of tears, and as I tried to hold them back, I suddenly thought of Wu Mei, and
the feeling of her embracing me from behind that early morning.

I rushed from the car to the small shopping mall downstairs from her building and dialed her number.

It was her father's voice, asking who I was. Perhaps due to his long tenure as an official, his tone, though calm, carried
an air of authority.

I said my name was Mi Tian. Although it was Sunday, I was genuinely worried that Wu Mei wasn't home. Wu Mei's voice trembled as she said

"Hello" on the other end of the line, followed by a soft, breathless sound.

I said, "Come down, I'll wait a minute."

Only half a minute later, I saw Wumei. She was wearing a pair of transparent red plastic slippers,
rushing . Her knee was scraped, and the bright red blood stood out starkly against her pale skin.

I looked at her knee and asked, "What happened?"

Wumei's face was slightly flushed. "Nothing, I just bumped into something."

We were both silent for a moment. She looked at me, her beautiful eyes filled with inquiry.

I said, "It's my birthday today, will you walk with me?"

Wumei was a little surprised. "Your birthday?" She nodded and said, "I'll go get an umbrella and change my clothes."

I then noticed she was wearing pajamas, white with large red polka dots, a very doll-like style.

Wumei ran upstairs and quickly came back down, wearing a light purple floral dress, carrying
an umbrella, still wearing those red slippers. She smiled slightly at me and said, "Let's go."

We walked slowly along the street under umbrellas, not saying much, the rain sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

Passing a pharmacy, I went in and bought cotton swabs, gauze, and medicine, and gave her a
simple .

Wu Mei quietly watched me, reaching out to gently stroke my hair.

We continued walking aimlessly, unknowingly walking quite a distance. Wu Mei slowly moved closer to me, hugging my
arm and nestling against me.

But I damn well had these wild thoughts; what happiness it would be if Lin were nestled beside me at this moment
…

Suddenly, I was startled and realized with annoyance why I was still thinking about her so much, why I still thought about her so much.

Things I dislike are always easier to forget; I began to try to make myself dislike Lin.

Wu Mei suddenly pointed to the park across the street and said, “Want to go in? There are cars everywhere; you might
get splashed with dirty water if you’re not careful.”

I nodded, unable to remember the last time I’d been to a park.

Seventeen, Dancing in the Rain.

The rain grew heavier, and the surroundings were shrouded in a misty curtain of rain. It felt as if only the two of us remained in the vast park.

She kicked at the water on the ground, beaming with joy. "I never thought rainy days could have this advantage; it's like the whole park
is ours."

We stood by the lake, watching the famous bridge in the misty rain, and the countless
ripples .

"So beautiful," she sighed charmingly. "If it weren't raining today, and if you hadn't come to see me, I wouldn't have seen
such a beautiful view."

I couldn't shake Lin from my mind. I shook my head violently and groaned dejectedly, "It hurts, it hurts so much.
Charming can you make me happy?"

Charming stared at me in astonishment, her eyes filled with an inextricable complexity, first intense, then fading, finally
replaced by a gentle, watery tenderness. She said softly, "Let's dance. Whenever I'm unhappy, I dance. Dancing makes me
feel better."

I shook my head and said, "I can't." "I'll teach you, it's easy." As she spoke, Charming squatted down and
took off both of our shoes, placing them neatly under a tree. Without further ado, she wrapped one of my arms around her waist and
led me in a dance. We started with the most basic slow waltz, the steps slow and small. Although I wasn't very good at it, I
didn't step on her feet. Gradually, I relaxed.

We danced by the lake in the misty rain, umbrella in hand. My melancholy gradually eased; a cool
breeze blew into the air, making it incredibly fresh.

For the first time, I realized how beautiful and charming she was without makeup. Gazing at her two soft, jade-like
lips, I felt an urge to kiss her.

She hummed a soft tune softly, her beautiful eyes half-closed, seemingly oblivious to everything. Later, I learned she
was a girl who could become mesmerized by dancing.

Looking down unintentionally, I saw her pair of jade-white feet,
dancing , splashing up clear raindrops.

It was a beautiful scene I will never forget.

Her floral dress and my bright blue shirt were already soaked through, clinging
coldly , yet we both felt the alluring heat of each other's bodies. Under the umbrella, we kissed again.

Eighteen, Because I love you

, we ordered red wine for dinner.

The alluring woman only drank one glass with me before her face turned as beautiful as the sunset, her eyes glistening with tears; she clearly wasn't
a heavy drinker.

"Why did you suddenly come to see me?" she asked, swirling the drink in her glass and glancing at me.

I told a half-truth, "Because... I suddenly missed you."

The alluring woman said, "You two broke up?"

I asked. "Who?" "Lin." "If it never started, how can you break up?" I downed my drink,
inwardly hating Lin.

"But you still care about her, don't you?"

I asked, utterly annoyed. "Why do you keep bringing her up?"

The alluring woman stared at me, saying, "Because she's very important to me."

I became rude. "That's none of your business. Thank you for your concern. Have you finished eating? I'll take you home!"

The alluring woman lowered her head, revealing a section of her smooth, white neck.

I said softly, "I'm sorry."

Wu Mei looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. "This has something to do with me, it will be something to do with me for the rest of my life, because I love
you, I love you deeply. For the past six months, I've thought of you every single moment."

Nineteen, Burning . Wu Mei

came back to "Chicken Island" with me. She insisted on buying a cake to celebrate my birthday.

We ate cake on the sofa while listening to music, occasionally sharing tender kisses. We had a tacit understanding;
we didn't mention Lin again all night, as if afraid of suddenly waking up from a beautiful dream.

As our emotions deepened, I stroked her burning body and said, "Call home."

Wu Mei shook her head, saying in a barely audible voice, "I'm not allowed to call home."

I asked, "Aren't you afraid your dad will scold you?" I couldn't help but ask, thinking of her father's voice.

Wu Mei said, "Tomorrow when I go back, I'll just say I'm sleeping at a colleague's house. Actually, my parents don't really care about me; it's my grandma who
scolds me the most. You have to be good to her in the future." She glanced at me shyly, her eyes misty.

I dared not ponder the meaning behind her words. At that moment, I only longed for something special and intense to fill
the emptiness in my heart. I burned this alluring girl with my lips and hands.

She trembled, biting my ear and panting, "Go take a shower."

I ignored her, still brazenly groping her. "Now."

She moaned, her body limp as if all the bones had been removed.

My hand slipped under her dress, touching her through her underwear. What I touched was a smooth, slippery mass, unlike
other women, with a thick, rich feel.

When my fingers slipped into the edge of her panties, she suddenly became excited, wrapping her arms around my
neck and kissing me passionately, frequently letting her tongue dart into my mouth, allowing me to suckle to my heart's content.

I ignited her passion, and it also set my own desire ablaze. I lifted her soft buttocks and pulled out a
cute , then continued kissing her while unzipping my pants.

As she realized what was about to happen, she mumbled to me, "Not here, don't be too... too hasty
...

don't... go inside." She pointed to the bedroom.

But I was blinded by lust and didn't understand what she meant. Without saying a word, I lifted her skirt
high , pushed her legs apart, and after only a quick glance at that alluring place, I pressed my throbbing erection
against her tender skin.

She glanced at me with a seductive, resentful look, then slowly closed her beautiful eyes.

I could feel the ample lubrication there, but as soon as I thrust in, she cried
out , a startling sound.

I stopped abruptly and asked her what was wrong.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she whispered a single word, "It hurts."

My scalp suddenly tingled. "Is this your first time?" she

asked coquettishly. "Of course! Why do you ask?" Her pretty face flushed crimson, looking anxious, ashamed, and wronged
.

I froze, half-squatting, half-kneeling in front of the sofa.

Twenty. If you're going to ask, then masturbate. Perhaps because of the many absurdities of the past six months, I had
completely lost the concept of virginity.

Xian'er was just a sophomore in college, with a pure and innocent appearance. I had placed the greatest
hopes on her, but the result also disappointed me the most. In bed, her skill was no less than that of Aya, a woman with years of experience
. Thus, I became indifferent to this word that stirred a man's heart.

With alluring, seductive eyes, she whispered, "I didn't know it was your birthday today, so I didn't prepare a gift. This is all I have for you.
Are you happy?"

My hesitation was easily shattered by her charm. I suddenly picked her up from the sofa and carried her into the bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my chest and arms all the way, her body soft and yielding.

I gently placed her on the bed, quickly stripped her naked, turned on the bedside lamp, and buried my face between her
legs .

She covered her head with the blanket in embarrassment, her voice trembling violently, "Don't turn on the light,
don't look."

I smelled a faint scent, neither musky nor fishy, indescribable in words. Suddenly,
my mouth went dry, my veins throbbed, and a strong desire arose within me to feast my eyes on her before taking her.

Everything there was a pale color, so delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. I couldn't bear to use my hands, so
I explored it with my tongue. Each time, before I could see clearly, the shy petals would close again. I would lick away
the nectar that , and soon a thin layer of dew would cover it once more. My eyes were very close, yet I still
couldn't see that most precious thing in the alluring place. All I remembered was an indescribably tender pink, a color I had
never .

The alluring woman reached out and grabbed my hair, her voice soft and melodious, her smooth, snowy legs pressing tightly against my face from both sides.

Suddenly, the nectar in the petals increased. I was already as hard as iron, and at this moment, I could no longer hold back. I climbed up and
pressed myself against .

The alluring woman was so tense she almost convulsed, her nails digging into my arm with a piercing pain. Suddenly, she whispered, "Get something to
cushion it."

I didn't react for a moment.

The alluring woman tore off my blue shirt and, blushing, stuffed it under her snowy thighs.

Only then did I realize she wanted to leave a memento of the night, and I dared not be reckless in the slightest. I gently pressed against
her budding flower, cautiously testing the appropriate force.

I had never before experienced plucking a bud.

Her alluring, soft moans were unsettling, and I suddenly wondered how I should answer if she asked again if I loved her.
That

wretched Lin suddenly surfaced in my mind like a ghost, almost making me weak.

My tip touched something, both firm and tender, gripping my penis and sending shivers of pleasure through me. At this crucial moment of burning
desire , Lin's image lingered. I dejectedly told myself, "If she asks, I'll masturbate."

But this time, she didn't ask.

Twenty-one, Her First Night:

She softly moaned, "It hurts so much."

I asked if it hurt, and she shook her head. I asked again, "Do you still want to continue?" I regretted asking as soon as I did.

Fortunately, Wu Mei nodded, so I exerted my strength again, fiercely and violently. At the moment of penetration, for some reason
, a strange fear suddenly arose in my heart.

Wu Mei let out a soft moan, her upper body arching. Her hands, which had been gripping my arms, suddenly gripped my
shoulders, her voice trembling and piercing, "Mmm...mmm...it

hurts...

it hurts...it hurts so much!"

My shoulders burned with intense pain. A tiny, incredibly narrow place had suddenly entered me. Aside from a slight slipperiness, 99%
of the sensation was tightness, extremely tight, so tight I almost wanted to ejaculate, enticing me to continue
pushing deeper, unable to stop.

Wu Mei's small mouth was wide open, her beautiful eyes tightly closed as if in a nightmare.

