My Ex-Girls (1-2)

Youth is always beautiful, but it's also inevitable to have some foolish things happen.
I'll organize the things that happened to me as a memory of my slowly fading youth.
I. Yu Li
When I was young, I had a good relationship with my colleagues. When I was twenty-four, my colleague, Brother Jiang,

introduced me to a girlfriend named Yu Li. She worked at the same company as Brother Jiang's wife; they were both

sales clerks in a shopping mall, standing behind the counter for eight hours a day, which was indeed very hard work.
She was a little shorter than me, but still about 1.67 meters tall. Yu Li was slender, with almond-shaped eyes

and long, smooth, black hair, which added to her elegance.
Her mouth was slightly large, and her pupils were a little yellowish. Her teeth were very white, and they looked beautiful when she smiled.
I felt good about her, so we started dating. She lived far from the city and needed to

take a short train ride to work.
She had an older sister and a younger brother. Her father hadn't retired yet, and her mother stayed home to take care of the household chores.
Our matchmaker, Brother Jiang, deliberately created opportunities for us to connect and develop our relationship. At first, we were a little reserved, but

gradually we became more familiar with each other.
Yu Li's family had bought a bungalow at the foot of a mountain in the city for her commute; she lived there, and

her family rarely visited, so she lived alone.
One day, Brother Jiang found an excuse to invite me to Yu Li's place, saying he wanted to help her with some chores. I knew it was just

an excuse ; he really wanted us to spend more time together, deepen our impressions of each other, and strengthen our bond.
I prepared myself, changed my clothes, styled my hair, and so on. I couldn't be unkempt

and dirty when I was with my girlfriend, could I?
When I went out, the streets were bustling with traffic, and minibuses scrambled past, kicking up

long trails of dust. To see my girlfriend Yu Li as soon as possible and to avoid being late, I hailed a

Xiali taxi—these kinds of cars were already common then.
When I arrived at Yu Li's place, it was still early. As I paced back and forth, killing time,

the door opened, and she came out carrying a basin of dirty water
, ready to be poured out. Because it was winter, the drainpipes in northern homes often froze over, so

most residents simply dumped their dirty water directly into the garbage dump.
There were also remnants of burnt coal, snow swept from the road or yard

piled up there, and lazy people who would simply empty their nighttime urination in the morning. Over time, this

created a rather "spectacular" "mountain of garbage" and "iceberg of urine.
" "Back to the point.
" Yu Li saw me, and I saw her. While emptying the basin of water, she smiled and greeted me

, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you knock?" She looked me up and down as she spoke.
I smiled and said, "I just arrived. I thought you weren't back yet, so I was waiting for you on the way." Yu Li smiled and said, "

I didn't go to work today. Come in, don't stand there." She then led me into the house. The house was warm, with a roaring fire in the fireplace. There was a significant temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, and many water droplets
clung to the white walls . That was because it was a new house. Yu Li offered me a seat and poured me a cup of hot water, asking, "Did you take a day off?" I said, "Brother Jiang said you had some work to do? What do you need my help with?" I gave a non-sequitur. Yu Li smiled and said, "It's too damp in here, do you have any ideas?" It was still an excuse. But what else could she say? We'd only met three times. I said, "I'll make you an electric stove; it'll be better if you put it against the wall, but it'll use a lot of electricity." Li said, " It's okay , I can use it to dry clothes and socks, but no girl would say anything about drying bras and underwear, who would dare?" My thoughts were a bit...unreasonable. We chatted about work, then I said goodbye. When Li came out to see me off, the wind blew her long hair, a few strands brushing against her cheek. I boldly reached out and smoothed her disheveled hair. At that moment, Li blushed. "Was it because my warm hand touched her cheek? Or something else?" I wondered to myself. Back at work, I made an electric stove for her myself. We arranged a time, and by the time I finished setting it up, it was already noon . Li wanted to treat me to lunch, but I had to rush back to work. One day, Yu Li said the electric stove was broken and asked me to fix it. She gave me the key. After I fixed it, I saw a basket of ashes by , so I emptied it for her. I was happy to do something for a girl. When I saw Yu Li again, she smiled slyly, saying she deliberately left the basket of ashes there to test me, to see if I could empty it. She told me she had told her best friend about me helping her and said, "You 're quite capable, not lazy at all." I looked at her; she had a little smugness on her face. A few days later, Yu Li said the light was broken, so I went to her place. There were several young girls in the house, and I felt like I was being scrutinized. "I'm not a naked Dawei, so I don't need to be a group visit, right?" I muttered to myself . After greeting them, Aunt Jiang and Yu Li introduced them to me one by one. I made an excuse to go to work and slipped away. After some time, I picked her up from work and took her home (to her mother's house, not the empty house she lived in) . It was already dark when we got home, and the neon lights on both sides of the street flickered with colorful lights. Most of the passersby were in a hurry, like birds returning to their nests. Yu Li took my arm and snuggled close to me, looking like a little bird seeking shelter. We chatted and laughed, like a newlywed couple. I asked Li, "Why do you like being with me?" Li looked up at me and said, "I like being with you." I added, "I'm a little bad." Li looked up at me again and said, "I like being bad." I knew that the "bad" she mentioned wasn't really bad in her heart. Li's beautiful eyes looked at me as she spoke, and I understood her ardent gaze. Her lips, lightly painted with lipstick, were right under my nose, her breath sweet and fragrant. That breath, with its scent reminiscent of Big Bubble Gum, made my nose itch. I lowered my head slightly to meet Li's red lips, and we shared a deep, passionate kiss that lasted a long, long time on the bustling street ...

