【A Woman's Mole】(13-16) Author: Bo Bo Xiong Yong

Author: Bobo's Surging
Word Count: 10670

(Thirteen)

"Huh? Brother, why do you smell so good again?" After returning to my aunt's house, my cousin walked into my room and
immediately frowned and kept sniffing.

Finally, she moved in front of me, sniffed my chest, and then asked mischievously, "Tell me!
What's going on? Tell me honestly, whose scent is it?"

I rolled my eyes at her, too lazy to pay attention to her.

"Brother, tell me!" When she saw that I ignored her, she leaned back in the chair and hugged my neck,
acting coquettishly .

"Is it the one I saw at the station last night?" She guessed quickly.

"You already know, why are you asking!"

"Tch, you two are really something, going on a rendezvous in the snow, look, your coat is all wet..." she said,
pouting .

"Tell me, what did you two do?" she asked curiously, peeking her head from my shoulder.

"Don't ask questions, little brat!"

...

I don't know how to describe my relationship with Gu Xuan during that time.

After that embrace in the snow that day, it seemed everything had returned to before the breakup. On the way home, we
kissed passionately in a park. The park was deserted on that snowy day; snow was falling heavily outside the pavilion, and
the two of us kissing inside seemed to raise the surrounding temperature.

Until she pushed me away, panting, her red lips, wet with saliva, moving rapidly. She looked at
me, and I looked at her.

"Kiss me!" she said, closing her eyes and lifting her chin, where a faint mole was.

I watched her enter the residential area, and in the snowstorm, I vaguely saw her turn back and wave. Her purple scarf
faded more and more in the snow until it disappeared.

...

Gu Xuan was like heroin to me. I knew very well that my relationship with her was extremely abnormal,
at least unfair to Feng Ye, but whenever I saw her, I couldn't help but want to be near her—it was an addiction,
seemingly hard to break.

One day during the holidays, after being intimate, I told her, "I have a girlfriend..."

She tilted her head and looked at me, then smiled gently after a long while, saying, "Oh, I know."

I wanted to say something, but her lips sealed my words. "Kiss me!" she commanded, like a queen.

I kept fantasizing about how to maintain this relationship with Gu Xuan after returning to school, of course,
behind Feng Ye's back.

...

To my dismay, after returning to school, Gu Xuan never contacted me again, disappearing without a trace.

Countless times, I pressed her number, only to hang up abruptly before even dialing.

This often made me feel irritable, like a drug addict going through withdrawal. My arguments with Feng Ye increased
, and I found her increasingly unreasonable.

Although we always made up during sex, our relationship would soon
deteriorate again. So, sex became almost a cure for our relationship; after every argument, sex
immediately provided relief.

Over time, I grew tired of this kind of sex; it was just physical contact, but our hearts were
drifting further apart.

Even later, whenever I saw the mole on her labia, I couldn't help but think of Gu Xuan.
So, I began to see Feng Ye as Gu Xuan, and by fucking her hard, I felt a sense of
happiness —although I had never had sex with Gu Xuan, I had never even kissed her genitals, and she had never
sucked my penis, but that didn't stop my sexual fantasies.

(XIV)

"What is this?!" I shouted angrily at Feng Ye!

"Ah! How did you find it!" She jumped off the bed naked, her large
breasts bouncing in the air. She frantically grabbed the notebook from the table and quickly closed the folder.

It happened very suddenly and unexpectedly. That night, after Feng Ye and I had a great time in bed, the class monitor called me before
going to sleep , saying that there was something that needed to be received and immediately reported back to her.

Feng Ye happened to have her notebook with her that day, so I used her notebook to access my email. After I finished, for some
inexplicable reason, I carelessly opened her file explorer and casually glanced at it, only to find
those disgusting photos from before.

Yes, they were nude photos of her, a nude photo of a strange man, and various photos of the two of them. What I found
most unbearable were many photos of her with a seductive expression, calling out for penises!

...

"They were taken by my ex-boyfriend... after we graduated high school." She leaned against the headboard, pulling the blanket over her alluring
body, and confessed to me through sobs.

I sat in a chair, chain-smoking, my mind filled with those
photos that had infuriated me.