Until I could go no further, I held her with tenderness and asked, "How is it?" "Did it go in?"
she actually asked.

I was startled, nodded, and couldn't help but steal a glance down. Such a large thing was completely inside
; couldn't she feel it?

"I don't know what's wrong, my lips feel numb," she mumbled, looking utterly ecstatic. Her smooth, white
breasts were glistening with sweat.

I figured her lower body was probably numb too. I held her close, gently coaxing her, "Don't be nervous,
relax, it'll be fine."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, wanting me to kiss her.

I kissed her and began to slowly thrust, actually pulling her entire lower body. Although it was very strenuous,
I felt incredibly ecstatic; it was the first time in six months I'd experienced such a novel sensation.

I don't know what she felt, but her smooth tongue kept brushing against mine, passionately entwining with mine
.

I thrust with difficulty, quickly feeling the urge to ejaculate. It was probably less than a hundred thrusts, a far cry from my longest
, but I felt no shame; she was so tightly entwined with me.

A seductive sound emanated from her alluring nose, her two tender breasts swaying alluringly with her body, her pretty face
as red as if painted with rouge. Perhaps infected by my increasingly intense movements, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "From today onwards,
Jiajia belongs to Tian."

I felt a surge of ecstasy, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of her incredibly tempting feet. I couldn't resist grabbing them and
draping them over her shoulders, feeling them tremble wildly against my face. The urge to ejaculate grew stronger, and I hesitated whether to
pull out of her.

Suddenly, her vagina became wet, and my thrusting became slightly smoother. The urge to ejaculate was even more imminent. I
knew I couldn't linger any longer; otherwise, I might be putting myself in a shackle for life.

But the moment I pulled out, I felt her vagina grip me tightly. My will to escape
crumbled . I gripped her buttocks firmly with both hands, plunging in all the way, injecting myself deeply into that narrow, tight, slippery, and hot space.

In the few breaths of the ejaculation, her charming and shy face, her snow-white skin, her pert breasts, and her alluring
pink feet flashed through my mind like lightning, magnified, giving me a soul-stirring, exhilarating pleasure. Twenty-

two, Fear .

The charming woman examined my blue shirt from all angles, finding a trace of blood at the third button. She
seemed a little disappointed, her face burning against my chest. "You just took it like that, I'm so unwilling," she said, her voice
carrying a hint of resentment.

I lazily asked, "Do you regret it?"

She lowered her head, looking at me with tender affection, "Regret is useless now. Will you cherish it?"

I fell silent, suddenly understanding why I felt fear at that moment of penetration.

As dawn approached, I woke up and saw the charming woman playing with her hand. I asked if it still hurt.

She answered, "Yes," looking at me shyly and charmingly.

I wanted to turn on the light to check her wound.

Wu Mei clung to me tightly, saying it didn't hurt anymore.

I asked her again, "Was it comfortable just now?"

Wu Mei grinned and said, "I didn't feel anything." Seeing me staring at her, she added, "Really." She looked so
disdainful and arrogant.

My pride was greatly hurt, so I kissed her and groped her breasts and buttocks. "Then I'll give you some extra lessons. This time, I guarantee you
'll fly to the sky."

Wu Mei shook her head and said no, but I caught her at the foot of the bed.

Every Monday was particularly busy, but we both called our respective workplaces to ask for leave.

Twenty-three, The Ecstasy of Calling Each

Other After the night of passion, Wu Mei called me "husband" and wanted me to call her "wife."

I refused, vaguely replying, "We both work in government offices. It would be bad if others heard us. I'm fine, but you,
a virgin, would be at a disadvantage." "I'm no longer a virgin!" Wu Mei raised her eyebrows and glared at me, finally
giving in. "Then you can call me that when no one's around." "That's not good either. If I get used to it,
what ?" I said shamelessly.

Wu Mei kicked me hard in the shin and ignored me for days.

I continued drinking, indulging in nightly revelry, and still hanging out with Lingling, Aya, and Xian'er.

I finished work at 11:30 AM and didn't start again until 3 PM, so my lunch break was quite long. I usually didn't
go home ; after lunch at work, I would either play cards or surf the internet.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Jing Jin poked his head in, rudely saying, "Hey, come to my place."

I was busy helping a girl level up her equipment, and without turning around, I chatted with her, "What? Missing your brother?"

Jing Jin said, "Yes, but not me, it's Jiajia."

I saw Wu Mei in Jing Jin's office. She was wearing a white three-quarter sleeve top, a light blue
knee-length skirt that revealed a section of her shapely calves, and black high-heeled sandals that made her
white feet look incredibly alluring. At the time, this outfit was considered the most provocative in the stagnant system.

She was playing on the computer, only talking to Jing Jin, ignoring me like I was invisible.

"Why didn't you talk to me when you called me here?" I sat down next to her, catching a faint fragrance,
a scent that was both perfume and skincare, and my heart fluttered.

"Who called you? I came to see Jin Jin." Wu Mei sat up straight, browsing the internal webpage.

I asked Jingjin, "Didn't she tell you to come find me?"

Jingjin replied expressionlessly, "She told me not to come find you."

Twenty-four, You call me wife

while I play games with Wumei. Jingjin, annoyed, held back for a while before subtly urging us, "Has Jiajia never been to your
office? Take her on a tour."

Remembering there were some unspeakable things in my drawer, I quickly said, "What's there to see? The air conditioning over there isn't good;
it never gets cool. It's much better to stay here."

Wumei also said, "I'm not going."

Jingjin, truly unwilling to continue being a third wheel, said, "Then please. I'm exhausted; I'm going to lie down for a while
. Wake me up at 2:30." I knew she often slept at work at noon; there was a very comfortable makeshift bed in the inner room.

Wu Mei hurriedly pulled her away, "I finally made it here, aren't you going to stay with me? Don't go!"

I snatched Wu Mei's hand back, "How can you be so unreasonable? I'm sleepy and you won't let me sleep?
Isn't it good that I'm here with you?" I waved at Jing Jin, "Go away, go away, I'll stay here. I'll wake you at 2:30 sharp."

Jing Jin instructed, "Keep your voice down, I hate being disturbed when I'm sleeping." She went into the inner room and closed the door.

Wu Mei still ignored me, her eyes fixed on the screen.

I looked down from her hair, "I've never seen you wear a blue dress before." Blue always makes me feel relaxed,
comfortable , and happy.

"Hmph, we've only met a few times." "It's not about quantity, it's about quality..." I
said meaningfully and shamelessly, "Although we haven't met often, we're always leaping forward and sublimating."

A faint blush rose on her charming face. "The sublimation ends here, there won't be any more!"

Her charm was captivating, and I couldn't resist secretly placing my hand on her leg. "Wearing this to work, aren't you afraid of being
attacked?" "Country bumpkin." She snorted, but surprisingly didn't slap my hand away.

I touched her. "You shrink so much as soon as you sit down."

Charming suddenly turned around and raised her voice, "It's none of your business, I like it." Her beautiful eyes
widened as she looked at me.

I glared at her seriously.

After a long pause, Wu Mei finally couldn't help but smile sweetly. "What's there to be nervous about? My department is almost entirely women, with only
one old man whose child is already in high school."

I exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh dear, those old guys are often the most dangerous. Think about it, their
wives at home are already as bland as still water, while hot girls like you are exactly the targets of their drooling. Be careful,
one day they might stage an office wolf scene for you." "You're so vulgar! You're that office wolf." Goosebumps rose on her
legs from my touch, and she remembered to swat my hand. "Don't touch me."

I hugged her instead. "How long has it been since you kissed? Forgot what it tastes like?" I brought my lips to her face.

Wu Mei shook her head from side to side, completely uncooperative. "I haven't forgotten, it stinks!"

I forcefully held her head still, finally locking onto her lips and giving her a fierce kiss.

Wu Mei went from struggling to relaxing, from relaxing to passionate, her pink arms wrapping around my stomach.

I sucked on her smooth tongue, my hands caressing her soft, firm breasts.

When I released her, her face was flushed, and she asked breathlessly, "Have you missed me these past few days?"

Of course, I said yes.

"Then why didn't you contact me?" "Didn't you refuse to talk to me?"

She got angry again. "If I ignore you, you won't contact me anymore? You'll never contact me again?" "No way, I'll
contact you when you calm down a bit." I coaxed her, then went down and touched her leg. She

stared at me seductively and said, "Don't lie to me, I know you won't, I know what kind of person you are."

I chuckled and said, "Then I'll try next time." My hand moved up, slipping inside her light blue skirt.

"When are you coming to my house?" she suddenly asked.

I panicked. "To your house? Great, I've been planning to bribe your grandma for a while now."

Her expression softened, and she said softly, "Come this Sunday. My parents are going to Shanghai next week to see
my aunt, they might not be back for over a month."

I suddenly understood why she was willing to swallow her pride and come to see me. I mumbled, "Yeah, hopefully I won't have to work overtime then.
What does your grandma like?"

She let out a low moan and said softly, "Stop fooling around, let's talk about serious matters."

My hand became even more brazen. "Tell me, tell me." I touched a soft, plump mound through my underwear…

She gave me a coquettish glare and said, trying to sound gentle, “My grandma likes polite young men, but she’s
a little hard of hearing, so you’ll have to shout loudly.” I nodded, and then she continued, “Grandma usually likes
the vegetarian cakes from Jingxinju. Why don’t you buy a box and take it with you? Do you know where Jingxinju is?”

I absentmindedly replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring two boxes.” I looked down at my hand moving inside her light
blue skirt, my heart pounding.

She looked at her skirt and then at me, panting, “Why do you always like blue?”

I answered, “I don’t know, it just looks comfortable.” Thinking of Lin’s description of me as frivolous, I felt
a surge of anger. “Frivolous? I’m licentious and dissolute!”

She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling, and whispered, “You know what? I dressed up especially for you today.”

I felt a surge of heat rush from somewhere down to my abdomen, and my penis quickly swelled.

"What time can you leave? Come pick me up, we're going to see a movie tonight," Wu Mei said.

"No, let's go to my place."

Wu Mei blushed and whispered, "Whatever you want." Her delicate body trembled slightly.

I felt something slippery and couldn't resist shoving two fingers into her panties.

Wu Mei's voice was soft and weak as she tried to grab my hands through her skirt, whispering, "No, I already said I'm going to
your place tonight."

I pulled her into my arms and whispered in her ear, "I can't take it anymore, let me feel the pain for a bit."

Wu Mei froze, shook her head hurriedly, and wouldn't let me touch her anymore. She struggled to break free from my arms, bent down to
straighten her skirt, straightened up, scratched her face with her fingers, and gave me a playful and smug look.

I felt a surge of intense sadness. Looking at her alluring figure as she straightened her hair and clothes, my desire burned even more
fiercely

. I pulled her close again, embracing her passionately, and whispered, "No one will come at this hour. Stay with me." She hugged herself tightly to her chest, glaring at me with a stern face. "Are you crazy? I'm not as crazy as you."

I showered her ears, cheeks, and neck with kisses, using both gentle persuasion and coaxing. Her breath was hot,
but she still resolutely refused.

Suddenly, I unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my erect penis, and held it close to her face,
whispering, "My dear, just once!"

