Love in the Land of Maple Leaves

Chapter 1: First Arrival in North America
July 2005. Fresh out of the Biology Department of Zhejiang University, I crossed the ocean to
Canada, the other side of the world, to begin my studies as an international student. My school was the University of Alberta in Edmonton.
Although little known in China, it was a top-ranked university in Canada, especially
strong in biological sciences. I was admitted to the university for my master's degree. Arriving in a foreign land, I was unfamiliar with everything. Fortunately, a friend
helped me arrange accommodation. The place wasn't far from the university, a twenty-minute walk or a five-minute bus ride.
The landlord was a Hong Kong man surnamed Wu, in his forties, short and stocky, and unremarkable in appearance. His wife, on the other hand, was young
and beautiful, no more than thirty, with long, flowing hair, dressed flamboyantly, and in high heels, she was half a head taller than the landlord
. We chatted, and I learned she was from Hunan, named Bai Jing. She had met the landlord two years prior through an introduction, "fell in love at first sight,
" and had come to live with me. The landlord and his wife lived upstairs; downstairs was a semi-basement, which
the landlord had divided into three bedrooms, rented to three people. Besides me, the other two tenants were also from mainland China: one
was Xia Bin, a handsome Beijing native studying electrical engineering; the other was a postdoctoral researcher in computer science
, surnamed Jiang, a workaholic who was always out early and back late, rarely home even on holidays; we often went three days
without exchanging a single word.
Having a place to stay made me feel much more at ease. After a few days of rest and adjusting to the time difference,
I learned a lot about the local customs and culture from Xia Bin. To my surprise, I assumed Xia Bin, being an undergraduate,
would be younger than me, but he was actually five years older and had chosen to pursue further studies after immigrating and not finding suitable work
. Two more days passed, and feeling everything was settled, I went to the university to register.
North American university campuses are very different from those in China. The most significant difference is that North American campuses are open
, without walls separating them. Besides the school buildings, the campus is filled with vast green lawns and towering ancient trees,
creating an elegant and tranquil environment. I found my department office, where a secretary greeted me. Because
I had made an appointment beforehand, the secretary had prepared all the necessary materials—forms to fill out, signatures, and so on—
a whole pile of stuff. After I filled out everything I could, the secretary led me to my advisor. In Canadian universities,
biology graduate students are assigned an advisor after being admitted. This advisor provides a scholarship,
a research topic, and I conduct experiments in their lab. If the research is successful,
I can write a thesis, publish it in an academic journal, and graduate. Therefore, advisors have considerable power; in
a sense, the relationship between advisor and student is like that of employer and employee, which is why we often call advisors "boss."
After a few twists and turns, the secretary led me to my advisor's office, where he greeted me very warmly. My advisor
was a tall man, over fifty years old, with gray hair and a strong European accent. I struggled to understand
his English, but thankfully I could guess most of it. My supervisor briefly introduced the lab's situation
and my research topic. I then learned that his lab had undergone a major reshuffle this year; a master's student and a doctoral
student had graduated, and two postdoctoral fellows had completed their work and moved elsewhere. A technician
was diagnosed with breast cancer at the beginning of the year and is now on sick leave. Only one technician remains in the lab, over sixty years old,
who plans to retire next year. Therefore, the supervisor is now actively recruiting. Although I'm new, I've become
a "veteran" in the lab.
All courses don't start until September, so July and August are relatively relaxed. I'm making the most of this time,
firstly by practicing my English, and secondly by learning experimental techniques. Life is hectic, but I'm learning a lot and progressing
very quickly.
Chapter Two: The Night of Losing My
Virginity One day in late August, I was preparing reagents in the lab when my boss entered, followed by a Chinese woman
. She wasn't particularly beautiful; her eyes were small, and her lips were slightly turned outwards. However, she was tall and slender, with flowing hair and
a high, full bust, exuding the allure of a mature woman. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart.
"Kevin, let me introduce you. This is Laura. She just arrived from China and will be studying for her doctorate under me
,"
my boss said in heavily accented English. "Kevin" was my English name, and Laura
naturally referred to the woman before me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you!" she said generously, extending her hand to shake mine.
"It's my pleasure!" My gaze unconsciously lingered on her chest, and my behavior became somewhat awkward.
My boss spoke to her for a few more minutes, then handed her over to me, asking me to show her around the campus so we
could have a chance to chat in Chinese.
"Hello, my name is Ge Chunlei," she reintroduced herself.
“My name is Chen Kangfan.” I was still a little reserved.
“How long have you been in Canada?” she asked.
“Less than two months.”
We walked side by side, a gentle breeze carrying a faint fragrance from her long hair that made me
uneasy. We maintained this back-and-forth exchange, the conversation feeling somewhat stiff.
“You don’t seem like someone who works in biology!” she suddenly said.
I looked up and saw her looking me up and down, her eyes sparkling.
“Yeah, a lot of people say that.” I smiled.
Indeed, this wasn’t the first time I’d heard someone say that. Back at Zhejiang University, most of the boys in my class
were “bean sprouts,” usually wearing thick glasses, carrying books under their thin arms, and
hurrying around campus with their heads down. As for me, while I wouldn’t call myself handsome, I was very muscular. I was 1.8 meters tall, with
broad shoulders, a thick chest, and biceps that were clearly visible when I bent my arms. From any angle, I
was a very strong and fit boy. I owe my physique to a high school classmate who said
something along those lines: "Looks are a gift from your parents, but strength comes from your own hard work." I thought that made perfect sense,
so starting in high school, I've consistently exercised every day, doing endurance and strength training. After more than six years, I
've achieved quite a bit. While I can't compare to those muscular men on TV, I'm still quite noticeable among ordinary people
.
Gradually, I became less reserved. As long as I didn't focus on her chest, I relaxed
. We started chatting little by little. Ge Chunlei was five years older than me, from Shandong, and had been married for four years. More than three years ago, her husband
went to Tsinghua University to study for his MBA, and she followed him to Beijing to pursue her master's degree at the Institute of Biochemistry, Chinese Academy of Sciences. After graduating, she and her husband
discussed it and decided to go abroad to Canada. However, immigration was too slow, so she applied to Canadian universities to obtain a student
visa and then arranged for her husband to accompany her. Once they were both there, applying for immigration in Canada would be much faster.
I briefly introduced her to life there and learned that she also rented an apartment near the university,
only a ten-minute walk from where I lived. We chatted for about half an hour, and I showed her around, and that concluded our meeting
.