My hands encircled the back of Li's head and her long, flowing hair. I clumsily and instinctively kissed her lips. Li parted her mouth

slightly , offering her fragrant tongue to mine. I immediately captured her "lilac" and savored its

aroma…
The stars in the sky twinkled, secretly laughing, and the moon seemed to blush. At that moment, happiness overflowed

my heart; that sweetness… left me with an unforgettable memory.
After the kiss, I felt Li's arm tighten around mine. (Is it true that for lovers,

physical contact alone leads to a qualitative leap in the relationship?)
(Later, I saw a post online from a guru who said, "The best

way to win a girl's heart is to conquer her vagina.") Wow! Look at his knowledge, so profound and

educational! I couldn't catch up even if I were barefoot (reducing my academic burden).
I saw Li onto the train home, and then I went home myself. Time flew by. One day, Li told me her

mother wanted me to come to her house, which meant she wanted to see me. I prepared a gift and went with Li to her house.
After a warm welcome, it gradually got dark. Because of the inconvenient transportation, there were no return buses, so I had to

stay at Li's house for the night. (Friends, don't get the wrong idea, I slept with my future father-in-law.)
Li has a very beautiful older sister. I had a dirty thought: why don't the two sisters look alike?

It would be so nice if they were twins… (How about that? Am I despicable, shameless, and lewd?)
Nothing happened that night. As for whether I dreamed or said anything cheesy, I have no idea. The next morning

, we went to the train station to wait for the train. I, having tasted the sweetness of bamboo shoots, took the initiative to kiss her. Li, afraid that acquaintances would see, was embarrassed and quickly kissed me back

.
I really liked her faint body fragrance. On the way back by train, we walked along the railway to her place.

The fire in the stove had gone out, so I used wood and coal to start a fire. This was easy for me, because

life back then was nothing like it is today; in the north, starting a fire for warmth was an essential life skill.
Before we knew it, it got dark. Winter nights come early, and the kang (heated brick bed) was already warm. I

bought , and we ate a quick dinner. We wanted to go home, but we were worried about our families. Li said, "It's so cold,

and the road is difficult to walk on. Let's not go back."
I agreed, subconsciously feeling I was getting a good deal. Li lay on her back on the kang, her hands covering

her head sweater was pushed up high by her breasts, and looking at the undulating curves horizontally, it was like an enlarged version of the letter "m"

(the term "mm" is now used to refer to girls online, presumably a conclusion drawn from the observations and explorations of that predecessor).
I kept glancing at her, feeling a restless, itchy feeling inside me, like a mouse trying to steal oil. We

chatted and laughed for a while, and then Li asked me to sing for her. I remember singing a popular song at the time called "