She looked at my treasure with a flushed face, her body gradually softening.

Thinking she had agreed, I first locked the door from the inside, then went to Jing Jin's desk, brushed aside
the pens, papers, binders, and other clutter on the glass, and lifted her up, placing her on it.

Just as I was about to lift that incredibly alluring light blue skirt, Wu Mei pressed it down tightly again, suddenly saying, "Call
me."

I was stunned. "What?" "Call me wife."

Wu Mei stared at me, her resolute expression now strangely captivating.

Twenty-five, The Price of Ecstasy

My head was throbbing, and I groaned in pain.

"Fine, don't call me that, just let me up." Wu Mei left no room for negotiation.

I glanced at her smooth, beautiful legs peeking out from under the light blue skirt, her delicate
toes , and finally surrendered. "Wife."

Wu Mei's body trembled, her resolute gaze gradually becoming hazy. She released her skirt, crossed her arms behind my
neck , and said in a seductive voice, "I love you, husband."

I lifted Wu Mei's light blue skirt, removed her lace panties, pressed my erect penis against her
wet, sticky petals, and thrust forward forcefully.

She raised her fair, snow-white neck, and a delicate platinum necklace slipped from her collar, glittering
on her chin. As I pushed deeper, she covered her mouth with her hand.

I pushed with difficulty and trembling, until I reached the very end, pressing her pink buttocks from the edge of the table to the center. She remained extremely tight.

The sensation was like swimming through a thin fish intestine, slippery and narrow, reminding me of the names of so-called "famous organs"
in . I couldn't help but admire the ancients' metaphors.

The office was quiet, save for the buzzing of the air conditioner and her desperate, suppressed moans.

26. The Absurdity on the Desk

After diligent persuasion, she finally made me feel smooth for the first time. Her beautiful vulva overflowed, and
the slippery, creamy secretions greatly reduced the tightness.

Jingjin was sleeping in the inner room, outside which was the passageway. This old building, constructed in the 1980s, was simply and
roughly decorated, and the soundproofing in each room was shockingly poor. Even a soft cough from inside could be clearly heard by
passersby . Making love in such an environment was thrillingly exciting. My
desire burned like fire. I hoisted her alluring legs high onto my shoulders and thrust fiercely and vigorously, both worried
she would make a sound and eager to make her cry out.

Jingjin was also deeply aroused; her pretty face was flushed red, her body convulsing, her
mouth biting her hand tightly. Perhaps due to nervousness, her lower body felt even tighter.

I panted as I unbuttoned Jingjin's clothes, pushing her bra up to her neck. Two clearly erect nipples
popped out, displaying a tender pink color unlike Aya's or Lingling's.

Perhaps because of her frequent dancing, her breasts were exquisitely shaped, with a smooth, satin-like skin
and breasts that swayed alluringly with my thrusts. In this respect, apart from Lin,
no other woman I had ever met could compare to her.

I soon felt myself losing control, and to ease the tension, I flipped her over completely and began to thrust at her from behind
.

She lay sprawled on the cool glass of the desk, her body rising higher and higher as I thrust into her. Her legs, clad in black high-heeled
sandals , rose on tiptoe, her light blue skirt billowing high above her waist, revealing two pink, white buttocks,
alluringly arched at a breathtaking angle.

With each thrust, her body trembled slightly. The nectar beneath her,
stirred sticky and viscous, a messy smear of fluid clinging to our lower bodies.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, feigning weakness, her snow-white waist muscles taut and cleaving
, revealing a deep cleavage.

I had never seen her like this before, so I quickly halted my relentless assault and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"

To my surprise, her push turned into a pull, and she uttered a barely audible word from the depths of her throat, a sound of ecstasy.

Confused, I could only follow her lead and resume my vigorous thrusts.

Her seductive tugs and pulls drove me wild, making me unable to control myself, thrusting wildly.

Suddenly, she let out a hysterical scream, her whole body trembling violently, her eyes rolling back, and
drool . This was the first time I had ever witnessed her climax, and it was quite frightening.

In less than half a minute, she went from being extremely tense to extremely limp. I felt
a warm, wet sensation below, and as I pushed her away, I noticed a streak of liquid on the glass beneath me
. Later, I learned that she sometimes lost control of her bladder when she was at her most beautiful.

I was incredibly excited, and my thrusts became smoother and smoother. For a man, a woman's climax is the most
intoxicating reward.

Every inch of her skin seemed incredibly sensitive; wherever I kissed,
goosebumps would rise, stimulating every nerve in my body against her snow-white skin.

Seeing her erection, I suddenly felt I couldn't hold back any longer. A rapid, forceful thrust sent me to the peak of pleasure. In the instant
of climax , I looked down at her white feet in black high-heeled sandals and thrust forward with all my might
.

She seemed to cry out; I remember she slid forward half a body length as I pushed her, several items on the
table crashing to the floor, including a damned glass glue jar
that shattered dramatically in the quiet afternoon office.

I knew something was wrong, but at that moment I couldn't control myself, and I still held her down tightly, ejaculating with unrestrained pleasure…

Suddenly, I heard a soft gasp. We both looked up and saw the door to the opposite room open. A drowsy-looking
Jing Jin stood in the doorway, staring at us in disbelief.

Those two or three seconds felt incredibly long. Jing Jin, her face flushed, slammed the door shut.

Wu Mei was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She weakly punched me from behind with her small fist, "It's all your fault, all your fault
! You've ruined me!"

I groaned in a low voice, "Wife, hold me tight." I continued to hold her down and inject myself.

Perhaps it was this seductive, lewd remark that burned away Wu Mei's shyness. She trembled, her delicate body freezing as she tightly
gripped me, softly whimpering, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, husband, don't be afraid."

Her words were incoherent, but they had a captivating effect.

Ever since that absurd noon, every time I saw Jing Jin, a shameless, fawning
smile .

Twenty-seven,

words spoken for the sake of sex, are irreversible.

After the pleasure, I felt a deep sense of having fallen into a trap, constantly reminding myself to be extra cautious when with
this little vixen, Wu Mei.

I met Wu Mei's family. Her father wasn't as imposing as I had imagined, and her grandmother was very
kind and didn't ask me many questions. It was her mother, however, who was intimidating; I always felt she was silently
observing me from every angle.

During the time when Wu Mei's parents went to Shanghai, I initially only stayed at her house occasionally, but later I
stayed there almost every week, and we were inseparable, like newlyweds.

Wu Mei was very devoted and bought me a whole set of toiletries.

I became scared and one night suggested that I go back to my own home, saying that her father's colleagues lived upstairs and downstairs
, and it wouldn't look good.

Wu Mei didn't care and said, "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? After we get married, all the
gossip will disappear."

I was terrified and became impotent that night.

Wu Mei finally gave in and let me go home, but she followed me, bringing several sets of pajamas. She asked me for the key to
the room and went to get a new set made for herself.

On Sunday, I didn't get up until 9:30. After using the bathroom, I saw Wu Mei busy in the kitchen.

"Your grandma doesn't care about you anymore? How did you get past her?" I asked.

"I told her I was going to Guangzhou on a business trip." The charming woman, engrossed in her work, added, "I
often went to Guangzhou for business trips the year before last and last year, sometimes for more than a month, so Grandma didn't suspect anything."

I noticed several gleaming new aluminum pots of various sizes on the stove and couldn't help but ask, "I don't think I've ever
had such pretty pots before?" "I bought them, a set of five, they're very useful. I have a set at home." She
practically treated this place like her own home.

A wave of unease and irritation washed over me, and I changed the subject, "It smells so good, what are you making?" "Stewed papaya in milk,
it's very nutritious, I read about it in a book yesterday. Go lie down for a while, I'll call you when it's done," the charming woman said sweetly.

Last night was almost another all-night frenzy, and I was still exhausted. "Whew, I'm so happy."

The charming woman smiled sweetly, "Good to know, have you fallen in love with me?" She poured a carton of milk into the small pot as she spoke.

I froze.

She turned her head, forcing a smile, and said, "Not yet? Just say something, even if it's just to appease me."

I remained silent.

"You said you love me," she said, stopping what she was doing, in a commanding tone.

My face changed, and I pressed my lips tightly together.

She stared at me for a long time, then suddenly shouted, "You won't even say it once! You don't love me! You
don't love me at all! You're only with me to have sex!"

I thought about it carefully, determined to use this opportunity to bring her to her senses, and shamelessly said, "That seems true. When did I ever
say I loved you?"

She grabbed a pot from the stove and smashed it over my head.

I was shocked and quickly dodged. If I hadn't been quick, someone might have been seriously injured. The pot slammed against the wall, and
milk splattered everywhere.

My face turned ashen, and I was about to retaliate with a few slaps when I suddenly saw her delicate hand touch the handle of the pressure cooker lid
. I rushed over and grabbed her.

She struggled frantically, using her hands, feet, and even her mouth. Before I knew it, she bit my arm—
a sharp, merciless bite that sent shivers down my spine. She wouldn't let go, so I resorted to
a despicable, underhanded method: I twisted her slender arm behind her back and shoved her into the bathroom
. Then I fled in a panic, hearing the strange woman scream, "Don't come back! Don't ever
come back! Let's see if you come back!"

Then came a terrifying, shattering crash. Two weeks later, when I returned, I learned that she
had smashed .

I fled downstairs in a disheveled state, wandering the streets in my pajamas and slippers, and strangely, felt
a strange sense of relief.

I drifted aimlessly through the crowd like a zombie, meticulously analyzing myself, and finally, without a care in the world,
came to the conclusion, "That's right, I was with Wu Mei just for sex, just for those
alluring little feet."

Penniless, I had to borrow a phone from the hair salon to call Aya,
summoning , "

Ya Ya, I miss you, come pick me up."

For half a month, I didn't return to "Chicken Island" or my parents' house. Aya had a small room in her bar where
I could stay temporarily.

One day at noon, Jing Jin invited me to a newly opened bar near her workplace, without her section chief boyfriend.

"Is this our first date?" I said with a grin, knowing she was probably with Wu Mei.

"You two really broke up?" Jing Jin stared at me.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Why?" Jing Jin asked again.

"No reason." I felt there was no need to explain to her.

Jing Jin suddenly erupted in a tirade, "I've never seen such a filthy, shameless, and despicable man as you!" Her voice,
though only slightly raised, was enough to draw attention in the bar filled with soft background music.

I said irritably, "Don't get agitated. What happens between me and Wu Mei is none of your business, is it?"

Jing Jin gritted her teeth, her voice rising even higher, "How is it none of my business? I introduced her to you!

Do you know what she's like?!

Since you don't love her, why did you...sleep with her!" The waiters who had been pacing back and forth
stood far away, no longer approaching our table.

I shamelessly said, "Sleeping together and love are two different things. Wu Mei and I were both willing; neither of us raped the other,
right? Besides..." I took a sip of my drink and added, "It's a world of gender equality now; who knows who got
the better deal?"

Jing Jin was speechless with anger . Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, and like a thousand-year-old witch, she uttered the most venomous curse from her cherry-like mouth :
"You should die! Die right now! Get hit by a car as soon as you step outside, choke on a bone while eating, or choke on your
drink bar!"