Soon it was September, and the heavy workload began to overwhelm me. The format of graduate programs in North America
was very different from that in China, and I was initially very unaccustomed to it. Ge Chunlei was more comfortable than me. Her supervisor, seeing her English wasn't good enough,
told her not to take any courses in the first semester until she improved her English. Time passed by in a flurry of activity
. In mid-September, a South African postdoc arrived at the lab. He had gray hair, a small mustache, and
always greeted people with a smile. However, because of his heavy English accent, communication was difficult, and we tried to avoid
talking to him, as his garlic breath was truly unpleasant. But I shared an office with him (Ge
Chunlei and the older technician shared another), so sometimes I had to put up with it.
One evening in late October, I was at home preparing a midterm assignment when the phone rang. Answering
, I heard Ge Chunlei crying on the other end: "Kevin, my husband's visa was rejected!
What should I do?!"
"Don't panic, tell me slowly, what happened?"
she cried as she explained the situation. It turned out her husband had applied for a dependent visa, but they said he had
immigration intentions and rejected him. Seeing that she was quite emotional, I asked, "Should I come over so
we can take a closer look at what to do?"
"Sure, thank you!"
Ten minutes later, I arrived at Ge Chunlei's house. She had rented a one-bedroom apartment because her husband was coming.
She opened the door for me with red, tear-filled eyes. I went inside and sat on the sofa. She sat down beside me and
started crying again. I quickly comforted her, saying many comforting words, telling her it was okay and that she
would definitely succeed if she applied for the visa again. She had a laptop, but it didn't have high-speed internet. She could only use
the free dial-up service provided by the school, the kind with a 56k modem. But slower was better than nothing.
I connected to the internet and started researching. After nearly an hour, I finally found out. It turned out her
husband hadn't submitted information about his assets in China. In cases like this, the Canadian consulate always
treats it as an indication of immigration intent. Knowing what had happened and that her husband's visa should be fine as long as the documents were prepared,
Ge Chunlei calmed down.
"Okay, I should go too!" I straightened up, stretched, and put my left hand on her back. Unexpectedly,
she leaned into my arms. "Thank you, Kang Fan!" She pressed her head against my broad chest.
I was so startled I didn't dare move. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a pitiful allure, and said, "Will you stay with
me tonight?"
My head went blank, and my heart suddenly raced. Before I could react, her
lips were already sealed mine. I responded to her kiss haphazardly, my mind flashing back to the past.
I'm 23 years old this year, but still a virgin. Given my looks, this is unimaginable. Although I'm
not handsome, I'm tall and strong, the kind of person who attracts girls' attention on the street. My
penis, while not as large as those of the male leads in foreign porn films, is, based on my observations in the men's bathrooms at Zhejiang University over the past four years,
very few can match it. So it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I haven't had the opportunity. In high school, I had the desire
but not the courage. After entering Zhejiang University, the first two years were suffocating under the heavy workload. In my third year, I got a girlfriend,
a classmate. But she was very conservative, and we only ever held hands and put our arms around each other's shoulders. It wasn't until
the second semester of our fourth year that she allowed me to put my arm around her waist.
We didn't have our first kiss until the day she received her acceptance letter from Cornell University. But our happiness was short-lived; I soon received a rejection letter from Cornell. Because she was determined
to go to Cornell, our relationship had to end. Although I've never thought about what my first time
would be like, to be with this average-looking but stunningly beautiful married woman today is something
I never dreamed of.
Lost in thought, Ge Chunlei's tongue had already entered my mouth. Oh my god! It was a wet kiss! I completely
melted under her tongue, and with her breasts pressing against me, I felt an unbearable swelling in my lower abdomen.
Tonight is my night of breaking free! I ignored everything else, grabbed her and kissed her passionately, then undressed her
.
I pulled off her casual clothes, revealing her beautiful body. At 28, she was truly
at the peak of her womanly maturity and allure. Her skin was fair and smooth. Her figure was full but not bulky,
perfectly proportioned. She wore a white, front-opening bra, her two high, firm breasts filling the cups
to the brim, creating a captivating cleavage. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, with a little extra fat around her waist. It seemed she didn't
exercise much; it's difficult for women her age to maintain a completely flat stomach. She wore white panties,
her buttocks round and firm to the touch. After undressing her, she wasn't bothered by my gaze at all, instead
boldly reaching out to unbutton my shirt, then my jeans and t-shirt. I was left only in shorts, my penis
bulging inside, like a tent. She smiled, admiring my muscular physique, and
stroked my penis through my pants. I was burning with desire, and in a flash, I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.
I placed her on the bed and pounced on her, showering her with kisses. Then I sat up, loosened her bra, and for the first
time, intimately experienced a woman's breasts. There was only a small bedside lamp in the room, its light dim, but at that moment,
it perfectly set the atmosphere. I breathed heavily, gazing at her proud breasts. I...
Her breasts were quite well-proportioned; I'd guess they were a 36D. The nipples and areolas were pink
.
I touched them. Ah! The feel! So soft and elastic—no wonder women's breasts are so
attractive to men! I bent down and began licking her nipples. She reacted enthusiastically, moaning softly.
These moans only fueled my arousal. After licking for a few more minutes, I released her nipples, got up, took off my shorts,
and then went to take off her panties. She cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to remove them. Her pubic hair was thick,
completely covering her triangle. The light was dim, and I couldn't see her genitals clearly. But based on my
experience watching porn, I groped around, touching her labia and clitoris. Although my fingers were clumsy, it was effective
; soon my fingers felt increasingly wet and slippery—her vaginal fluid was beginning to overflow. I could
n't wait any longer, climbed on top of her, and began pressing my penis against her vulva. My penis rubbed against the vulva a few times; it was slippery,
but because of the pubic hair, the friction on the glans wasn't very comfortable. I started to reduce the range of motion. Ge Chunlei
noticed, and then she started to move. Suddenly, I felt a heat on the glans, as if my penis was being enveloped by something
. Had it entered my vagina? I looked down to see, but couldn't see clearly. So I looked up and stared
at Ge Chunlei.
"Move!?" Ge Chunlei looked at me strangely.
