[Leaf, the most intoxicating thing is that faint smile] (The End) Author: Lixuesnowlee

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Living in a metropolis, surrounded by dazzling lights and bustling activity, what we
may feel is only loneliness in our souls.

What is revelry? It's nothing more than the loneliness of a group of people. In the midst of busy work and leisure time, it's hard to find
the pure and beautiful romance of student days, to have a Platonic love affair.

I am such a person. After starting work, I've been working as my boss's assistant, entertaining clients,
expanding . Although materially abundant, my soul is lonely. And so, I met
the female protagonist of this story, let's call her Ye Zi for now.

It was all a coincidence. In August of this year, my boss, in order to improve my work efficiency, paid for me to
attend an advanced assistant training course.

My initial impression was that I would definitely be surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women during the course; everyone knows what that position is like,
haha.

When I got to the classroom, I discovered that today's high-level bosses aren't so vulgar after all; their assistants are all
merit-based. So you can imagine how disastrous the class was, right?

On my first day, the teaching assistant (actually a business representative from the training company, responsible for collecting money) made
a deep impression on me. She professionally handed me a business card, and that's how I met Ye Zi.

She wasn't the type to make a striking first impression in a crowd, but rather someone whose beauty grows on you. Big eyes,
long eyelashes, a sweet smile, and shallow dimples.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to her. During the two-day training course, she simply
greeted the teachers and students politely both in and out of class, occasionally bringing water for the teachers and taking photos for the students. She spoke very little and gave off a very
serene feeling. Especially when she wore a tight-fitting dress, her graceful figure was curvaceous, her long ponytail was pulled back, and
her dark eyes sparkled. When she smiled at you, she reminded you of the senior from the next class in high school.
Even a seasoned veteran like me couldn't muster a single impure thought.

The training lasted two days, with four large classes.

During this time, Yezi, as a teaching assistant, couldn't sit in on the classes. She was all alone, sitting
behind a table outside the classroom.

Because there weren't many trainees, the hotel space was relatively small and there was no Wi-Fi. Yezi
sat alone outside the classroom for two days, occasionally going into the classroom to offer tea and water to everyone,
which was quite hard work.

It was this that made me think she was very hardworking and attracted my attention.

I remember on the afternoon of the second day of training, I ran out of the classroom to smoke in the corridor. Just as I reached the door, I saw Yezi asleep
on the table, her head resting on her white arm. A ray of sunlight lazily shone on her, and
she slept so peacefully, a faint smile on her lips, highlighting her two adorable dimples.

I walked quietly past her, but still woke her. She smoothed her hair and smiled,
asking, "Feeling the urge to smoke again?"

I said, "Yes! I'm sorry to have woken you. You've been working so hard these past few days, all alone out here
!"

This was the first time I had a private conversation with Yezi, and I still remember it vividly.

Ye Zi chuckled and teased, "Look at you, such a sunny and handsome young man, you smoke too?"

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, it's just to look cool and stylish. After all, we assistants
rely on our looks to make a living! And we can also charm some pretty girls, like you, for example, ask for your phone number,
haha!"

Ye Zi retorted, "I'm not a pretty girl at all, my child is already six years old!"

I was immediately taken aback. Ye Zi's appearance and figure didn't seem like that of a mother. My first impression was that she
probably interacted with many people and was subtly avoiding unwanted attention from men. This made me like her even more.
This pretty young woman had high emotional intelligence; she was very professional and knew how to avoid unnecessary workplace harassment.

"Really? You don't look like one. If you are, that's a pity!" I continued.

"What's a pity?" Ye Zi tilted her head and asked with a smile.

"You've lost the chance to pursue pretty girls!"

"It's true, I'll show you a picture of my little girl."

With that, Ye Zi showed me pictures of her daughter on her phone. I looked at a bunch of photos, but apart from her daughter's picture
, I couldn't find any others, so I didn't press for details. I complimented her daughter on how cute she was, then
went to have a smoke and went to class.