I coughed violently, quickly putting down my glass, astonished by the power of her curse. Out of the corner of my eye
, I noticed everyone in the bar was staring at me, and worried that staying any longer might lead to some embarrassing
situation . So, I feigned nonchalance, "Fine, fine, I'll go die now, so you two can have some fun." With that, I got up and left, but Jing Jin
chased after me in a few steps, imitating those shrewish women in movies, and poured a glass of lemonade in my face.

I flew into a rage and slapped her back, making her stagger.

Jing Jin looked at me in surprise, her eyes filled with tears, seemingly unable to comprehend what had
happened .

I coldly watched the redness and swelling on her face. "Trying to act cool? Too bad I've never been one to show mercy to
women."

Jing Jin sobbed and ran out.

I left after her, my face ashen. Only after getting into the taxi did I realize I hadn't paid the bill. I never went back to that cursed
bar .

Half a month later, I moved back to "Chicken Island" from Aya's bar and called Lingling to help clean up the mess.

In the three years that followed, I only saw Wu Mei a few times. Two or three times were at the system's party,
and once was at a business competition. We were far apart and didn't speak.

I didn't understand if it was some raspy voice singing, but the world changes so fast.

There were more and more private cars on the road, and the price of mobile phones dropped from over 40,000 yuan to a few thousand or even a few hundred yuan.
Almost everyone had one. My workplace also moved from a six-story old building to an eighteen-and-a-half-story building with three elevators.

During this time, I met Zhou Han. She helped publish several books that most people wouldn't read and introduced me to
a radio program, hosting a sentimental segment every Wednesday night specifically for lusting overly sentimental men and women.

I bought a car, a used Honda Accord, and planned to buy a larger house to live with
my parents .

I still drank, waiting for the curse of choking to death on alcohol. When I woke up drunk at night, most of the time I thought of
Lin, and occasionally I thought of Yu Mei, and my eyes would inexplicably well up with tears.

Thirty, because I wanted to

see Lin less and less, but to make sure we were both there for each other on every birthday.

On Lin's birthday, I shaved, cut my hair, and put on a new
coat , a dark blue one, afraid she would find it too flashy.

I called to ask Lin where she was.

Lin didn't answer, but after thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's go to the usual place."

The usual place is a famous coffee shop with dozens of branches across the country. Its name contains the evocative
character "语" (yǔ), and every branch is characterized by its comfortable rattan hanging chairs. Years ago,
Lin and I lavishly wasted many precious moments there.

Lin actually came alone, wearing a long-sleeved pinkish-purple wool sweater and a brown woolen
long skirt , still stunningly beautiful.

I found it unusual and couldn't help but ask, "Where's Ruru?" Ruru and I had long since reconciled, so she certainly wasn't absent
because of the unpleasantness from two years ago.

"I didn't call her," Lin glanced at me, then said, "Should we call her?" "No," I
quickly said, a mixture of joy and surprise. Ruru was like Lin's shadow; on
occasions .

Lin seemed a bit lazy. She thanked me for having the flowers delivered to her house, then sighed and said, "How many years has it been? Let me
count."

I wasn't quite sure either, only remembering that the first time I sent her flowers was for her fifteenth birthday. Every year since, she'd sent
a dozen, always including her favorite jade-colored lilies.

We actually started chatting about the past, like a pair of elderly people, and Lin's laughter gradually increased.
Watching her drink her coffee, I felt a slight buzz.

We chatted from 3:30 pm until dinner time. Looking at the menu, Lin suddenly said, "How about some red wine?"

I was both surprised and delighted, because Lin always got drunk after just one sip. I remembered once at a party, she drank half a glass
of beer and suddenly fainted while everyone was taking a group photo; ever since, she refused to drink a drop.

Lin took a small sip, and her face flushed like a peach blossom, her beautiful eyes glistening.

I asked, "You can drink now?"

Lin shook her head. "I remembered what you said: 'Being three-tenths drunk feels the best, a
wonderful, blissful feeling.' I've always wanted to try it."

That was the sweet talk I used to coax her into drinking before; back then, Lin just smiled and didn't fall for it. I asked, "Then
why did you only try it today?" "Because I wanted it even more."

Lin's phone kept ringing, always interrupting our conversation at the most crucial moments. I glared at it angrily. After Lin
finished her last call, she smiled and turned it off.

31. The Past, the Words of the Past. Lin was clearly drunk, and her words grew more numerous, recounting our
past . She even remembered a certain unlucky day we shared clearly: "On [date], I was really
hit on the back of the head by a ghost that day; I tore a new pair of pants."

I was both surprised and confused, keeping up with her rambling, drinking one glass after another.

Lin murmured and suddenly asked, "How drunk do you think I am?"

I casually replied, "About three-tenths."

Lin said with a grin, "Is this what it feels like? My heart is pounding so hard." She touched her face, then her chest,
her every move exuding an indescribable, alluring charm.

I stared, mesmerized.

Lin met my gaze, smiled slightly, and in that instant, I was also captivated.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, perhaps a minute, we gazed at each other silently, completely unaware of where we were.

Perhaps because of the alcohol or something else, it was the first time I dared to look at Lin like that.

Lin spoke first, her voice beaming, "What's wrong, Xiaotian?" Xiaotian—she hadn't called me that in a long time.

My blood rushed to my head, and I uttered something I couldn't believe myself: "Let me kiss you."

Lin smiled alluringly, shaking her head. Actually, she should be called alluring.

Having taken the first step, I was no longer afraid. I reached out and grasped her soft hand. "Just once."

Lin seemed to tremble slightly, but didn't pull her hand back. She just shook her head again, smiling, and said,
"Alcohol is definitely not a good thing; it always tricks people into doing bad things."

I was practically begging her. "Come here."

Lin suddenly asked, "Have you ever done anything bad?" I remained seated.

I hated her. "Many things. Which one are you referring to?"

Lin stared at me. "Sneaking kisses when someone is drunk."

I was speechless, sweating profusely. My memory instantly flashed back to the day Lin fainted during the photoshoot; I was the one who helped her
back to her room.

"Did you? That time?" Lin was still staring at me.

Her face beamed with a smile, but I was utterly defeated. "No." "Really not? Even when I'm drunk,
I can't move a finger, but... but my mind is perfectly clear." Lin's gaze was intense.

A feeling of blasphemy, humiliation, and shame washed over me, and I weakly said, "No, I wanted to that day,
but I didn't."

Lin let out a "whoop" and pulled her hand away from mine.

It hadn't worked out, it hadn't worked out. My long-standing inferiority complex wasn't without reason after all. I
was utterly despondent .

Lin beckoned to the waiter for a cup of tea, then turned back to me and said calmly, "I have a boyfriend." I

hung my head dejectedly. "I know, that Nan.

" Lin hummed in surprise, looking at me strangely for a while before saying, "Why do you think it's him?" I

replied irritably, "I even work for his family. Only a fool wouldn't understand."

Lin looked at me for a while longer, then chuckled and said, "Is his family the only one in the world in real estate?
The company I was working for back then was owned by my brother. It was just starting out and they didn't have enough staff, so they asked me to help."

My heart pounded. "You mean..." "Your boyfriend isn't him?"

Lin said. "No, he hoped it was him. He's always been very good to me, but I'm not right for him. He left two years ago
; it never even started."

My voice trembled slightly. "You just said you have a boyfriend?"

Lin nodded. "His name is Xu Dong. We met last year. He works at a TV station."

I was stunned. I'd seen this guy on TV before. He hosted a
fashion program about real estate and home decoration. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with long, flowing hair. His coolness and handsomeness were almost on par with the Four
Heavenly Kings who were popular at the time.

Lin looked at me and continued, "We've been together for about six months. He proposed to me this morning."

I was struck dumb and blurted out, "You said yes?"

Lin turned her head away and said, "I want to say yes."

I actually shouted stubbornly, "No way! No way! I won't say yes!"

Lin looked at me strangely. "Why not? He's very good to me, not just ordinary good, and... do you
remember what I said before?"

I was covered in cold sweat.

Lin's eyes seemed to be red, and she softly said, "Once it starts, for better or for worse, you have to see it through to the end."

That night, she didn't go home, spending the night in the car with Han, going wild until dawn.

Thirty-two, Rogue and Demon—

this was supposed to be a charming story, why does it always have to involve others? Sigh, I'll definitely stay
clear-headed . Coincidentally

, Wu Mei, two other colleagues, and I, representing our city's system in a business competition , traveled together. We first reported to GZ, and then, along with other competitors from other cities and counties , went to a large training center in BL County for a month of study and selection, preparing for the national system business competition three months later. Wu Mei and I greeted each other casually, chatting and laughing all the way; no one could tell we had a past. The training center was located in a renowned tourist area known as the "First Mountain of Lingnan," with beautiful scenery, a comfortable , and excellent food and accommodation. My seat wasn't far from Wumei's. I often daydreamed in class, and besides my habitual random thoughts, my eyes would occasionally drift to her back. Wumei's hair had grown longer, casually tied back with a purple floral scarf. Her waist seemed slimmer, and her clothes were simpler, often a light-colored dress that made her look charming. Most of the time, we avoided bumping into each other, and if we couldn't avoid it, we'd just exchange a perfunctory greeting, and then...

One of them found an excuse to leave early.

The study plan was very relaxed; the multi-purpose hall was open every night, and all students could go there to
karaoke or dance freely.

Wu Mei studied very hard, as if she was aiming for one of the six competition spots. We were
competitors , and our rooms were next to each other. Every night when I went out and passed by her door, I always saw her still in her room reviewing her
lessons.

It was at a small party on the second weekend, Wu Mei performed a solo dance arranged by the organizers
, a Mongolian or Tibetan style, which immediately captivated a group of male students. From then on, she had no peace and quiet, and was dragged
to the multi-purpose hall to dance every night.

One night, I sat in a corner watching Wu Mei. She was asked to dance by people from beginning to end. Even a certain deputy director-
level old guy who came to give guidance was vying to dance with her, barely touching his chair. My friend GZ next to me was so jealous
. "I heard she's a section chief?" "I think she's a deputy section chief, I'm not sure." At that time, I
didn't know she had been promoted.

"Don't you know her? You're from the same city." "There are so many people in the system, how could I
know them all?" I only looked at her alluring feet. She was wearing a pair of black high-heeled sandals, the style different from before, but
still captivating.

"She's the most beautiful woman in your area." MM glanced at me, a slightly disbelieving expression on her face.

"A famous woman?" I found the title a bit jarring, so I said, "She dances quite well, often
performing at parties, but she's not exactly a famous woman." Alluring toenails were a clean flesh color. I remembered she used to
like to paint them with a light rose color. In a daze, my thoughts suddenly flew back to that patch of lush, green grass...

"Hmph, always dancing with the boss, no wonder she became a section chief at such a young age. Calling her a famous woman is well-deserved."

MM stared at Alluring on the dance floor, unable to resist uttering a sarcastic and malicious remark.

My heart pounded like a fountain. I thought quietly for a while, then suddenly said to MM, "You know,
there's a certain quality to your voice."

MM was taken aback. "What?"