Now I was sure it was inside, and in my excitement, I started to thrust vigorously. As a result, I used too much force, and on the
second thrust, it came out of my vagina. I frantically tried to put my penis back in, but couldn't find it at all, and was
extremely embarrassed. Ge Chunlei saw my embarrassment, reached out and held my penis, inserting it into her opening. "Gently
, slowly," she instructed. I took a deep breath and then started moving rhythmically.
Ge Chunlei seemed to be enjoying it, and soon she started moaning "Ah, ah." I felt like I was in paradise. I never
imagined sex could be so pleasurable, much better than masturbation. No wonder heroes have always found it hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman! I maintained
a steady rhythm, and after a while, I felt my glans getting increasingly stimulated, and the base of my penis tightening. It felt
like I was about to ejaculate! I quickly stopped and took a deep breath. She could tell I was about to give up and quickly said, "Be careful to pull out before you
ejaculate, don't ejaculate inside!"
I nodded to indicate that I understood. When the feeling subsided, I continued my assault. This time, I lasted
even less. Only a little over two minutes, and the feeling returned. This time, I pulled out my penis, lay on top of her, and
adjusted my breathing. When the feeling subsided again, I held my penis and pushed it back in. "Don't hold back this time, just ejaculate
! But be sure to pull out in time!" Ge Chunlei said. I relaxed and went back in, thrusting wildly.
But after just over a minute, the feeling of ejaculation returned. This time I couldn't hold back. I quickened my pace and thrust a dozen times, then
abruptly pulled out my penis, slapped it twice with my hand, and gushed out hot semen. The furthest spray landed on her breasts,
the rest scattered on her lower abdomen and pubic hair. I thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculation, and Ge Chunlei continued to moan,
matching my climax…
The storm subsided. We lay naked on the bed, Ge Chunlei nestled in my arms, stroking my firm
pectoral muscles. Suddenly, she smiled and asked, "You seem a bit inexperienced?"
I stammered for a while, then finally mustered the courage to say, "I—I'm—this is my first time."
She looked at me with sudden realization, then smiled and touched my face: "No wonder!"
Then, before I could react, she leaned down and took my penis into her mouth.
I was stunned by this sudden action, my body trembling violently. My God! I never imagined that this night would
not only be my first time having sex with a woman, but also my first time experiencing blowjob. I'd only ever seen it in porn before, and
from online comments, I knew blowjobs were amazing, but I never imagined I'd experience it firsthand! So, I relaxed my muscles
, half-lying back on the bed, and began to savor this unparalleled pleasure. Although I'd just finished a major battle, perhaps
because it was my first time experiencing forbidden fruit and I was still craving more, my penis quickly became erect. I'd tried masturbating twice before
, but the second time it always took a while to get hard; this time, it was instantaneous. I watched her
rise and fall against my lower body, her large breasts sometimes rubbing her nipples against my thighs. I felt a tingling
, numb sensation, completely disoriented. Ge Chunlei not only used her mouth but also constantly licked my glans with her tongue. Every now and then,
she'd thrust deep into the base of my penis, burying it entirely in her mouth. I could even feel it hitting her throat. She
was going faster and faster, more and more intense, and I felt increasingly unable to resist. Finally, just before ejaculating, the last vestige of
clarity in my mind made me want to remind her. So I yelled, "It's coming!"
Unexpectedly, she didn't care at all and continued to suck on my penis. I finally reached my climax, my lower abdomen tightened, and my semen
gushed out. Ge Chunlei let the semen overflow in her mouth, continuing to massage my glans with her tongue, stimulating me
to the point of moaning. After a while, when the last twitch of my penis stopped, I heard her make a sound in her throat,
swallowing with a "gulp," before releasing my penis, tilting her head back and smiling at me. She playfully opened her mouth and stuck
out her tongue, indicating that she had swallowed the semen. I was mesmerized, staring blankly at her, not knowing what to say
. She stood up easily, took a napkin to wipe her mouth, leaned over and asked me a question,
saying in a low voice, "This is compensation for you giving me your virginity. Although I also give my husband oral sex,
today is the first time I've tasted a man's semen, so aren't we even?" She smiled faintly, exuding endless charm.
I stared at her body, seemingly hearing nothing.
Chapter Three: The Landlady.
Edmonton winters are very harsh. Temperatures consistently hover between -10 and -20 degrees Celsius, dropping to
-30 degrees Celsius when it snows. Fortunately, the houses are heated, so it's not cold inside. Ge Chunlei's husband finally got his visa and
came to reunite with her before Christmas. That night between us became a secret between us.
The first two days in the lab were a bit awkward, but after a few days, we were laughing and joking as if nothing had happened
.
In January 2006, the new semester began. Although there were still a few courses to take, after
the trials of the previous semester, this semester wasn't as difficult. Under the guise of attending classes, I wasn't in a hurry to work on my advisor's research project.
I still had plenty of free time in the evenings. I bought a laptop with the money I'd saved over the past six months, and I spent my evenings surfing the internet,
playing games, and posting on the adult forum. Sometimes I'd chat with Xia Bin; life was quite pleasant.
A new student joined the lab, named Carolyn, a Canadian from Ontario pursuing
her master's degree.