I knew Feng Ye had a boyfriend before, although she hadn't said it herself, but I knew that given her
personality and character, they had probably done everything they were supposed to do. I even suspected she had given oral sex and
masturbated to other men, otherwise why would she have been so adept at doing those things to me!

I thought I wouldn't care or hold these things against her, after all, these things happened before she met me, and
they were all in the past. But I underestimated my possessiveness as a man—yes, I was jealous of
that man, I wanted to kill him.

Even though he didn't take Feng Ye's virginity and gave it to me, it was still something I couldn't tolerate—
was this charity?

The thought of another man's penis in Feng Ye's mouth and her coquettish, ingratiating expression
stabbed my heart like a knife.

I felt irritable and my chest felt tight, so I threw down my cigarette butt and stomped it out on the floor.

Feng Ye watched me get dressed, and despite the exposure, she rushed over and hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face, saying,
"Don't go, don't go, don't leave me! I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! Waaah, please!"

Her crying was pitiful, heartbreaking to see.

I tried to remain calm and said, "It's okay, I'm just going out for some fresh air to calm down, it's better for
everyone ."

No matter what I said, she didn't believe me, she just held me tightly.

"I'll never do it again, please, don't go, don't abandon me!" She pushed
me onto the bed with a strength she didn't know she had, kissing me as she begged.

I felt like I was being raped, letting her kiss and caress me as she lay on top of me. She clearly knew my
weaknesses —she quickly took my penis into her mouth and began sucking it vigorously.

The physical stimulation made me lose my senses, and I roughly rolled over, pinning her beneath me.

"Ah," she gasped, startled, but quickly extended her tongue to gently lick my ear,
her voice

penis plunged in hard, and although it was covered in her saliva, the sudden intrusion still
made her furrow her brow.

The girl beneath me tried her best to respond, her snow-white breasts rolling before my eyes, her slender waist twisting like
a water snake on the white sheets.

"Fuck me hard!" she gasped, her voice even more lewd.

"With what?" I grabbed her rolling breasts, kneading them forcefully, and asked viciously.

"Oh... fuck me with your big cock! Fuck me with your big cock!" Her narrowed eyes shone with a captivating
light, completely igniting the desire and power within me.

I thrust my penis in and out forcefully again and again, each time plunging it all the way in, while cursing,
"You slut! You cunt! You wanton bitch!"

"Ugh... oh..." she moaned incoherently as she was being fucked, her long legs
wrapping around my waist.

"Why aren't you saying anything! Slut, I'll fuck you to death!" At this moment, I seemed to have lost my mind, constantly
humiliating her with words.

"Oh, so good, I am a slut, a cunt! Oh... fuck my cunt hard, fuck me!"
Under my relentless thrusting, she finally cried out wildly.

Just before her climax, I grabbed her hair, pressed her face down between my legs, and thrust my penis hard
into her mouth, pumping a few times before ejaculating all my semen into her throat.

She lay limply on the bed, her legs still spread apart. She seemed to have a lot of vaginal discharge these past two days;
her groin area was a mess, the discharge mixed with vaginal secretions, covering her entire vulva. A few drops of semen
trickled from the corner of her mouth, staining her cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Are you crazy?" she said lazily, opening her eyes.

"Don't be angry, okay? I'll delete all those photos, okay?" Seeing I didn't speak, she
sat up, hugged me from behind, and whispered softly against my back.

"Sigh..." I sighed helplessly.

I suddenly felt like I had fallen into a hunter's trap.
Although after I jumped in and feasted, I found myself unable to escape—perhaps this was
the gentle trap that Feng Ye had woven and dug for me. I admit, I've fallen into Feng Ye's trap, but I don't know if it's because I lack
the ability to escape, or because I don't want to escape.

This is truly a troubling question.

She snuggled back into my arms, letting me caress her smooth skin. Her little hands weren't idle; they
gently soothed my penis.

"Kiss me!" she pleaded, tilting her head back.

I had no choice but to obey, taking her smooth, red lips into my mouth and savoring them gently.

"Did you like that just now?" she asked, her voice muffled as she responded to my kiss.

"Hmm?"

"Well... do you like me saying those embarrassing things?" She stopped, pouting slightly
, though I could see the corners of her glistening lips curving upwards.