I looked at her tenderly and said in a magnetic voice, "A confident and sophisticated quality
that makes you unconsciously want to savor and appreciate it. You must like reading, right?"

MM's face flushed slightly, her eyes bright as she looked at me, and she smiled demurely. "Not now. I don't have the energy or time.
I only liked reading so-called classics when I was in college, but I didn't actually read them all; I just picked out some interesting
passages."

The second night, I asked her to go for a walk. We walked a long way along a quiet, deserted mountain path, and on the way back, I kissed
her.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked breathlessly. Before I could answer, she continued, "I bet you do. Why
are you doing this?"

I looked up at the moon and sighed in response, "Life is full of unexpected events. Some are within our control,
some are beyond our control. Whether right or wrong, rational or impulsive, these things become
the most precious memories that enrich our lives when we grow old."

The fourth day was the weekend. I took her back to Guangzhou, we ate sashimi, listened to half a symphony at the famous XH
Concert Hall , and booked a room at an old four-star hotel along the river.

She was very nervous and begged me to let her escape, saying she actually had a boyfriend.

Before dawn, I coaxed her into posing, giving her oral sex, and even forcibly performing anal sex, completely bringing
out .

The next day, I left two hundred yuan on the bedside table and took a bus back to the training center by myself.

That evening, MM came to my room, her face ashen, threw two hundred yuan in my face, and demanded angrily, "
What does this mean?"

I lay lazily on the bed and said, "Don't you even have this much self-awareness? Then I'll tell you the truth: you have terrible breath,
the kind that's unbearable, so I had to run back. I've been vomiting since this morning. Sigh, I really don't know
how your boyfriend usually puts up with it. If I ever run into him, I really need to humbly ask him for advice."

MM's face flushed red and then turned pale. Words like "rogue" and "devil" burst from her mouth, and
she threw a cup and a travel bag at me before turning and running out.

A group of students gathered at the door. In the instant I closed the door, I saw Wu Mei calmly watching me from the room across the hall.

Thirty-three, One more bite...

Oh, how did I get off topic again? From now on, I promise I'll only write about Wu Mei.

On the day of the selection exam, I woke up late and, flustered and unsure of the exam room arrangement,
wandered Wu Mei came out to use the restroom and pointed to the classroom I should go into. In that instant, I felt a
strong urge to kiss her.

The month-long training and selection process quickly came to an end. The entire provincial system was teeming with top professionals, and
none of the four contestants from our city made it to the national competition.

On the last day, the training center organized a field trip. While playing in the Youyuan Spring, Wu Mei twisted her ankle. Her once slender
ankle swelled up like a peach. There were no sedan chairs there, and several male trainees volunteered to carry her.

Wu Mei politely declined, and with the help of a female trainee, she struggled down the mountain, perhaps in great pain, her face pale.

Looking at her trembling back, I suddenly remembered the night I had wept in front of her. Silently, I stepped through the crowd and,
without a word, carried her on my back.

Wu Mei didn't struggle or speak; she just sat stiffly on my back.

I remained composed amidst the astonished gazes of others.

At a steep sloping spot, Wu Mei finally softened, her arms slowly wrapping around my neck, burying her face in
my shoulder.

I walked happily, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Turning my head slightly, I saw Wu Mei secretly biting
me, just like the time she bit me two years ago, biting passionately, biting fiercely, and then drop after drop,
full teardrops fell into my collar, warmly moistening my neck.

Thirty-four, Sex Instead of Love

. Not long after returning to ST, we moved in together. Wu Mei didn't want to go back to my "chicken island," so she found
a small one-bedroom apartment in the old city. The apartment was old, and the rent was very low, only 480 yuan per month.

The landlady, Sister Li, tactfully suggested that it would be best to pay one quarter's rent in advance. Wu Mei actually said, "I can pay you back a year's
rent first, but on one condition: you have to allow us to make changes to your apartment during renovations."

Sister Li readily agreed; renovations would only make her old apartment look brand new, with no harm whatsoever.

I firmly objected, implying that Wumei's rental was only temporary and wouldn't last long.

Wumei couldn't persuade me otherwise, so she told Sister Li that we'd discuss it later.

A month later, we moved in. The originally dilapidated house had been renovated beyond recognition.
Not only were the kitchen and bathroom locations swapped, but even the two bedroom windows had been repositioned.

"The original one had poor lighting and faced someone else's balcony, so we changed it," Wu Mei explained. "

It's just for temporary use, why go to all this trouble? Do you plan to live here forever?"

I noticed a new pink and blue bathtub in the bathroom.

"Once you pay, someone will be eager to do it for you. It's no trouble at all. If you're going to live here, you should live it to
the " Wu Mei said earnestly, linking her arm with mine.

"How could Sister Li allow such a big overhaul? Did you pay her a year's rent?"

Wu Mei looked at me with a grin, and after a long pause, she replied, "Never mind, you don't need to pay for it anyway."

After settling in, apart from work and business trips, we were inseparable, shopping for groceries,
cooking . But sex was the most important and prominent part of our lives.

As if afraid of suddenly waking up from a beautiful dream, there are some things we never mention, things we understand but don't say,
like the topic of love or not love between Lin and others.

We use sex to replace love.

Thirty-five, Reliving how

sometimes we were crazy, without restraint.

One weekend, Wumei went to bed early, spread out a big bag of things, and urged me, who had just finished showering, "Come on,
look what I bought today."

I was shirtless, looking for a hairdryer, and said, "Want to open a general store? The house is full of stuff."

Wumei pouted, "Don't judge me without looking. There are a lot of things you like to eat."

I sat down on her waist, "Hmm, my wife is good, my wife is so good, what other good things are there?" Since
that absurd incident in the office, I have become immune to the word "wife" and can say it easily.

"Look." She pulled out a brand new, unopened shirt from her things, bright blue, and looked at me with interest.

"The style is very new." I remembered Lin's comment about blue.

"Do you like it?" "Yes." I said insincerely, suddenly realizing I didn't really like blue anymore.

"I knew my husband liked blue the most, you should try it on." She unpacked the shirt and carefully pulled out
the pins from the fabric.

"What about you? What do you think of blue?" "I like it too, it's energetic and outstanding."
She helped me put the shirt on, looking at me from left to right, and smiled, saying, "Blue really suits my husband."

I remembered something and hugged her. "Oh right, I lost one of my shirts, I've looked for it several times but haven't
found it." "Who told you to always leave things lying around? Which one?" "That one, the one you used to put under your bottom, the
one with blood on it." I whispered in her ear.

Her pink ears immediately turned red, and she said in a coquettish voice, "I threw it away!"

I put my hand on her waist. "Don't lie, where is it? Take it out so I can relive it."

She giggled and said, "I really threw it away."

I said, "Looks like I won't confess without torture!" I tightened my grip on her waist a little, that was her weak spot.

She giggled, struggled a few times, then slumped like a drunken shrimp, gasping and trembling,
"Let me look for it, stop!"

So I let her go. "Behave yourself, and you'll suffer less." She scolded me

coquettishly, "You're such a rascal." She got out of bed and opened the wardrobe,
rummaging out a neatly folded blue shirt, which she held and sat down next to me.

I unfolded it and found a trace of aged ochre red on the third button. It was indeed the blood-stained
battle armor from before. "You took it home, didn't you?"

Her alluring face pressed against my chest, burning hot. "If I hadn't taken it home, you probably would have used it as a rag long ago."

Except for the bloodstain, the rest was clean and neatly ironed. I deeply felt her
intense affection, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Fate is truly cruel. She's so good to Lin,
yet she's indifferent. She treats me less than a fraction of Lin's kindness, yet she cherishes me so much. God is unfair, so unfair."

Her eyes filled with shyness as she looked up at me. "I thought you'd forgotten long ago, you big
bad guy !"

I knew I was that kind of bad guy. Filled with remorse, I lowered my head and kissed her, a long, deep kiss.

That night, we were deeply passionate, using every trick in the book.

I kissed every inch of Wumei's body, melting her into a watery wonderland. Sticky substances
clung .

We parted and joined, Wumei striking every pose I wanted to see, changing into one
outfit .

We tangled on the floor, played in front of the wardrobe, and then on the desk. I hoisted Wumei's two alluring
feet high onto my shoulders, asking if she remembered that blissful afternoon.

Wumei touched my chest with her fingertips, panting softly, "Office wolf!"
A gush of slippery nectar suddenly welled up beneath her, an unprecedented flow.

I lewdly whispered in her ear, "Guess if Jingjin saw my thing clearly? Such a big treasure must be
tickling her to death."

Wumei let out a soft moan, scolding me for being vulgar, and mocking, "You're so vain! Maybe her section chief husband is even better than yours
!" Jingjin had already gotten married six months ago.

"Impossible!" I thrust and pounded relentlessly, leaving Wu Mei weak and limp, her desire surging like a tide. I told
her to find that blue dress from years ago.

Wu Mei said she hadn't worn it in ages, that it was at home and she hadn't brought it with her. She just clung to me like an octopus, begging me
to stop .

I got annoyed, untied Wu Mei's arms from around my neck, threw her down, and went to the closet to find a blue denim skirt
as a substitute. I also grabbed a pair of black high heels, attempting to recreate the scene from years ago.

Wu Mei said next time, lying lazily on the desk, refusing to move. So I had to personally help her put on her shoes and then
lift her up to change her dress. Wu Mei let me do as I

pleased, whispering in my ear, rambling on about how good it had been just now, how she almost
came, and scolding me for being nosy and ruining the moment.

I felt a surge of ecstasy and plunged back into her tender flesh, promising to send her soaring to heaven this time.

Wu Mei kept moaning and whimpering, begging me to go deeper.

I struggled forward, but the denim skirt was too tight, preventing my alluring legs from spreading wide enough.

"You bad boy, you bad boy!" My alluring legs thought I was teasing her, and kicked wildly at my chest with her shoes on
.

"The skirt is too tight," I said, panting.

She was getting impatient, propping her legs up on the computer, arching her backside as she pulled off her skirt, her posture incredibly alluring.

I let her take off her skirt and eagerly thrust back in, penetrating deeply.

The denim skirt was wrapped around her ankles; she arched her back and stretched out her arms to remove it, but couldn't manage it for a long time.

I suddenly found her pink and tender calves swaying in front of me extremely beautiful, and I ejaculated profusely. She

was momentarily stunned, then quickly regained her composure and endured it. Once my urge subsided, she immediately started punching me wildly, raining blows on
my chest, and cried out in a coquettish tone, "I'll never wear it for you again!"

I coaxed and comforted her, making amends with my fingers.

Thirty-six, Desire

surged like a tide as we went to the bathroom together. She was still brimming with desire, covering her body with shower gel, using her body to tease me.

I slowly regained my erection, and as she licked and kissed my breasts, I pressed her head down further.

She refused, pouting, "No, it's filthy." Since we started living together, she had kissed almost every part of my body,
leaving only this last spot.

I coaxed and lured her, bending down to whisper in her ear, "Lick it, and I'll make you feel incredibly good later."

She still shook her head, rubbing my groin and pouting, "Isn't kissing here good enough?"

I gently called out, "Good wife, good wife." This was a tried-and-true method for her.