She was rather short, probably only 1.6 meters, but quite cute. She had an oval face, thin eyebrows, big eyes, blonde hair tied in a
ponytail, a full figure, thick arms and legs, and skin tanned slightly by the sun—clearly someone who loved sports. Later, I learned she was a hockey player and had even been selected for the Canadian 　　National Olympic Team
in 2004. One of the reasons she came here to study was that she was hired as 　　an assistant coach for the hockey team at the University of Alberta. Canadian universities are truly places where hidden talents abound! 　　In early March, the weather was still very cold, which was quite unusual for someone from the south like me. One afternoon, 　　class ended early, and there wasn't much to do in the lab. Looking at the time, it was almost 3 PM, so I decided to go home early, 　　maybe even take a nap. 　　My basement apartment and the landlord's apartment upstairs have separate entrances, so I rarely see the landlord, 　　only exchanging a few words at the end of the month when I pay rent. The landlady sometimes comes down to do laundry (because the washing machine is 　　downstairs), so I see her a few more times. But every time I see her, she's only wearing a lace-trimmed slip 　　dress, sometimes with a bra, sometimes not, her small breasts heaving there, making my teeth itch. Several times 　　when I masturbate, I've fantasized about her. The landlady doesn't work; I wonder 　　what she's doing at home now. Lost in thought, I reached my front door, took out my key, and went inside. 　　Looking at the shoes on the floor, I saw Xia Bin was home! Shouldn't he be in class all day? Great! Since he's home, 　　I'll get him to go online and play Warcraft with me! I took off my shoes and rushed to his room, knocked, and 　　turned the doorknob to enter. We were quite familiar with each other, and this was how we usually acted. 　　But the scene inside stunned me: Xia Bin and his landlady, Bai Jing, were naked in bed, Bai Jing 　　being ravaged by Xia Bin. They were also startled by my sudden entrance, staring at me blankly. The air 　　seemed to freeze for a moment. After a few seconds, I snapped out of it, quickly closed the door, went back to my room, 　　grabbed the water from the glass on the table, and gulped it down, my heart pounding. I really hadn't expected this! Xia Bin and I 　　had mentioned his landlady more than once during our conversations. We both agreed that she was a stunner. Xia Bin especially mentioned 　　that Bai Jing was incredibly seductive, and that with just a little effort, she would definitely fall for him. I had thought he was just joking, 　　but it turned out he was serious. I felt a little annoyed with him: he had such a good thing and didn't even remember to include me! 　　Just then, Xia Bin appeared at my door, shirtless and wearing only shorts. Our eyes met, and he looked a little 　　embarrassed, blushing as he said, "Hey buddy, back early today?" 　　"Likewise," I replied curtly. 　　His face turned even redder, and after a few seconds of silence, he looked up and said, "What happened today—what you saw—can you please 　　not tell anyone?" 　　"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. But you have to tell the truth, when did you two start?" 　　"Two months ago. —The week the landlord went to America on a business trip—we—we started." 　　"I'm asking you: aren't we good buddies?" 　　"Yes," he said in a low voice. 　　"Then why did you keep it from me, why didn't you let me know?" 　　Xia Bin was a smart man; hearing this, he understood that I was blaming him for not sharing the spoils with me. He hesitated 　　for a moment, then said, "Buddy, of course we share the good times. Would I hide it from you? But this 　　involves other people, doesn't it? She's a girl, after all. The fewer people who know about this, the better, right? But 　　you're not an outsider, we all know each other. I'll go ask her and see what she thinks, okay?" With that, 　　he turned and went back to his room. 　　It seemed he was going to discuss it with Bai Jing. I foresaw what the outcome would be: First, 　　it wouldn't matter to Xia Bin, since she wasn't his wife; second, since Bai Jing was a vixen, 　　it didn't matter if several men were interested in her; third, dragging me in was the best way to shut me up. Sure enough, a moment later, Xia Bin returned 　　, smiling, "The landlady invites you over." I smiled knowingly, stood up casually, and followed him 　　back into his room. 　　The room was a mess. Bai Jing lay sprawled on the bed, the blanket pulled over her body. There were 　　a few pieces of clothing on the floor, several condoms scattered on the desk, and a pink bra 　　and a pink thong hanging on the back of the chair next to her. When she saw us come in, she pulled the blanket over her chest and sat up, flashing a 　　sweet smile, saying, "Kang Fan, I'm sorry I startled you earlier. Actually, we're both adults, this kind of thing 　　isn't strange, is it? As long as we don't let outsiders know, there's nothing we can't discuss!" 　　I understood, of course, that she meant not letting the landlady know, and readily agreed, "Of course, I 　　've never considered the landlady an outsider. But some things are naturally best left unsaid." 　　Bai Jing smiled, her eyes crinkling, "That's good! Actually, we all come from different parts of the country, 　　it's fate that we've gathered under this roof. Let's be honest with each other and get closer in the future!" 　　I thought to myself: Beautiful lady, you really know how to say sweet things. He went along with it, speaking in a flirtatious tone, "Yes, 　　yes, that's why I'm here to be honest with my landlady!" He then began to pretend to undress. 　　She chuckled, not stopping me, but saying, "Call me Bai Jing, 　　you can call me Jingjing in private. Don't call me landlady anymore." 　　This clearly meant we shouldn't worry about her being a married woman and could eat as much as we wanted. 　　Why should we be polite! I quickly stripped naked, revealing my firm muscles and semi-erect 　　penis. 　　Bai Jing looked at my body with a fascinated expression. Her hand loosened, and the blanket slipped down, revealing 　　her alluring body. Compared to Ge Chunlei, her breasts were much smaller, I estimated at 34B. 　　But a woman's beautiful face can compensate for many things. Beneath her beautiful face, an ordinary...

Their bodies were so alluring.
Xia Bin, sitting next to me, took off his shorts, grabbed a condom from the desk, and put it on. I
followed suit and put one on my own brother. After all, we didn't know much about Bai Jing and Xia Bin; what if they had
some kind of disease? Better safe than sorry. We walked up to her
. She sat on the edge of the bed, her left hand holding Xia Bin's penis, her right hand holding mine, and began to give us oral sex in turns. Getting closer to Bai Jing, she was even more radiant.
Fair and delicate skin, flowing hair, a small mole on the inside of her left breast, like an invitation. Her face
was lightly made up, her long eyelashes curled upwards, and she exuded a subtle fragrance of skincare products. And her oral sex
technique was extraordinary. Even through the condom, I could still feel the intense friction between her tongue and mouth.
Xia Bin, having been interrupted earlier, quickly became aroused. So Bai Jing climbed onto the bed,
supporting herself with her hands and knees, her head facing the headboard, her buttocks sticking up. Xia Bin stood at the foot of the bed, one hand supporting
her buttocks, the other guiding his penis into Bai Jing's vagina from behind. Bai Jing let out a soft cry and
began to sway with Xia Bin's movements.
Of course, I couldn't just stand by and watch. I climbed onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, spreading my legs, displaying my penis
in front of her. She bent down and continued to give me oral sex. Xia Bin seemed to be enjoying her very much; although she was sucking my penis
, she was still occasionally letting out unclear moans. After a few minutes, Xia Bin suddenly sped up his movements, his body
trembling violently, and Bai Jing could no longer hold my penis, so she had to let go. A moment later, Xia Bin shouted, pulled out
his penis, removed the condom, and his semen gushed out like a spring, dripping onto her buttocks. "Ah! Ah! So hot
! So comfortable!" Bai Jing moaned incessantly, matching Xia Bin's orgasm. After ejaculating, Xia Bin slumped to the floor,
drenched in sweat and panting heavily.
It was my turn. I got out of bed and walked to where Xia Bin had been. Bai Jing grabbed a few napkins
, wiped the semen from her buttocks, and tossed them on the floor. I carefully examined Bai Jing's genitals. Ha!