Little Rain " the last line of which was "Searching for that one tree, the one that loves me." Li looked like a newlywed bride,

her face beaming with happiness.
I tried my best to make her happy, and hearing her joyful laughter made me happy too. Looking into Li's affectionate

eyes, I couldn't help but hook my leg around hers and pull her head up with one hand. Li understood what I

meant , and we kissed passionately.
A surge of hormones stimulated my young body, and I said to Li, "Can I touch your

breasts ?" Li blushed instantly, lowered her eyes, and closed them. I knew

she had given her consent, and my heart was truly throbbing with joy.
As I spoke, my hand had already slipped outside her clothes and was on her breast, gently kneading

it…
She was wearing a red sweater over a white shirt. I lifted her sweater—unbuttoning it one

button at a time—and then lifted her white bra. I was thrilled to see Li's two fair breasts…
I grabbed one breast in each hand and gently kneaded them. Li's breasts were larger than my hands,

warm and soft to the touch. The nipples, smaller than the tip of my little finger, were a pale pink, proudly erect, like two

ripe cherries waiting for me to taste.
Her skin was fair, and her naked body exuded a faint fragrance. I rolled over and pressed myself against Li, burying my face

in her breasts, kissing them passionately, sucking, kneading, and pinching them—my hands were busy and flustered.
Li's fair breasts changed shape in my hands. I held her nipple in my mouth for a long time, gently biting

it and teasing it with my tongue, making me forget the time.
I pressed my pubic bone against hers, and even though we were wearing pants, I was making sexual movements, trying to entice her

to have sex with me. My hand went to undo her belt, but she grabbed it and said with a smile, "I

can't cross that last line."
I knew what she meant; she didn't want to have sex too soon. If it were now, I would definitely find a way;

I would definitely get her and enjoy the pleasure her body brought.
I didn't force her. After playing with her breasts for a while, I finally got up. Li adjusted her bra and buttoned her

shirt , her face slightly flushed with shyness. It was getting late.
I wanted to sleep in Li's room, but she was worried I would "eat her" and wouldn't let me. We played around for a while, and during that time, I

seized the opportunity to grab Li's breasts. She always shyly and cutely dodged, but she just wouldn't agree to let me sleep

with her.
I thought if she had agreed, I would have taken her completely that night. We slept separately that night without saying a word.
(If I had pressed my luck then, there would have been many more complications.) The next day, we got ready and went to work together.
On the way, we saw her younger brother.
A few days later, Li said her mother found out I had stayed at her place and was so angry she almost vomited blood. Hearing this, I felt very

guilty , like I had stolen something from her and been caught red-handed, while Li, on the other hand, was laughing and joking,

seemingly carefree.
Later, because her family didn't approve of her, they didn't want us to break up, mainly because Li looked a bit thin.
But I didn't see anything wrong with her; I like slender girls. I'm an obedient child.
After the breakup, I think she must hate me to death.
Later, I waited for her where she had taken the bus, hoping to reconcile with her, but Li was already angry and ignoring me. I

knew I was too ashamed to see her, so I let it go.
I really wanted her to deliberately go to her counter to look at her, even from a distance, just a glimpse would

be enough for me. I don't know if Li knew, but her female colleagues saw me, and they would definitely tell Li.
I regret breaking up with her back then. If I had insisted on marrying her, I think we would have been very happy.
Later, I heard she got married, and I was heartbroken for a long time, feeling very guilty. So,

long , I mustered up the courage to ask her out for dinner, hoping she wouldn't be angry with me and that we could still be

good friends, but she smiled and declined.
Her smile was as beautiful as ever, but deep in her eyes, I clearly saw "

the Arctic glacier."
As time passed, Li and I lost contact. Was it that "big shot" who said, "Time is the best medicine for healing

wounds "
? For me, that medicine wasn't very effective; I often reminisced about the past and missed

the Li I loved.
I think about Li now. If she's happy, my heart is comforted; if she's unhappy, my heart

is heavy. Now, I can no longer see her.
Perhaps we'll never see each other again in this life, so I can only silently say from afar