Her face flushed, and she silently applied shower gel,
then rinsing me with water until I couldn't resist pressing her head
down. Only then did she close her eyes and bring her alluring lips to my mouth.

I leaned against the wall, my body numb, legs spread, enjoying the moment, occasionally glancing down at
the half of her pretty face peeking out from below.

At first, Wu Mei was reluctant, only tentatively teasing me, but after hearing my heavy breathing and muffled
groans, she finally let go completely, not only passionately sucking with her lips but also pushing her tongue in.

It wasn't just a carnal sensation, but also a spiritual satisfaction.

I became aroused, seemingly stronger than ever before, and excitedly pulled Wu Mei up, pressing her
down against the edge of the bathtub, aiming at her tender vulva and thrusting in.

Perhaps the bathroom always felt secluded, because Wu Mei moaned loudly, occasionally letting out a rare, sweet cry:
"Hold me." "So good." "It feels so good." "So deep."

This time, I lasted a long time.

Her alluring body tensed more and more, her two tempting, snow-white feet shuffling on the pale blue tiles. She
began encouraging me, "Just a little longer, just a little longer."

I reached forward and caressed her breasts, hoping to bring her to climax faster, gently comforting her like a child,
"Don't worry, it'll last a long time."

But she seemed not to hear me, continuing to call my name, her voice tinged with a sob.

Although she kept saying "It'll be over soon," a long time passed, until my thighs ached so much I could
barely hold on, yet she remained taut.

A woman's climax is extremely rare, often a matter of chance. Although I considered myself skilled, in my
countless , I had only managed to bring her to climax a rare occurrence.

As my strength waned, I noticed her beautiful buttocks swaying, and a sudden idea struck me. I spat
on my finger and quietly slipped it into her buttocks.

This trick worked perfectly. The alluring woman, who had been lingering on the mountainside, was finally brought to the summit. Her delicate body
convulsed , every inch of her skin trembling.

I clearly felt the rhythmic, intense contractions within her flower path, my penis gripped tightly, brimming with the urge to ejaculate. A large gush of hot,
urine- like fluid gushed out, dripping over me and then meandering down,
pooling into a murky puddle on the light blue tiles.

I pressed down hard on her waist and hips, curling her into a strange ball, my penis penetrating deeply. Before ejaculating,
the tip became unusually sensitive, occasionally touching something, seemingly there yet not there, tender and soft.

It was an indescribable feeling; I quickly succumbed, remembering this
peculiar position I had discovered by chance.

Thirty-seven, The Rape Game:

We had another blissful encounter in the middle of the night, sleeping until noon the next day. We had planned to go out for lunch, but at the last minute
we were both too lazy. The woman went to the kitchen to make noodles, and I told her to just wear an apron.

She said coquettishly, "You're turning me into a slut."

I thought of Aya and said to her, "You're just a naive young girl just beginning to experience the ways of the world. To become a true slut, you'll need to
undergo my rigorous training."

She couldn't find any eggs in the fridge and asked me to go downstairs to buy some. "If you see any strawberries, buy some too." "I'll ring the doorbell three times when I
come back . Don't open the door except for that. Be careful some pervert breaks in and rapes you," I
said, looking at her with concern.

"I'm going to open the door! I'll open it for whoever rings the doorbell, but who told you to dress me like this!"

I came back with eggs and strawberries, rang the doorbell three times, and as soon as I entered, I hugged Wu Mei and yelled, "Rape! Rape!"

Wu Mei closed her eyes and pressed against me, "What are you yelling about! Where did this slut come from? My husband went out to buy things,
come on."

I glared at her, "You really have the potential to become a slut. Wasn't feeding you three times yesterday enough?"

Wu Mei took the eggs into the kitchen and actually said, "I was half-starved. Yesterday, out of three meals, two were fast food, and only
one was a proper meal."

My face flushed slightly, and I followed her into the kitchen to watch her busy herself. Gradually, even my body started to feel hot.

Wu Mei was only wearing a pink and white polka-dot apron, and her bare shoulders, snow-white back, pink buttocks, and beautiful legs were
all exquisite treasures.

I carefully observed every movement of her body, shaking the keychain in my hand. The keychain was a
cheerful cartoon pig. "Did you change this? Where's the original die?" "Isn't it nice? Don't you think it's cute?"
she asked seductively. When she stood up straight, a clear cleavage was visible on her lower back. Jia Cheng, who had been with a hundred
women, once commented, "A woman with this figure is top-notch." "Too childish, give me back the die." Two new female interns
at work laughed at me for using such a keychain and suggested I give the cartoon pig to them.

"There's a little light bulb inside. Squeeze the pig's belly and it will light up. This staircase is too dark, and there are no streetlights
. You can use it for lighting when you come back at night," she said earnestly.

I was unconvinced. "No need! A grown man, why would I be afraid of the dark?" "This is just a male pig. I have a
female pig a pair. You have to use them whether you want to or not," she said as she put eggs into a pot.

"What kind of logic is that?" I asked knowingly.

She turned to look at me and simply said, "No logic. If I don't use it, I won't sleep with you."

I never expected to hear such words from such a charming mouth. I stared at her until she blushed, then suddenly buried
my head in her soft breasts. "I'll use it, I'll use it! Now the boar wants the sow to sleep!"

She giggled. "Not now, the sow's belly is almost flat from hunger."

After finishing the noodles, the charming woman washed the dishes, and I fed her strawberries.

A drop of bright red berry juice fell into her bib. I lifted it up and sucked it with my mouth.

The charming woman giggled. "Stop it." Her pink nipples trembled alluringly beside her face, enticing my tongue to follow
.

She twisted and giggled, "Be careful I break the bowl, stop it!"

I cupped her two plump breasts in my hands, my tongue circling around the nipples, which were as tender as silkworm membranes.

She said breathlessly, "Go take a shower first, I'll be done soon."

My mischievous side suddenly arose. "No way! Your husband will be back soon."

She stared at me and said, "Then you'd better run. My husband is very powerful; nobody at work wants to mess with him."

I kneaded her hands harder, my voice turning into a foreign accent. "I finally got in, and you think you can just scare me and
make me leave?"

She smiled, biting her lip. "If you don't run, I'll call for help!"

I actually grabbed a kitchen knife from the wall and held it to her neck, saying viciously, "Try making a sound, or I
'll kill you!"

She froze, then whispered, "Don't play around like that, be careful not to cut yourself." The sharp blade made goosebumps rise on her snowy
neck .

I yelled, "Who wants to play with you? I'd risk going to jail to play with you!"

The alluring woman stared at me blankly for a while, then timidly murmured, "Then...what do you want?" "
I want to rape you!"

I pretended to be a burglar breaking in, placing her on the sink and raping her.

The woman understood, struggling desperately, calling me a pervert and a lecher.

I forcefully subdued her, thrusting viciously, watching her alluring legs swing wildly at my sides. "
Why dressed like this? Aren't you afraid of someone like me?"

The woman groaned, "My husband wanted me, he's a big pervert!"

I thrust deeply each time, kneading her breasts forcefully with one hand, swearing, "Your waist is so thin,
how come your breasts are so big?"

The woman said sweetly, "I studied dance, of course I have a good figure, don't touch me!" Her two alluring red
nipples stood up asymmetrically.

Although she was cooperative, I still felt something was off, so I reached my other hand into her flower valley and vigorously
massaged her small, tender clitoris with my thumb, taking the opportunity to say what I wouldn't normally say: "Do you masturbate often?
Why is your little thing so red!"

She couldn't take it anymore, her body twisting wildly. "I won't... be gentle!

It hurts! It hurts!" she cried, then added, "I'm done!"

I forcefully twisted her arm. "I'm not your husband, who's going to be gentle with you? Just stay put, or if you piss
me off, I'll rape you first and then kill you!"

She looked miserable, her eyes reddening, staring at me resentfully, looking utterly pitiful.

I was aroused, feeling a sense of rape, and my thrusts became faster and faster, like shooting stars.

Perhaps infected by my excitement, she began to pant, her flower valley becoming even wetter, and much of the stickiness
I brought out from deep within her made the water in the sink gradually murky.

Last night's excessive revelry made me incredibly persistent. She moaned softly, her arms wrapped around my neck.

I said lewdly, "Why are you hugging a pervert who's raping you?"

Her beautiful eyes were hazy, and she remained silent for a long time, only still holding me tightly.

I lifted her from the cramped sink and laid her flat on the stove, continuing my wanton assault, finally
bringing her to another peak.

As my urge to ejaculate surged, I asked in her ear, "Was it safe today?" Her face flushed

crimson, her eyes brimming with tears. "There's no such thing as a refined pervert! It doesn't seem like it!"
Her hands and feet showed no sign of relaxing.

I was momentarily lost in ecstasy, thrusting in to the fullest, ejaculating a torrent of fluids from her incredibly slippery depths.

We showered and went back to bed.

She was all limp and fuzzy in my arms, murmuring, "So good, so good, you actually played with me like this, I really want to
do it again."

I was completely exhausted and weak, joking with her, "If you're this ravenous, I'm afraid
I'll be impotent in ten or twenty years. Don't regret it then."

She mumbled, "Ten or twenty years? I only ask for three years, three years is enough."
Her face changed as she opened her eyes and stared at me.

I stared at her in shock, a chill running down my spine.

Some kind of ominous sign suddenly emerged from the bliss.

Thirty-eight, beyond redemption .

Less than half a year later, two storms had broken out between us.

One was when she found a thong in my car, I didn't know if it belonged to Lingling, Aya, or Zhou Han.

I thought it was all over again, but she only gave me the cold shoulder for a few days and didn't explode.

Another time, Zhou Han said she would help me review my manuscript and give me a tour of my new place. We ended up drinking and fooling around, and
were caught in bed together by Wu Mei when she came home from work.

Wu Mei went crazy, yelling, "I know you've been fooling around outside, but don't use my bed! Why are you
using my bed?!" She threatened to go to the newspaper office to find Zhou Han's boss and to the city government to find Zhou Han's husband.

I threatened her too, saying that if she went to either of them, we were completely finished.

Perhaps Wu Mei realized I was beyond saving. After the storm, we were still together. She shamelessly remained
infatuated with my virtual tenderness, while I shamelessly continued to enjoy her alluring body.

I know this might be unfair, but the world has never been fair, and God has never been fair.

Thirty-nine, Back in Ancient Times

: Wu Mei was a computer whiz. One weekend, she unearthed everything I had hidden in my computer and
sat at her desk, laughing hysterically.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered they were just a collection of fabricated erotic tales. I remarked, "Is it really that funny? Confucius said, '
Food and sex human nature,' these are all reflections of human nature.

" The charming woman, still laughing, gasped, "No, it's the work of a great scholar, how could a humble woman dare to be disrespectful?
But... but why is there a Jing Jin in this one?"

I rarely blushed in front of the charming woman, but this was a rare exception.

In the stories we brothers exchanged, to get into the writing, we used the real names of women we knew for all the female characters in one series
. Naturally, a fiery beauty like Jing Jin couldn't escape the clutches of my fantasies.

With a smile, Wu Mei hugged her knees and asked, "It's really well-written. Can I copy it and show it to her?"

I said, "Sure, I'll kill you before she kills me."