Her genitals were shaved! The front triangle wasn't completely shaved, just trimmed shorter. But
the hair on her labia majora was shaved clean, without a single stubble. Her thick labia majora clasped her pink
labia minora.
Because she had just been penetrated, her labia minora were still open, the small flesh at the vaginal opening trembling, incredibly alluring.
There was a lot of hair above her anus; apparently, that area had too many folds to shave. Alright! Time to have some fun! I grabbed
my penis and inserted it into her hot vagina.
"Ah—ah—so good!" Bai Jing moaned continuously.
Since last time, I'd been reflecting on my experiences and lessons learned. So, a few months later, I was much more in control than before
. More importantly, I wasn't as nervous as the first time. I moved at varying speeds, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, occasionally
circling inside her. Bai Jing was so aroused that her juices flowed freely; you could hear
the splashing sound when my body hit her buttocks.
It was really getting exciting when she suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked, surprised.
"I want to get on top." With that, she sat up and pulled me onto the bed. She mounted me and easily
put my penis back in. Then she began to move up and down violently, making the bed creak
, her breasts swaying with her movements. I was captivated and raised my head to lick her nipples.
"Ah! So good—don't stop—" she exclaimed, even more excited.
I simply used both hands to bring her breasts together and licked them wildly, left and right. Bai Jing's whole
body trembled; she had fallen into a state of wild abandon. Under her rapid movements, I also reached my climax, and the urge to ejaculate
grew stronger. I originally wanted to stop her and then ask to ejaculate on her face, but the situation didn't
allow me to do that. Her vaginal fluids had soaked my pubic hair, and her vagina quietly gripped my penis. I felt
a throbbing in my penis, and my semen gushed out. Of course, it was all contained by the condom. She felt my throbbing and
also reached her climax, throwing her head back and letting out a long howl. Even through the condom, I could feel the heat on my glans; she must have ejaculated as well
.
After a long while, she, limp on top of me, got up, covered in sweat and panting heavily. She leaned over and gave
me a sweet kiss. Then she hugged Xia Bin and said sweetly, "You two are great!"
"I know that," Xia Bin teased. I didn't say anything, playing with Bai Jing's hair, my heart
pounding: I never thought my second time having sex would be a threesome, and my first two sexual experiences were with married women.
Could this really be fate?
Chapter Four: My First Time as a Teaching Assistant
After that incident, as I calmed down, I realized something was amiss. Bai Jing was clearly a promiscuous woman.
This kind of thing was bound to be discovered by the landlord sooner or later. Rather than being kicked out at knifepoint, I decided to
leave first. Not long after, I asked the landlord to let me go. Bai Jing came down to see me several times, reluctant to leave, so
I lied to her, saying I was going back to China for a few months during the summer and couldn't pay the rent for nothing. I gave her a
QQ number I rarely used and promised to contact her later. Xia Bin continued his passionate affair with her, and she was genuinely
attracted to his looks, so she gradually stopped paying attention to me.
April finally arrived, and spring was in full bloom. I rented a room in a three-bedroom apartment near the university.
The other two tenants were also graduate students at the University of Alberta, one of whom, Tao Qi, was also in the biology department;
his lab wasn't far from mine. He had rented the apartment and then sublet it—what we call
a "second landlord" here.
The old technician in the lab is retiring. The boss hired two new technicians, both women. One
is Chinese, named Zhang Mei, middle-aged, slightly plump, and very well-dressed; you could tell she must have been a striking
figure in her youth. The other is Canadian, named Hearter, a recent college graduate,
a year younger than me. She has
short, slightly wavy blonde hair with a headband, and a particularly high nose that gives her a playful look.
Freckles are scattered across her nose and cheeks, but they don't detract from her beauty. She's not tall, but has a good figure, with
curves in all the right places. Unlike some women who have excessively large breasts or hips, making them appear disproportionate, she doesn't have those. With
such a beauty in the lab, along with Carolin and Ge Chunlei, the lab suddenly becomes a haven of springtime charm.
One day in late April, I was working in the lab chatting with Heater when my boss
came in and said, "Kevin, there's another summer course in May and June, it's a lab course. I'll
be in charge this year, and we need a teaching assistant. Are you interested?"
"Sure!" I readily agreed. You see, being a teaching assistant is the easiest way to make money. Not much work,
and $5,000 for one course—why not? Besides, I was confident in my English, and it was just a lab
course; I felt I could handle it.
In early May, I became a teaching assistant for the first time. There were sixteen students in the class, all second-year undergraduates.
The one who caught my attention the most was a Chinese girl named Shen Xiaolan, very pretty and charming. She had long hair
that reached below her waist, fair skin, and a tall figure. Although her bust and hips were on the smaller side, she had the standard
figure of a Chinese woman. Although she wore gold-rimmed glasses, it didn't detract from her beauty; instead, it accentuated
her quiet demeanor. She was usually very quiet, often engrossed in her experiments while others engaged in lively discussions.
I chatted with her privately, and we gradually became acquainted, learning more about her. It turned out she was from Jiangsu
province, two years younger than me, and had originally studied at Suzhou University. Two years ago, she immigrated to Canada with her parents. Because
her English wasn't good, she started from the first year of undergraduate studies. She had no problem with tests or experiments.
Writing papers was also manageable, but she dreaded thesis proposals and oral exams; she couldn't speak properly. No wonder she was
usually so quiet.
Her academic performance wasn't ideal, partly due to the language barrier, but also because less than a year after immigrating,
her mother was diagnosed with severe nephritis, unable to work and requiring indefinite medical treatment. The family relied solely
on her father's income. Her tuition was covered by student loans. So besides studying, she also had to work
to earn her living expenses and do housework and take care of her mother. I never imagined such a frail woman would bear
such a heavy burden; it truly made me feel that fate was unfair.
To make matters worse, the course she chose, besides experiments and lab reports, also had an oral exam at the end,
accounting for 30% of the grade. I felt sorry for her situation, so I tried to help her as much as possible. I gave her extra guidance during experiments,
had her email me her lab reports for revisions before submission, often gave her extra help, and sometimes allowed her to
go home early before finishing her experiments. She was quite grateful for my care.