, "My beloved, how I wish you health and happiness! My beloved girl, I

still love you, until death do us part.
" II. Tingting is a nineteen-year-old girl from Inner Mongolia. She's about 1.67 meters tall, with

small double eyelids, and her skin isn't the fair, rosy type. She has an oval face, full lips, and

a sexy figure. Her legs seem a little stiff, and her feet are slightly pigeon-toed. She has a full, protruding

bottom, which is quite alluring.
Also, her nose always looks unclean. She lives and eats at my shop; the bed was

brought with me when I transferred the shop—Tingting used to sleep in the original owner's bed
. Northern winters are very cold, so catching a cold is inevitable; everyone feels unwell sometimes. One evening, my "

buddies " dragged me out to hang out with some friends. I didn't return to the shop until after closing time. I remembered Ting had a cold and wanted to check on

her, so I knocked on her door. Ting heard my voice and opened it for me.
The room was warm. Ting was wearing a dark red, tight-fitting shirt and trousers, looking a little sleepy. I quickly

glanced at her. Her tight underwear accentuated her youthful figure, revealing her curves.

Judging from the curves of her breasts, they weren't large. There were no bra

strap indicating she wasn't wearing a bra. Two small,

fingertip-sized "dots" on her chest further confirmed this.
Then I scanned her lower body, especially her crotch area; the bulge there resembled a leavened "pancake
. " It was stuck there, and you could even see a short indentation in the middle through my undershirt. You know

how that indentation formed, I don't need to go into details, right? It only happened for a moment; did I have to squat down and examine it

closely ? I wasn't so bad back then (please think of it in a better light). I didn't see Ting showing

any embarrassment at the time; if I had backed away, it would have looked worse.
??? I asked her if her cold was better. Ting said, "A little better," and asked if I had eaten. I said, "

Yes, I also asked her if she had taken her medicine. I urged her to go to bed and rest. A quick glance revealed

a white bra draped over her headboard. She wasn't wearing one.
I said, "Let me touch your head to see if you're hot." Ting said, "No, I'm not." Out of concern, I reached out and

touched her forehead. It was a bit like a big bad wolf caring for a little white rabbit. Ting didn't say anything or move. My hand didn't feel

very hot, so my hand naturally landed on her shoulder.
Ting grabbed my hand, blushed, and said softly with a complicated look, "No." I

immediately understood what she meant—was she worried about something?
Was she afraid I would sleep with her? Actually, when I touched her head, I was intentionally testing her reaction, and there was also an element

of seduction or enticement. Seeing her unwillingness, I didn't say anything and left.
A day later, I was invited out by friends. I told Ting, "I'll be back late, you should rest early." Ting agreed

.
We had a late lunch, and after playing with friends for a while, I came back. Ting said she hadn't eaten and asked if I wanted to eat something else
. She said, "Would you like to have a drink with me?" "You don't usually drink?" I didn't understand why. I was
a little curious. There weren't many people in the shop, just the two of us. We prepared some food, and Ting wanted to drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), so I poured her

a glass. Ting drank it in one gulp, and I sensed something was wrong. Ting glanced at me and said, "I've thought it through. I'll

give you everything." "I immediately understood what she meant. I remained calm, needing to confirm her words.
I didn't say anything, just gave her a meaningful look. After a while, I got up to get the wine. As we walked towards each other

, this girl suddenly threw herself into my arms. I didn't know whether to push her away or hug her. Just then, the clock struck

11. At that moment, Ting, slightly drunk, called out in a dreamy voice, 'Viagra—

' in my arms.
Damn, my name ends with 'Wei,' and when she called me that, the meaning became complicated. Those who knew would understand she was calling me,

but those who didn't might think she was selling the imported American sex drug Viagra.
Ting's face was burning hot. She pressed her face against mine and kissed my cheek. Her actions ignited

my desire…
" Without a word, I picked up Ting's limp body and carried her into her room. I placed the girl's body on the bed.

Ting's eyes were languid and seductive. Under her thin, grey-white high-necked cashmere sweater, her breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing.

Under her black skirt, her legs, encased in brown leggings, were spread wide in a V-shape.

One of her long leather boots had somehow fallen off the bed.
She wore flesh-colored stockings, and I could vaguely see her small feet with red toenails. I

pressed myself between Ting's legs and leaned down to kiss her full, sensual lips. Ting didn't react, so I untied her

red decorative belt. The room was filled with desire.

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