After the training ended, all the trainees and teachers (including Yezi) asked the hotel staff to take
a group photo, added each other's QQ numbers to their contacts, and went home.

The next day, I suddenly got a QQ friend request at work. It was from Yezi. After adding her
, she sent me the group photo from the previous day. Looking closely at Yezi in the photo, her smile was still so sweet. I used this
as an excuse to chat with Yezi.

Of course, we exchanged pleasantries first. Yezi politely complimented me on
becoming an assistant to the boss of a big company at such a young age, on my high education, hard work, and promising future. I simply
complimented Yezi on her stable personality and her ability to endure hardship.

I gradually learned that the training company Yezi worked for actually belonged to her sister. She was mainly responsible for business development,
and due to a shortage of manpower, she was working as a teaching assistant.

She usually enjoyed reading and occasionally traveling.

I asked a few questions about my hobbies, but that wasn't much more. Finally, Yezi mentioned that she was currently
working hard to expand her network and hoped I could help her advertise within our company (we have
over 800 employees), offering me a small commission in return.

I hadn't thought about the commission, since I wasn't short of money. I just thought Yezi was really
hardworking and had high emotional intelligence. After getting closer to her, we started to get down to business.

I began to admire this pretty young woman, so I told her that the company had dedicated HR personnel who didn't handle this,
and that she had her own channels. I could help her get in touch. I also mentioned that I had
a friend at another company who specialized in this area and could help her get in touch. If it worked out, Yezi would treat me to dinner; if not, I would treat
her to dinner, as a way of acquaintance and friendship. Yezi readily agreed.

About a week later, I was quite busy with work and forgot about Yezi. At this time, Yezi was on QQ...
She contacted me proactively, and I felt quite embarrassed to tell her that things weren't finished yet and asked her to be patient.
Yezi was no rush. So we chatted on QQ for a while.

Actually, Yezi is the same age as me, even younger, but her child is already 6 years old. It made me sigh; after
all these years, I still don't have a girlfriend. I really feel sorry for my parents who are eager to have grandchildren.

Yezi is from Hunan. It's said that Hunan women are good at managing a household, and Yezi truly embodies this. Her
husband is from Hebei, and they bought a house in Hebei. Her husband also works in Hebei. Yezi is all alone
in Beijing, helping her sister's company. She only goes home to see her daughter once every one or two months.

At that moment, I thought that perhaps there really might be a chance for something to happen between Yezi and me, so I said, "I really envy your
husband, marrying such a beautiful and capable wife like you."

Yezi teased me, "Why don't you find a girlfriend if you're so outstanding? If you don't have a suitable one, I'll
introduce a few pretty ones."

I asked, "How pretty? Are they as pretty as you? Are they as capable and hardworking as you?"

Yezi was a little embarrassed by my question and replied with a shy emoji, "I'm not as
good as you say, haha."

At that moment, I vaguely felt that I had grasped a glimmer of hope, so I decided not to rush
things and changed the subject to helping Yezi, promising to contact her if I had any news.

Time quickly passed to September, a golden harvest season, with clear skies, crisp air, and falling leaves. The
cloudless blue sky and the clean, refreshing air were invigorating. I hoped that this autumn would bring me something
.

Soon, leveraging my connections at the company, I asked my friend who was in charge of HR to help Yezi secure
two small training contracts, totaling about 80,000 yuan in training fees. The most important thing was that it would allow me to establish
a long-term .

After I told Yezi this news, she kept thanking me on QQ, insisting on giving me
a commission . A commission really wasn't my intention, so I kept putting it off. Finally, I couldn't resist her insistence
and said, "Then treat me to a meal; work is tiring, treat me to something nice to recover."

Yezi readily agreed, and we arranged a time and place. I looked forward to dinner with Yezi, my heart
pounding with anticipation.

Finally, I met Yezi again.

She was still as beautiful as ever, a captivating beauty. Upon closer inspection, you could see that behind her innocent exterior lay
a touch of alluring charm.