One noon in late June, I was sitting in my office grading lab reports. The next afternoon was the students
' final oral exam. I had just received the topics assigned by the professors via email that morning, and after a quick look, I saw
some easy and some difficult. Most people should have no problem, but what about Shen Xiaolan? I was a little worried for her.
"Knock knock," someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw Shen Xiaolan. I let her in, asking with concern
, "How's your review going? Is there anything you want to ask me?"
She glanced around the office and asked, "Are you alone?"
"Yes, just me. There was supposed to be a South African postdoctoral researcher there, but he went to a conference in San Diego this week. Don't be
shy." I pulled up a chair for her.
She was wearing a light yellow dress, and without her glasses, she looked even more delicate and pretty. She sat down,
put her bag on her lap, lowered her head, and remained silent.
"What's wrong? Is there something you need?" I tilted my head, trying to see her expression.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up and said in a voice as sweet as a nightingale's, "Kevin, I want
to ask you for a favor."
"Uh, no problem, as long as it's within my power, I'll definitely help you! Tell me, what do you need my help with?"
"Could you—tell—me—the—oral—exam—topic?" she said, her voice
choked with emotion. My head suddenly felt like it had doubled in size. Good heavens! If the school finds out I leaked the exam questions,
I'll be kicked out immediately. And no school will accept me; I'll have to go back home and
become a "sea turtle" (a term for someone who returns from overseas studies but studies abroad). Everyone else who returns from overseas studies does so with great fanfare, but if I go back without even a master's degree, I'll be utterly humiliated.
How will I explain it to my parents? No, the risk is too great! I absolutely cannot agree. Having made up my mind,
I took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed, saying, "Well—I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
I can only get the exam questions before tomorrow's oral exam; they're still with the professor!"
"You're lying to me!" she stared at me, certain.
"I'm not!" My gaze involuntarily shifted away.
"You didn't answer immediately after I made my request, and you avoided looking at me when you said those things just now. And you still say you're not
lying to me?" She suddenly became aggressive.
I was a little embarrassed and angry, and said angrily, "Okay! I do have the test questions, but I can't give them to you! Do you know
what the consequences are if others find out? I can help you with things you don't understand, but I absolutely
cannot cheat like this!"
"Only the two of us know about this, how could others possibly know?!"
"How could they not know!" I stood up abruptly, "Tomorrow when you go for the oral exam,
you'll answer all the professor's questions fluently, completely different from your usual self, and people will definitely be suspicious. The students all see us
together often, so naturally they'll think of what's going on!"
"During the oral exam, I'll definitely pretend that I've never heard these questions before, and I guarantee I'll answer them fluently, isn't that
enough?" She looked up at me.
"No means no!" I raised my voice, "In the end, what good would it do me to do this?!" As soon as the words left
my mouth, I regretted them. This was clearly an attempt to negotiate with her, but I didn't actually
mean it that way at all. She was speechless for a moment, remained silent for a long time, her face flushed, and suddenly stood up abruptly. I thought
she was going to storm out. Unexpectedly, she put her schoolbag on the ground, then turned around, reached behind her neck
, and unzipped her dress. With a jerk of her shoulders, the dress slipped down to her lower body. She stepped out from under the dress,
picked it up, and placed it on a chair. Her waist-length hair covered most of her body, but
her flawless white skin peeked out from the gaps. She was wearing a flesh-colored bra and matching lace-trimmed panties
. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, "Because of the language barrier..."
"Sister, my grades have always been bad. Thanks to your help this time, I finally have a chance to get an A in this course. —I'm
terrified of messing up the final oral exam—I haven't been sleeping well these past two days. Could you—help me this last time,
please? I'm begging you. My health…it's up to you…of course, if you absolutely refuse to give me the exam questions—I
won't blame you. Consider it my way of thanking you—for your help and care over the past two months."
This series of actions and words caught me off guard, leaving me at a loss, unsure of what to do. People are sometimes
so strange: when they have nothing to do, they want to possess every beautiful woman they see, but when it comes down to it
, they often back down. Seeing her pitiful appearance, my heart softened instantly. I rushed
to the computer, printed out the oral exam questions as quickly as possible, folded them, grabbed her dress from the chair, stuffed the exam questions and
the dress into her arms, then turned around and said, "You haven't come to see me, and you've never seen
these exam questions before." "Hurry up and get dressed! It'll be bad if someone comes in!"
Unexpectedly, she didn't leave. Instead, she hugged me from behind. I was startled and turned to look at her.
Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks, and she said in a trembling voice, "You lied to me again! When I first came in, you said the other
person was in a meeting and it was just you. Now you're saying you're afraid someone will come in. Do you really hate me that much?"
My heart melted completely. I turned around and hugged her, saying gently, "How could I hate you?
A girl as lovely as you, any man who doesn't like you would be abnormal!"
"Pfft." She laughed through her tears, pressing her chest against mine softly, "Thank you for the compliment—and thank you
for everything you've done for me. Now, let me do something for you, okay?"
I couldn't bear to possess such a lovely girl in this situation. I said harshly, "Go back and study
! The exam is tomorrow."
She looked up, pouting and widening her eyes, and said urgently, "So you still hate me?!" A
sudden realization dawned on me. She wasn't just offering herself to me out of gratitude; she had fallen in love with me,
the one who had always helped her! How could I remain indifferent when such a beauty had her heart set on me? I raised my hands in surrender and said,
"Okay, okay, Miss, I give up. From now on, you're in charge, alright?" She
flashed a radiant smile, pushed me to sit down in the chair, turned around to put the exam questions into her bag, then
took out a bottle of water, took a sip, and then took out a small cushion, placed it on the floor in front of my chair, knelt
on it, and reached out to unzip my pants. I cooperated by pulling up the zipper, but she slapped my hand away
, giving me a charming glare, indicating that I wasn't allowed to do it. I dared not move. She gently unbuttoned
and unzipped my pants, pulling them down from my thighs to my ankles, revealing my throbbing penis. She
gently grasped it, bent down, and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her long hair cascaded down her sides
, brushing against the inside of my thighs, and I felt waves of tingling.
Her oral skills couldn't compare to Ge Chunlei or Bai Jing. Her teeth would occasionally touch the glans, and she
hardly used her tongue. But this only showed that she wasn't very experienced in this area; even if she had sexual experience, it was probably very limited.
Thinking of this, I felt even more ... She made me feel both cute and pitiful. My penis gradually hardened in her mouth, finally becoming
a fully erect pillar.