To cover up my embarrassment and prove I wasn't the only one doing this, I immediately found Yuan Yuan and Kiss for her
. Back then, Wuji didn't exist, nor did Fengyue, Gaoyang, or Hai'an. Wu Mei

happily read through the articles all afternoon, asking if any of them were written by me.

Seeing that she wasn't surprised, I impulsively pointed to one of the articles on Yuan Yuan's recommendation list that day,
boasting, "How about it? Your husband writes everything top-notch, even his casual writing is outstanding."

Wu Mei nodded repeatedly in agreement, "Yes, yes, a great talent indeed! I will definitely
read it ." After reading for a while, she suddenly asked me what "womanizing" meant.

I said it was a metaphor, referring to something about a woman. As she looked at the description , Wu Mei

asked again, "Can I touch it? You wrote it so comfortably, but I
don't ." My face flushed, and I told her it was classical writing style, not necessarily realistic. It's written like that in *Jin Ping Mei* and *Yu Pu Tuan*, she told me to read them if I didn't believe her. Wu Mei listened as if I were lecturing her in a foreign language, constantly asking questions that were incredibly confusing. What is a "jade clam"? Does it really have yin essence? Why is a woman's orgasm called "losing"? I started to regret being so open with her. That night during sex, Wu Mei, using her newly learned technique, suddenly cried out sweetly, "I'm going to lose!" She didn't lose, but I ejaculated. It was my birthday again, and Wu Mei accompanied me out for dinner. My phone kept ringing; most of the calls, except for a few from my buddies, were from women. I flirted with them openly in front of Wu Mei, but my heart sank. None of the calls were from Lin. Maybe she's already married? After dinner, I asked, "Want to go clubbing? Karaoke? Or maybe a bar? A dwarf came to Baijue, he only sings love songs, wanna go?" Perhaps because I was feeling lazy, Wumei said, "How about we go home?" I immediately nodded, feeling very tired. Wumei drove, and I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and thinking, "Now that we're married, she'll never come to celebrate my birthday . We only meet twice a year, maybe that's the end, maybe we'll never see each other again in this lifetime." After a faint sadness, my heart was at peace. After showering, I came out of the bathroom, and the living room was pitch black. I called out, "Wumei! Wumei! What's going on?" Wumei answered sweetly from the bedroom, "Come find me." I pushed open the door and was immediately stunned. The bedroom was dark, and a large red lantern hung above the bed, casting a crimson glow on the gauze curtains. Lying inside the curtains was a beautiful woman in a Chaozhou-style embroidered satin dress, her beautiful eyes sparkling, smiling charmingly —it was none other than Wumei. In that instant, I felt a dreamlike sense of stepping back into ancient times. I lifted the bed curtains and climbed into bed, carefully admiring the alluring woman with her long hair styled in an updo. "Little vixen, you have quite the tricks up your sleeve." She smiled radiantly. "Do you like it, my lord?" "Where did you buy this outfit?" I peered into her bodice and was surprised to find a light green undergarment underneath. She rolled over, adopting another seductive pose. "My second aunt works at an embroidery factory. I asked her to make it for me, saying it's for a performance. Isn't it beautiful?" I exclaimed sincerely, "Beautiful as a fairy." I've always had a special fascination with ancient beauties, and I've even written a series of fantasies about them. I never imagined that she would let me experience it for real tonight. "Who's as beautiful as a fairy?" "My little alluring woman." I was momentarily confused by her mystery. "No, this is ancient times. You should call me 'wife'." She said playfully. I laughed. "Wife, is this our wedding night?" As soon as I said it, I cursed myself for speaking so carelessly . Wu Mei's body trembled, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at me. She sat up with a soft moan and hugged me around the waist. " What ?" "I said you're as beautiful as an angel." I quickly diverted her attention. "Not that sentence, the last one." Wu Mei stared at me and said. "A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, we absolutely won't waste a single minute!" I groped her all over, intending to make her melt as quickly as possible . Wu Mei sighed softly, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't ask you to marry me. Give me three years, just three years and I'll be happy for the rest of my life." Thinking of all the painstaking preparations she had made, just to make me happy today, I suddenly felt an impulse I had never felt before. "Fine, I'll marry this little vixen in this life." Forty, Happiness Was So Close to Me Just then, my phone rang. Wu Mei tugged at my hand, but I hesitated for a moment, then got out of bed and took the phone out of my pocket. Just one glance at the caller ID and my heart started pounding. It was that number I had been dreaming of, it was Lin. I answered the phone, my voice trembling as I said "hello. " Lin said softly on the other end, "Can you come out?" I glanced at the alluring woman in the tent; she was staring intently at me. "Where to?" I blurted out. "Still there. Come anytime. I'll be there tonight." Lin had never spoken to me like that before. I was stunned, wanting to ask more, but the call had already ended. "What happened to her?" I tensed up and started changing. The alluring woman asked in a trembling voice, "You're going out?" "I'm sorry." I had never said that to her before. "Is that Lin?" the alluring woman asked again, her voice trembling. "Yes." I moved faster and faster, quickly getting dressed, pushing open the door, not daring to look at her again . I saw Lin again. In front of her was a bottle of red wine and a glass, her face flushed crimson. As soon as she sat down, I smelled the alcohol. I picked up the bottle and saw that it was already half empty. I was shocked. "How could you drink so much? You'll get drunk!" She had a history of getting completely drunk after half a glass of beer. "So what if you're drunk?" Lin replied lazily. "What happened?" "..." Lin didn't answer for a long time. "Did you have a fight with him?" I was so anxious that my whole body was burning up. Lin finally looked at me directly, staring at me. I stared blankly at her. This girl is always the most beautiful, including her absent-minded look now. "You're living together?" Lin suddenly asked. A sense of fear actually rose in my heart, and I asked back, "Who told you?" "Jiacheng, today." Lin said through gritted teeth.

I'd never seen her like this before. I stammered, "Um, what's wrong?"

Lin's chest heaved violently, and she suddenly burst into tears, "Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

I was terrified. "Don't cry, don't cry, give it back what?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw everyone around us looking at us.

"Give me back what you took! What you took that day when you were drunk!" Lin crossed her arms and rested her head on the table,
burying her face in her arms, trembling all over.

I felt numb all over, drenched in sweat, my thoughts a jumbled mess. "So you knew." "If I didn't know, you
would never have told me, would you?" "That day I couldn't control myself." I didn't say sorry; any remorse at this moment
seemed so pale and powerless.

Lin sobbed uncontrollably. I quickly got up and sat down beside her, massaging her back with my hands. "Don't cry, don't cry.
I'll do whatever you want, even die right now."

My heart ached terribly, filled with remorse. If she asked me to die now, I would do it without hesitation.

I had caused Lin so much pain.

"Why did you do that?" Lin asked, her face streaked with tears.

"I love you, because I love you," I finally said, a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

"Don't you love me anymore?" Lin stared at me.

"Yes, I still love you deeply, I've always loved you deeply." As I said this, my eyes filled
with warmth , blurring Lin's beautiful vision.

"Then why did you go and live with someone else?" Lin asked softly.

"Because you don't love me," I answered weakly.

"You're stupid! You're so stupid!" Lin's fists rained down on my chest, her petite body leaning against me.

"Stupid?" "If I didn't love you, why would I have given myself to you that day? Why didn't I tell you afterwards?
Why would I appear before you every year on your birthday?" Tears streamed down Lin's
face.

Overwhelmed with joy and happiness, I was both surprised and delighted, my voice trembling. "Then why do you only
see me a few times a year? Why did you say you wanted to accept someone's proposal last time?" "Because you like blue, you're frivolous,
you're fickle. I wanted to wait for you to mature. I rejected countless men's advances, rejected three men's
proposals , all to wait for you. Last time I said that hoping you would mature faster. I made a promise with you a long time ago,
and later reminded you that once we started, for better or for worse, we had to be together from beginning to end. I thought we had a tacit
understanding, I thought we were on the same page, but you...

you forgot all of that! You went to live with someone else!" Lin cried out in anguish.

I was stunned. It turns out happiness has always been so close to me; it turns out my love with Lin started a long
, long time ago .

Forty-one.

The morning after leaving, I returned to my rented apartment.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Wumei. She hadn't gone to work, still wearing that beautiful embroidered satin dress, sitting on
the sofa in the living room, lost in thought. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was haggard; only the lipstick she had applied last night was still vibrant.

I first put a few documents and floppy disks from the computer desk into my briefcase, then went into the bedroom to pack
my clothes.

Wumei followed me in like a wisp of smoke, leaning against the door, and softly asked, "Are you leaving?"

I nodded, continuing to stuff clothes into my suitcase. Seeing
several , I took them out and placed them on the bed.

"Aren't you taking these things with you?" Wu Mei asked again.

I said, "No." I wanted to be tactful, but I didn't say it aloud. I looked around to make sure there was nothing else I needed to take
, then locked my suitcase, walked past her, grabbed my briefcase from the living room, and was about to open the door when
Wu Mei screamed, "Wait!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned around to look at her quietly.

Wu Mei said, "Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon." She quickly ran into the kitchen.

A few minutes passed, and she still hadn't come out. I started to get impatient. "I'm leaving."

Wu Mei brought out a bowl of something and said, "Okay, okay, you haven't eaten anything this morning, have you? Drink this bowl of milk
before you go."

I frowned. How could I enjoy her gentleness at a time like this? I

said, "No, I have to rush to work. I'll order takeout later." I turned to leave.

Wu Mei reached out a hand to grab me. "How long does it take to drink a bowl of milk? It's not good for you not to eat in the morning."

I refused to argue with her any longer, and with a pull of my arm, I heard Wu Mei let out a soft cry, followed by
the sound of the bowl shattering on the floor.

I turned around and saw the bowl smashed to pieces, milk splattered all over the floor, and two peeled hard-boiled eggs rolled
far away .

Wu Mei paused for a moment, then slowly squatted down to pick up the shards.

I felt guilty, but knew I couldn't be indecisive, so I pushed open the door and went out.

Downstairs, Wu Mei didn't follow. For some reason, I stood there for a while, then turned and went back
upstairs . Peeking in through the doorway, I saw her still picking up the shards, her hands bleeding profusely from cuts, her face
still dazed, as if oblivious.

My heart clenched, and I almost rushed inside, but I held back. I knew that if I
took that step back, I might never leave.

Forty-two, My Lover Disappeared.

I took my annual leave and went with Lin to a famous island for over half a month.

Every day was incredibly simple: holding hands to watch the sunrise and sunset, feeling the sea breeze, taking walks,
writing poetry —we spent the happiest time of our lives.

But beautiful things never last. Three days after returning to Shanghai, Lin went home and
became depressed.

I repeatedly pressed her for answers, but she always gave vague responses, and our love only intensified.

I, however, had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, a constant unease in my heart.

A month passed like this. One night, Lin suddenly told me she was leaving
to help out , for a long time, perhaps never to return.

I was almost devastated. I asked her what the real reason was, and I didn't believe it was just for work.

Lin insisted, "Really, that's the reason. I've wanted to go to Shanghai for a long time."

I weakly wept in front of her, begging her not to go, telling her that if she left, I would be finished, completely ruined
.

