[My Relationship with a Female Newspaper Editor]

That was during my senior year of college .

I was about to graduate and had nothing to do all day, spending my free time online. I never played online games, and I couldn't understand why so many people were interested in those pointless PvP actions. So I usually just browsed military news, or went to Tianya (a Chinese online forum), and chatted with a few girls.

Anyway

, that day, as usual, I was browsing websites, looking for girls with similar interests. After exchanging greetings with many, I finally got a reply. So I started chatting with her. I forget what we talked about, but I remember learning that she was exactly 30 years old, divorced, had no children, and worked as an editor at a certain newspaper. We exchanged phone numbers without hesitation. We chatted until after 10 pm, when the internet cafe was about to start its all-night session. So I told her,

"

Honey, I have to log off. The internet cafe will be closing soon, and I haven't had dinner yet (it's true, we started chatting this afternoon, and I was afraid I wouldn't have another chance if I left, so I refrained from eating). I need to grab something to eat before the dorm closes." I knew the newspaper office and my school were on the same street, only two or three stops apart. She was using the internet at her workplace, so at the end, I jokingly asked, "Aren't you afraid to walk home alone at night? How about I take you home?" Unexpectedly, she said, "Sure, just wait for me in front of your school gate, I'll call you when I get there." My heart skipped a beat, and I was secretly delighted. I quickly paid the bill and ran to the bus stop near the school gate (the buses had already stopped running, but I thought it would be more convenient to wait there). I thought she would arrive before me by taxi, but I arrived first instead, and the waiting felt like an eternity.

Just as I was getting anxious, I suddenly felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly took it out, and sure enough, it was her. Just as I was about to ask her where she was, the phone suddenly went dead. I heard a sweet voice calling from afar: "XX, over here! I'm here!" She had already seen me, waving and calling out while holding her phone. I quickly ran over, but when we got there, we were both at a loss for words, a little awkward. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "XX, let's go get something to eat first, I'll take you home later." Although we called each other "baby" so affectionately online, I couldn't bring myself to say it now, so I just called her by her name. She said, "Let's eat at my place, eating out isn't hygienic.

"

When we got to her house, she brought me some food. It was cold, but because it was summer and she'd just made it that afternoon, it tasted quite good. Since she was watching me eat, I felt bad about lingering, so I quickly ate a few bites and put down my chopsticks. After finishing, I was trying to think of an excuse to stay. Before I could even speak, she said confidently, "Go take a shower. I just showered this afternoon. Take your clothes off outside, and I'll get you a change.

" She then went into another room.

I stripped down to my underwear and went into the bathroom. It was my first time there, and I was a little embarrassed to be completely naked. After less than ten minutes, I put my underwear back on and shouted that I was done. She opened the bathroom door, looked at my lower body, and said, "Why are you wearing dirty clothes again? You just came in and you're already done? Are you sure you're clean?

" Then she started taking off my underwear so I could wash it again.

This time, she didn't leave. She took the showerhead and gently and carefully sprayed water on me. To be honest, at that moment, I was truly moved. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I knew I couldn't. Even if I truly loved her, this would only frighten her. I didn't want my beloved woman to be afraid. I stood there motionless as she held the showerhead in one hand and gently washed me with the other. As her warm fingers glided over my body, I felt a jolt of electricity. ...She squatted on the floor, still wearing her work suit, and to avoid splashing water on her clothes, she kept a distance from me, leaning forward as much as possible. I could no longer suppress the love in my heart and gently stroked her hair. Perhaps, at that moment, a tender feeling was also welling up in her heart. Finally,

she

finished washing. She put on a pair of women's high-heeled sandals and couldn't wait to run to bed. Hehe, don't laugh at me, I wasn't impatient, but those shoes were really uncomfortable—too small, making me limp. I watched TV in bed while she cleaned the bathroom, wiping every drop of water off the floor before coming out. It was clear she was a woman with good taste, from her hairstyle and clothing to her attitude towards housework, and her caring and considerate kindness. I really don't understand her husband; why would he divorce her when she's such a good woman? To paraphrase Forrest Gump, "Are you crazy, or just plain stupid?" 　　Watching her bustling about, for a moment, I truly believed I was her husband, and she was the lady of the house (which was actually true, haha). At that time, I thought, if she said she wanted to marry me now, I would definitely marry her.

As she 　　was hanging a wrung-out towel on a clothes hanger, I jumped off the bed and gently hugged her from behind. We hugged quietly for a few minutes, feeling each other's heartbeats and body heat (I forgot to mention her house; it's a one-bedroom, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment, no living room. I really loved how she decorated it; the furniture was simple, yet it felt very warm). She turned around, and we kissed sweetly. My little brother stood erect again, pressing against her soft, fragrant buttocks through her clothes. Her waist wasn't the slender, slender type, but at that moment, in my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 　　Then, we lay in bed chatting … 　　That night, we didn't sleep a wink. When we got tired, we talked, chatted, and then did it again. I can't remember how many times we did it; I just couldn't bear to leave her body. It wasn't until after 5 a.m. that I suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness wash over me. However, I still insisted on leaving her house and going back to my dorm at school. At 5 a.m., no one in the neighborhood was up yet, and I didn't want people to gossip about her. She insisted on seeing me to the door, and in that instant, I could see the smile in her eyes—a look of gratitude and approval. She 　　was my second woman, and I felt guilty for not saving my virginity for her, because I realized I had truly fallen in love with her, perhaps starting from that moment when she casually rinsed my face. Of course, there were other things that attracted me to her, such as her beauty, her temperament, and the talent that couldn't be hidden beneath her calm exterior. Later, we talked on the phone a few more times, and I could hear the care and affection in her voice. That night, we both gained a profound love. I once told her that if she wished, I would stay, stay in the seaside town where I spent four years of university life. But, even the most sacred things have moments of hesitation in the face of worldly concerns. In the end, I chose to leave, to go far away alone.

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