After a while, she stood up, unhooked her bra, took it off, and then removed her panties.
A delicate and exquisite body was presented before me. To describe this beautiful woman from Jiangnan as flawless as jade
would be no exaggeration. Her radiant skin and slender figure were captivating at first sight. Her breasts were small and delicate, with
pink nipples adorning the tiny areolas, as if touched by dew. Like cherries. Looking down, her abdomen was flat
as if carved by a knife, her waist slender and graceful. Her pubic hair was not thick, short and curly, her thighs were tightly closed, making it difficult to see
her vulva clearly. I had read elsewhere that the wider a woman's thighs were spread, the more sexual experience she had, indicating that
Shen Xiaolan's experience was not extensive.
I stood up, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her fragrant lips passionately. Her eyes were tightly closed, her breathing rapid, responding fervently
. My hand moved to her breasts and gently pressed them. "Ah!" She gasped softly, but
my lips immediately sealed hers. My hand continued its downward journey, passing under her lower abdomen and reaching her pubic area. When my
hand touched her private parts, I felt her whole body tremble slightly. I knelt down, gently parted her legs, and
examined her genitals. It was the most beautiful genitals I had ever seen: the color of her labia majora blended seamlessly with her skin,
her labia minora and clitoris were pink, and her clitoris was neither covered by the labia minora nor
protruding like a penis as many foreign women have. The entire shape was as perfect as described in a textbook. I glanced up at
her; her face flushed red, and she looked at me briefly before closing her eyes again, her lips slightly parted, her hands behind her back supporting her
on the table, appearing very nervous. My heart was filled with desire, and I used my fingers to part her labia majora and minora, sticking out my tongue to tease her
clitoris.
"Ah—" she gasped. I knew I couldn't rush things, because this might be her first time having a man
lick that area, and it was my first time giving a woman oral sex. So I tried to recall the scenes I'd seen in porn
, and then very gently, little by little, slowly and rhythmically licked her clitoris. Gradually, that area
became more and more slippery, and her juices began to flow. After licking for a while longer, I felt she was getting into it,
so I stood up, gently hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going in." She
nodded shyly. I had her turn around, lean on the table with both hands, face away from me, and spread her
legs. I held my penis, aimed it at her opening, and slowly pushed it in. These past few days, I'd learned a lot about sex
, knowing I couldn't rush it at first, or I'd easily hurt her, so I only inserted the head. But
even that was a huge stimulation for Shen Xiaolan. She took a deep breath and jerked her head up.
She seemed to want to make a sound, but held it back.
"Don't be afraid, relax. If you want to moan, just moan." I gently stroked her smooth back. She slightly
closed her head. I first rotated my penis around the outside of her vagina, giving it ample stimulation, and when it seemed ready, I slowly
pushed deeper, finally penetrating her completely.
"Ah!" she finally cried out. Now that the fire was lit, it had to burn brightly. I stopped being careful
and began a rapid, relentless assault. I noticed that no blood was flowing from her vagina.
It seemed Shen Xiaolan wasn't a virgin. But this made me feel much more at ease; at least I didn't feel any sense of guilt or
moral obligation towards her.
Shen Xiaolan endured my relentless thrusts, the stimulation sending waves of confusion through her. Sometimes she would let out a few
cries, sometimes they were muffled in her throat. My penis
roamed between her not-so-full, but equally shapely and alluring breasts and buttocks, finding endless pleasure in it.
My penis began to itch, then the base tightened. I knew my climax was approaching. I leaned over and asked,
"Did you ejaculate?" She couldn't speak, only nodded. I wanted her to see my virile figure as I ejaculated,
especially the beautiful way my six-pack abs rippled. So I pulled out my penis, turned her around, and, holding it against
her upper abdomen, gave it a few slaps. Semen gushed out like a fountain from the head of my penis, some landing on my
hand as I held it, some between her breasts. She watched, her heart pounding, and she reached out to hook her arms around my neck, hugging
me tightly… Everything returned to calm. Shen Xiaolan and I got dressed again. I saw her to the door, all the way to the elevator
. Before the elevator came up, I reminded her, “Study hard tonight, remember to call me, let’s
practice once.”
“Okay.”
The elevator came up, I patted her back a few times, and watched her go downstairs. Before the elevator doors closed, I suddenly
had a mischievous idea: “When are we going to review the lesson we just learned?”
“You’re so annoying!” She glared at me, embarrassed, then saw my funny face and burst out laughing,
her shyness boundless.
Chapter Five: Summer Heartbreak
Shen Xiaolan passed her oral exam easily the next day. The professors found it a little strange, but they didn't
suspect anything. Two days later, my boss asked me to check the final grades to see if there were any objections. Of course, I only paid attention to
Xiaolan's grades, and when I saw that she had indeed gotten an A, I was secretly delighted. As soon as I left my boss's office, I couldn't wait
to call her and tell her the good news. On the other end of the phone, she was as happy as a lark. The next day at noon, I held flowers in my hand 　　and picked up Xiaolan, who was working at Tim Hortons (a famous Canadian bakery chain)
near the school, after her shift. A little while later, I saw her 　　come out of the store in casual clothes. I went up to her and handed her the bouquet. She took the flowers, smiled sweetly, took my arm, 　　and we walked side by side toward a restaurant a few blocks away. That's how we officially started dating. 　　After a few weeks of getting to know each other, I fell deeply in love with this intelligent and kind-hearted girl. She was very well-mannered, with a dignified and generous 　　demeanor. She always spoke softly to everyone and never 　　lost her temper, unlike many girls born in the 1980s who are spoiled and arrogant. Perhaps due to her family background, she was simple and hardworking, yet 　　generous. We talked about everything and discovered that we had similar interests and a lot in common. She 　　was very understanding; sometimes, she knew what I wanted to do or meant with just a gesture. And I 　　felt an indescribable peace when I was with her; sometimes, holding her hand felt like a spiritual connection. 　　I knew I had found the love of my life. At 　　the end of July, we joined a tour group to Jasper National Park, a three-hour drive from Edmonton, for a three- 　　day, two-night trip. Xiaolan naturally told her family that she was traveling alone. So, we followed the tour group, 　　enjoying the scenery during the day and spending our nights in tender companionship, spending the happiest three days of our lives. 　　One mid-August day, we took a long-distance bus to Calgary, a three-hour drive south, 　　to watch the annual fireworks display. On the bus, I noticed she seemed a little distracted and wasn't as 　　talkative as usual. 　　"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked with concern. 　　