Lin kissed away my tears, telling me that no matter what, under no circumstances should I give up, or she would be
very sad.

On the day I saw her off, half an hour before takeoff, Lin suddenly said to me, "Do you know? Li Jia loves you very, very much."
The day you left, she cut her wrists. If the door hadn't been left open and a neighbor from upstairs hadn't happened to pass by, she might not be
alive today. You should cherish her; she's still waiting for you in your old, cozy home.”

Suddenly, I erupted in fury. “You're so self-righteous! Our love couldn't withstand a childish pity, you
gave me away as a consolation prize! Is this our promise?

Is this the promise we made in our youth?

I will never forgive you, never in my entire life! Don't even think I'll listen to your ridiculous schemes!”
"

Lin walked through the ticket gate with tears streaming down her face.

The plane took off.

I suddenly realized that I could have been happy in this life, but I had strangled it with my own despair.

Forty-three, the blue sky has passed.

I rushed to my old little home like a madman. Wu Mei was both surprised and delighted, and asked, 'You...why did you come?'

I hated her hypocrisy and started smashing things—the phone, stereo, TV, refrigerator, and microwave—
and yelled at her, 'What did you say to Lin? You like cutting your wrists, don't you?

Fine, let's cut them together, or we can jump off this cliff together. We'll be
together ! Didn't you want to be with me?'

Wu Mei cried. 'I didn't go to see her.'" "She came to see me herself. I only told her our past
, saying that as long as you haven't lied to her for three years, you can go and ask her to come and confront me."

I was furious. "Go and ask her? She's gone, never to come back!

You want me to go and ask her? Where am I supposed to find her?" There was nothing left to smash in the living room, so I rushed into
the bedroom to find something new to vent my anger on. I yanked open the wardrobe, tearing off various styles of blue shirts, grabbed a
pair of scissors and started cutting and tearing.

Wu Mei rushed up and grabbed my arm, crying, "Don't cut, please don't cut."

Seeing that she cared, I cut even more freely, hundreds of strips of blue fabric flying everywhere.

Suddenly, Wu Mei screamed, "You can't cut this one!" She clung tightly to my arm.

I noticed a dark crimson stain on the third button, sneered, and cut it in half.

Wu Mei trembled slightly, as if I were cutting her flesh. Suddenly, she said, "Don't cut! I'll
never ! Really."

I stopped and stared at her coldly.

Wu Mei knelt on the ground in grief, clutching the blue scraps of cloth tightly to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably, "You're so cruel, so incredibly
cruel. If you don't love me at all, why did you come to me that day? Why did you carry me on your back?"

I finally calmed down, dropped the scissors, and saw her get up and face the wall, still muttering,
"It's not fair, it's so unfair."

I said calmly, "It's never been fair. This world has never been fair, God has never been fair."
A cold, almost cruel laugh welled up inside me. Without looking back, I went out, downstairs, and vanished into the distance.

I knew that the blue phase of my life was finally over. Wu Mei had lost me, and I had lost Lin.

44. The last

year of my alluring life passed quickly. I focused on my work, writing, rarely drinking, and avoiding
romantic pursuits . I basically lost contact with Lingling, Aya, Xian'er, and Yuanyuan.

Occasionally, I would receive calls late at night from unknown numbers. I
got used to it, answering without asking who it was, just silently waiting and listening to each
other's soft breathing.

I hoped it was Lin.

During this time, I actually contacted Ruru more often, with whom I always bickered. We would occasionally go dancing,
listen to music , or go to bars together. I wanted to get news about Lin from her.

Unfortunately, Ruru always kept quiet. When I pressed her, she would hum a song I've forgotten who sang: "What is destined to be yours will be yours;
what is not, you cannot force."

One night at a disco, we were swaying our heads on the edge of the dance floor when Ruru suddenly pointed in a certain direction and called me to look.

It took me a lot of effort to spot one of the girls in the crowd—it was alluring. She had
cut off her once-proud long hair and dyed it a very alluring rose color, with rose-colored lip gloss, a black tank top, and her pointed nipples
clearly showing she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore a short leather skirt, and only her black high-heeled sandals retained their
original color . She was dancing seductively and wantonly among a group of thugs.

I stared blankly for a while, then saw her leave the stage to rest, her body pressed intimately against a young man in a bright blue
shirt.

Ruru said, "She's from Nig's circle." I looked closely and knew Ruru wasn't mistaken. I felt a wave of
nausea . That circle was a den of iniquity; even the smallest member was worse than I used to be. Rumor had it they robbed, murdered,
did drugs, and engaged in group sex.

The young man in blue lit a cigarette for Wu Mei, and she kissed him, oblivious to everyone else.

I suddenly walked towards her, and Ruru tried to stop me but couldn't.

A few thugs stared at me warily. Wu Mei noticed them too, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "My friend."

I told Wu Mei, "Let's chat over there," pointing to the bar.

Wu Mei actually looked at the guy in the blue shirt. He glanced at me, his gaze sharp and sinister, exuding a reckless and
arrogant air.

I looked at him indifferently, and he slowly nodded.

Wu Mei followed me to the bar, ordered a dubolgalant, took a drag of her cigarette, and
elegantly , waiting for me to speak.

I looked at her hair and couldn't help but say, "It's awful, like a pigsty."

Wu Mei glanced at me and said, "Whether it's awful or not, what's it to you?" She glanced at the guy and said,
"He likes it." "Don't hang out with these guys, you'll get hurt." I felt a surge of anxiety.

"Thanks, is there anything else?"

I asked, bewildered, feeling utterly bored, realizing Wu Mei was now a complete stranger.

I returned to my seat. "How was it?" Ruru asked.

"We only exchanged a couple of sentences, just a couple," I said, feeling utterly dejected.

Ruru continued, "That guy's eyes are sharp." "Sharp my ass! It's all fake. There's nothing in them. Blue
is so outdated, and he's still wearing that. He's the most conspicuous person in the whole room, trying to look cool but with no taste." I don't know
why I suddenly blurted out so much, a complex mix of emotions washing over me.

Ruru took a sip of her drink, glanced at me, and said, "Want to hear my thoughts?"

I didn't think she had any profound insights. "Whatever." "To be honest, that guy is like you, like the old
you. You're practically cut from the same mold. And Wumei, she's like that Aya, the Aya you used to know."

This was the last time I saw Wumei.

Forty-five. Thanks to you,

one day a new account added me on QQ, named "Pastoral Breeze."

We hit it off immediately, chatting late into the night. I poured out my longing for Lin to her, and she asked about my
life , my work, and the changes in my coastal city, encouraging me when I was down.

One day, during a routine meeting, a brief message appeared in the system report: Ms. Li, the head of the finance department of unit XX,
embezzled and misappropriated 2.465 million RMB of public funds by abusing her position

. She has been arrested by the police.

I found Jingjin and asked. She was now a mother of a two-year-old boy, and her temperament had become gentle and generous. She
had long since forgiven my rudeness back then. "That's right, it's Li Jia." "What does she need so much money for?" "I heard she
raised a little rascal to support his drug addiction." "How many years will she get?" "I don't know. I heard her father is running around
trying to get her a lower sentence."

Thinking of that beautiful, promising woman from a few years ago, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Jingjin looked at me and suddenly said calmly, "To put it bluntly, half of Li Jia's current situation is thanks to you
."

Forty-six. God is fair.

My relationship with Tianyuan Weifeng developed to the point where we could talk about anything, sending each other an email every day. When our feelings deepened, we even had online sex.
One night, she suddenly asked, "Do you miss your Lin?"

I said I did, my heart was breaking.

Lin then returned to this beautiful seaside city. When we got back together, we both felt like
we had seen the ocean before . I gave in to her in everything and lived my life earnestly, thinking that this time nothing could
separate us.

But this blissful life lasted only six months. Perhaps the heavens were jealous, or perhaps I had to pay my debts. The
devastating disaster that shocked the world took Lin away without warning, without even letting me see her one last time.

I only drank for half a month, remembering what Lin had once said, and didn't wallow in despair for too long.

I truly changed, continuing to live a peaceful life, working, and writing. I wrote about thirty
articles about Lin, moving many people, both acquaintances and strangers, to tears. I used my writing fees to support a poor fourteen-year-old girl,
covering her school and living expenses from junior high to university.

One autumn, while tidying up Lin's things, I accidentally found a set of keys. The keychain was a
cartoon pig with a small light bulb on it. I suddenly had an impulse and went to Tuping Lane that very night to find Sister Li. Before I could even speak, she asked,
"Why haven't I seen you two come over in so long? Did you buy a new house?" She pulled out a stack of utility bills and asked
me to reimburse her. The amounts were small, just meter readings.

I asked in surprise, "The house hasn't been rented out yet?"

Sister Li was also puzzled, saying, "How could it be rented out? Your wife prepaid three years' rent. Although we haven't seen
you come over, we wouldn't dare to mess with your house. What if something is missing?"

Three years!

I suppressed the urge to rush upstairs, my hands trembling as I finally unlocked the door.

Everything inside was so familiar; everything was still neatly arranged as before,
only covered with a thin layer of dust.

Like an old man returning to his old home, I looked around and touched everything. On the bedside table in the bedroom,
I found a cardboard box that hadn't been there before, with a note attached: "What you despise, I cherish; once intimate,
now cruelly rejected." There was no signature, but the delicate handwriting made me recognize it immediately.

With all my might, I opened the box and tremblingly took out its contents: several shirts—
blue shirts that had once been shattered into hundreds of pieces, mended with countless stitches, blue shirts that had taken
an immeasurable amount of spirit and effort to re-sew.

Tears streamed down my face as I wept silently. On the third button of one of the shirts, I found a trace of dark
crimson. I knew that this blue chapter of my life, torn apart, was what Wumei cherished most.

Downstairs, Sister Li asked if I wasn't going to continue renting. Her face was grim. She said that others had wanted to rent
, but she had turned them all down, offering to refund half of the remaining rent.

I said I would rent, that I would occasionally stay there, and that I would pay next year's rent at the end of the year, perhaps for a very long time
.

I took annual leave and traveled to that famous prison in the northern part of the province to complete the procedures for visiting Wumei.

The prison officials told me that my application had been approved, but she refused to see me.

That night, on the bumpy long-distance bus, I dreamt that Wumei was frantically
washing off , then nestled in my arms, saying coquettishly, "I never want you to see me looking ugly."

After that, whenever the night was quiet, the tenderness and affection of the past would seek me out. It was a
feeling I couldn't quite define—a bittersweet, almost ecstatic, agonizing torment. Whenever I woke up from this dream
with tears streaming , whenever I looked at my increasingly haggard face in the mirror, I knew that my days were
numbered.

Suddenly, I understood that fate is indeed fair; whoever gains an advantage must eventually pay the price,
and not only that, but with interest.

God, your design is truly ingenious. I went through so much to get Lin, only to lose
her in the blink of an eye. This is indeed the cruelest punishment, but I accept it.

When I went to see Lin, I told her, "Besides you, I also often miss Wumei. You know, I owe her
so much. Be good and don't be angry. It won't be long before I come to be with you."

The blue shirt, no matter what it represents, whether it was cut or not, whether I like it or not, I have
worn it .

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