At the dinner table, while thanking me, Yezi still tried to give me the packaged commission, which
I resolutely refused again. It was at this moment that the distance between Yezi and me narrowed.

During the meal, Yezi also confided in me, complaining about how
hard it was
. She had few friends besides her sister, and hardly anyone to talk to. She felt neglected by her family because she was so focused on her career, and her husband didn't support her.

Perhaps I sympathized with Yezi; we were both struggling in an unfamiliar city, and
behind our modest success lay untold suffering and sacrifices—Yezi's
family life , and my romantic relationships.

We talked a lot that meal, feeling a mutual understanding and sharing our innermost thoughts.

After the meal, Yezi said I felt bad for not doing her
a favor .

I jokingly suggested I eat her cooking sometime, since I'd been studying in the south for seven years and was used to spicy food;
I'd love to try authentic Hunan cuisine. Surprisingly, Yezi agreed. It

was truly a coincidence; before I knew it, it was October, and I arrived at Yezi's rented apartment.

The room was large and warmly decorated, filled with the fragrance of leaves.

I noticed a photo of her daughter on the bedside table, but there wasn't a single picture of her
husband .

I was torn. Yezi was a wonderful woman, intelligent and virtuous, with a lovely daughter,
and I had a vague feeling that I shouldn't break up her family.

Yet, during our conversation and meal together, she never mentioned her husband, making me suspect that her marriage
also had cracks.

Savoring the delicious food Yezi had prepared, and after two glasses of red wine, we talked for a long time.

It felt like a dream; no matter how hard I try, I can't recall how Yezi and I kissed
. I only remember looking at Yezi in my arms, kissing her, wanting to say something, but Yezi pressed her index finger
against my lips and shook her head.

Perhaps she was afraid I would mention her family and ruin the tender atmosphere; perhaps she was afraid I would say "I
love you" and destroy her seemingly salvaged marriage? I understood Yezi's feelings, and I poured all my words
into a deep kiss.

I undressed Yezi on her bed, revealing her curvaceous figure. Yezi
blushed .

Although she had a child, she was only 27, and her figure was even more alluring. Her proud breasts were still firm, and
the small lines on her stomach only made her look more sexy.

I buried my face in her chest, listening to Yezi's heart pounding rapidly. Slowly, I let my lips and
hands roam over Yezi's graceful body. The only sounds in the room, besides a faint fragrance, were Yezi's rapid
breathing.

Just as I was about to enter Yezi, she glanced at the photo of her daughter on the bedside table, reached for the photo,
hesitated in mid-air, and then placed the photo face down on the table.

The moment I entered her, I felt Yezi tremble all over. Was it fear, excitement, regret,
or perhaps thrill?

I didn't care. Neither Yezi nor I cared. Let's indulge ourselves to this night, forget
our families, forget our work, forget our troubles. Having cast aside our reservations, Yezi and I began to make love passionately—
on the bed , on the sofa, on the windowsill, in the bathroom.

That night, Yezi and I experienced not only physical pleasure but also a powerful emotional impact.
Lying in bed, we were more like a passionate couple, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, occasionally giving each other a gentle kiss
, but remaining silent. We didn't need to speak, didn't want to speak, or perhaps, more than anything, dared not speak.

After spending the night at Yezi's house, I put the photo of Yezi's daughter back in the morning, gently kissed Yezi
awake , and we went hand in hand to the kitchen to make breakfast. After eating, we didn't see each other again, only with a kiss...
I drove back to my place.

My phone beeped with a text message; it was Yezi: "We're still friends."

I replied, "We'll always be friends."

This is the story of Yezi and me. We still talk about work and life occasionally, but we both remain silent about
that night , maintaining a tacit understanding.

Meeting the

right person at the right time is happiness;

meeting the wrong person at the right time is pain;

meeting the right person at the wrong time is regret;

meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is tragedy.

May Yezi be happy!

[The End]

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