"Nothing, probably just didn't sleep well last night." 　　"Come on, want to lean on me and sleep for a while?" I patted my shoulder. 　　"Okay." She turned her head, leaned on my shoulder, and closed her eyes. 　　When we arrived in Calgary, we found the shuttle bus for the fireworks display and were taken to the park. The fireworks would 　　n't start until dark, so we found a patch of grass, spread out a blanket, and sat huddled together, waiting for nightfall. Seeing 　　her preoccupied, I asked her if she was alright, but she firmly shook her head. So, I remained silent, still somewhat doubtful 　　. 　　After a brief introduction, the fireworks display began. Watching the fireworks firsthand was a wonderful experience, and 　　the atmosphere was incredibly lively. Exclamations and applause erupted from the audience from time to time. I was engrossed in the show. Although I knew a thirty- minute fireworks display was already quite impressive, I still felt a lingering sense 　　of unfinished business 　　when the last spark disappeared into the night sky . 　　I turned to look at Xiaolan and saw that her face was wet with tears! 　　"What's wrong? Lanlan? Why are you crying?" I asked in a panic. "It's all my fault. I was so focused on watching 　　the fireworks that I didn't pay attention to you. Please don't be angry, okay?" 　　"Wah—" She burst into tears and buried her 　　face in my arms. I was at a loss and could only pat her back. After crying for a long time, she stopped sobbing, looked up at me with teary eyes, and choked out, "Kangfan, I 　　have something to tell you, but you have to promise me you won't get too excited after you hear it." 　　I nodded reluctantly, sensing that something bad was about to happen. 　　She took my hand, blinked, and tears still clung to her eyelashes. “A week ago, my dad’s company decided to 　　close its Edmonton branch and move back to its Toronto headquarters. Employees willing to go back to Toronto would receive a 　　10% raise; those who didn’t would receive a severance package. My parents discussed it for several days, and finally decided to go to Toronto three days ago 　　. You know how hard it is to find a job these days, and my dad is the breadwinner of the family, so he can’t just stay here. 　　What if he can’t find a job? But what about me? At first, I wanted to stay here, but I can’t! First 　　, staying here would be an extra expense in terms of rent and living costs, increasing the burden on the family; second, and more 　　importantly, if I stay, who will take care of my mom?” 　　It’s true, since her mother became seriously ill, Xiaolan has been taking care of all the cooking and housework.

If she didn't go to Toronto, and her family couldn't afford a nanny, things would definitely fall apart.
Xiaolan wiped her red eyes and nose with a tissue and continued, "So I've been thinking about it repeatedly these past few days, and
last night I finally made up my mind to go to Toronto with them."
"What about your studies?" I asked.
"I can transfer my credits to the University of Toronto and continue studying there. So, we're
going there at the end of this month."
"So soon!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, Kangfan, I didn't want to tell you, but I had to. I hope you understand."
"I can!" I held her hand tightly. "Wherever you go, I'll be with you. I'll
go to Toronto with you!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Kangfan. But you know you have a student visa, and to go to Toronto you have to apply to
a school there first, which also means all your time here will be wasted. I can't keep you in this position; it would
make my conscience uneasy."
"I'd do anything for you!" I said excitedly.
"Kang Fan, calm down. You have parents too.
What would they think if they knew you'd given up your studies here and started over at another school? So, you should stay here."
"That's fine too. I'll come find you after I finish my studies in two years," I said firmly.
"How can you be so sure about the future? Just like when I came to Canada two years ago, how could I
have imagined sitting here with you watching fireworks today? Kang Fan, listen to me. You're a good boy, smart,
kind-hearted, and gentle. I'm so glad I met you. But if we continue our relationship
, the feeling of not being able to see each other every day and constantly missing each other will be unbearable. So, Kang Fan,
please forgive my weakness and selfishness, let's break up!"
This was the last thing I wanted to hear. My mind went blank, and I felt like the world was spinning. "Yes,
yes, we can still be lovers! We can meet online sometimes, and I'll come find you during the holidays
!" I said urgently.
“We’ll both be so busy, how can we always be this relaxed? Maintaining a relationship like this is too
tiring. Long-distance relationships don’t work out.”
“I don’t believe it! You watch so many TV dramas, don’t they all show us the power of love?”
“Don’t be silly, that’s just acting. In real life, time and distance can dilute everything.” She
said softly, “I had a boyfriend at Soochow University. We made vows of eternal love before I went abroad. I gave
him my virginity.” Her expression darkened, and she continued, “And what happened? At first, we wrote every day, then he
was busy, and I was busy, so we started writing every other day. Later it was every five days, once a week, once every ten days. Finally—
” She paused, “You can imagine how busy I’ll be after I go to Toronto. If I’m still asked
to be online with you every day, how can I keep going? Kang Fan, I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’m
a fragile and selfish person.” She finished speaking and started crying again.
My heart shattered completely. I didn’t want to break up, I wanted to push her a little further, but how could I bear
to do that? I could only press her head tightly against my chest, and unconsciously sob.
After a long while, she raised her head, wiped away my tears, and said softly, "Don't be sad, take care of yourself.
Although our time together was short, it was the happiest time of my life. Now that we're parting, I'll give you a poem, Xu
Zhimo's 'By Chance,' as a testament to our time together:
'I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally casting my shadow on your heart's waves.
You need not be surprised, nor rejoice, for in an instant, my trace vanishes.
We met on the sea of night, you have your direction, I have mine.
Whether you remember or forget, it's best to let go of the light we shared in our encounter.' My
vision blurred with tears again…
At midnight, we boarded the long-distance bus back to Edmonton. The bus was silent; most passengers were asleep
. We remained silent as well, not uttering a single word. Everything that had just happened was still vivid in my mind; before my eyes, I seemed
to see the fireworks exploding; in my nose, I seemed to smell the gunpowder; in my ears, I seemed to hear Nicky Wu's
powerful voice again: "
Always, time and again, I inadvertently wander into the forest of sorrow.
The love I thought was dormant is awakened again in the midnight
…
Always, after losing something, I still want to have it again, if only time could turn back.
That fireworks display in the night sky, reflected in your eyes, did it stir up long-buried memories?
Always, after parting, I still want to turn back, no matter how lonely the waiting may be.
That fireworks display in the night sky, reflected in my heart, is endless and eternal."

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