From classmate to bedmate

She transferred to our class during her junior year of college, and we became deskmates. As for her appearance, she wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was tall and slender. Her face resembled Zhou Xun a bit, but without Zhou Xun's charm and cuteness; it also resembled Yang Lan a bit, but without Yang Lan's intellect and temperament.

We quickly became inseparable best friends. In our senior year, she applied to a graduate program at a university in Beijing, and naturally, I became her study companion in the library. Our daily comings and goings led many to believe we were a couple, but she always just laughed it off. I had no romantic feelings for her whatsoever, only a pure platonic friendship.

One time, she rushed into our dorm, grabbed me, and started to pull me out. I asked her what she was doing, but she didn't answer. She dragged me to the library entrance, where a charming gentleman holding flowers stood before me. She said to him, "I've told you so many times, this is my boyfriend. Now you should give up." Later I found out that the man with the flowers was her high school classmate, who had been pursuing her for three years. I had become her shield. Before I knew it, we

graduated from university. At our parting, we hugged and cried, getting completely drunk. The next day, we went our separate ways. She didn't get into graduate school and stayed in Shandong for a company, while I went to a city in southern China to seek my fortune, and I lost touch with her.

Life was tough. After changing jobs twice, I came to Shanghai in 2006 to look for work. I remember that day I had an interview at a company in the Minhang Development Zone. While waiting in the company's conference room, a familiar figure came into view. Yes, it was her! It turned out she had also resigned and come to Shanghai to look for work. Unfortunately, we had interviewed on the same day, at the same company. I joked, "Great, now I have a buddy to lose my job with." The final interview result required choosing between her and me. As expected, we smiled at each other and went straight to a restaurant for a big meal. Even if I'm unemployed for life, I can't compete with my buddy for a job.

From then on, we went to the job market together every day, encouraging each other. A week later, we both found jobs. Some relationships in this world are incredibly coincidental, yet also incredibly regrettable. We remained pure, close friends.

Six months later, I got a girlfriend, and she got her own partner. We gradually lost touch, only occasionally exchanging text messages or QQ messages. Then came 2008. I was going back to my hometown to get married and might never work in Shanghai again. Upon hearing this news, she called and asked me to take a day off so we could have a serious talk. My girlfriend was still resentful about our past relationship, and she would throw a tantrum if I met her on the weekend. Luckily

, my girlfriend was going on a business trip to Fujian on Thursday, so I chose that day to take the day off. At this time, she had found a boyfriend, a divorced man from Shanghai, whose family was relatively well-off. She chose the Minhang Development Zone as our meeting place, the same place where we had met by chance in Shanghai in 2006.

She said, "Do you know why I chose this place? Because this is where a new life begins." That day, we talked for a very long time in a private room at Shangdao Coffee. It was on that day that I learned many things I didn't know before.

(omitted...) We drank quite a bit that day, but we were both immersed in the past, those carefree days, talking until the coffee shop closed. After leaving Shangdao Coffee, we agreed to find another place to continue our conversation and made a bet to see who could stay awake until dawn the next day. The Motel 168 next door became our next meeting place.

However, I couldn't hold my liquor, and as soon as I got to the hotel bed, I drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, I felt a fragrant aroma, and smooth, delicate skin slowly slid down my face.

My best friend, completely naked, was lying on top of me, and I had already sobered up considerably. Her hands swiftly moved to my lips, pressing them against mine before I could speak. She whispered in my ear, "Let me be your woman this once. I don't want to give my virginity to a Shanghai man." I was shocked. After all these years, my deskmate was still a virgin. I tried to control myself, but my body wouldn't obey me; I couldn't control myself and could only follow her lead.

"You are the man I love most, so you should be my first man." Her gentle voice reached my ears through her fragrant lips. These words completely overwhelmed me, and we passionately fought together.

That day, we made love three times, until 11 a.m., without ever climaxing, completely honest with each other. Before parting, she said, "I'll stay in Shanghai from now on. You go back to Shandong and develop your career well!" "Forget about this relationship, forget about this passion. Let's all live our own lives from now on." But how could I forget?

This is a rewritten post. The content of these posts has appeared in my dreams more than once. When I'm sleeping with a woman in my arms, I dream of someone else. And that person in my dream is definitely also holding another man. Will I be in her dreams?

My relationship with her wasn't the kind of sordid, shameful affair that outsiders would consider. I'd repeatedly asked her if we should continue, but she seemed more open-minded than I was. Sometimes men are more cowardly than women. "Humans are just animals, albeit higher animals!" That's a phrase she often said.

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