I awkwardly touched my nose, realizing I had indeed gone a bit too far. "You didn't like it?"

"It's alright, it's just that your crazy antics were a little scary at first, but... very manly!"
she said, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Really? You like me fucking you like that?" I lifted her pointed chin, asking flirtatiously.

"Yes, I like it..."

"Tell me, what do you like?"

"I like you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt!" To my surprise, she boldly looked at me
and said this.

I pinned her down again, but this time the plot didn't go according to my plan. After
some struggle, she rolled over and straddled me, twisting her not-so-full buttocks, clumsily but hard
, her hips moving, my penis churning erratically inside her vagina.

However, trying this position for the first time, she quickly gave up. She lay on the bed, sticking out her snow-white
buttocks, and turned her head seductively, saying, "Fuck me from behind!"

Feng Ye's pubic hair was mostly distributed above her clitoris and below her lower abdomen, with very little on the sides of her labia, and her vaginal
opening was completely smooth. Although I often fucked her from behind before, this time, to please me, she
no longer cared about a girl's shame, pressing her waist very low, so her buttocks were sticking up high,
displaying her anus and vaginal opening to me without reservation.

The traces of recent lovemaking were clearly visible; her anus was covered in a thick, white, foamy substance, and her slightly
dark anus contracted intermittently.

My glans rubbed against her anus a few times, picking up the dirty fluid, before sliding down to her vaginal
opening and penetrating her completely.

"Oh…," Feng Ye groaned, like a proud swan, arching her snow-white neck in pleasure. Her

slender buttocks, devoid of flesh, were slapped repeatedly, quickly turning bright red. She groaned,
turning her head away, saying, "Don't hit me, husband, it hurts!"

But her expression was so wanton, so alluring, that I slapped her
buttocks . The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding and the crisp cracking of the slaps.

"Ah… husband, harder, faster, you're fucking me so good!" She was lying face down
on the bed, slowly moving towards the headboard with each thrust.

"Doesn't he want to fuck you? You're so horny, how can he resist!" Lust always drives me
crazy , to the point that I often lose my mind.

She was just moaning and crying out.

"Answer me, tell me! Why aren't you fucking me!" I grabbed her hair and thrust my penis even harder
.

"Ooh, it hurts! I... ah... so good... I won't let him fuck me, I'll save it for you to fuck!
You fuck me so good!" Her long hair was like a horse's reins in my hand, and Feng Ye under my crotch was like a wild horse.
After I kept slapping her ass, she was finally tamed.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You slut, how could you refuse so easily?"

"Waaah, husband, please, don't spank me, it hurts... oh... fuck me harder! Ah...
it feels so good! He... oh, he's fucking my ass, waaah, husband, fuck me..." She whimpered softly
, biting her lip in pain.

"Fuck!" My brain buzzed, as if a thunderclap had resounded above my head.

"Damn it, you slut! You bitch!" I went completely mad, grabbing her
hair and pulling her upper body upright. I turned her flushed face around, "If I hadn't asked, would you
not have told me?!"

She seemed terrified by my fierce expression and opened her mouth to cry.

"Cry, cry all you want, I'll fuck you to death today!" I pushed her onto the bed, spread her
buttocks , pulled out my penis, and pressed the head against her anus.

"No! It's dirty!" she struggled, twisting her hips in refusal.

I had already lost my mind. I held her waist with one hand, guided my penis with the other, spread her thighs apart, and
thrust my semen-covered glans into her anus.

"Ah! It hurts!" she cried out hoarsely the moment my glans entered her anus.

Tight, that was my only feeling at the time. Although my glans wasn't fully inside, that tight, warm
feeling was something I would never forget.

I no longer showed any mercy. I forcefully spread her buttocks and slowly pushed my penis in.

"Waaah... you're bullying me, I hate you! It hurts, please, slower, waaah..." she
buried her face in the bed, crying and begging helplessly.

"Mmm... oh... oh... gentler, oh, husband, it feels so good, husband, fuck me!"
When the thrusting of my penis became effortless, Feng Ye's anus gradually adapted to my intrusion. Her pain ended
, replaced by a pleasure different from vaginal penetration.

...

I leaned wearily against the other end of the bed, smoking. Through the swirling smoke, my heartbeat gradually calmed. Feng Ye, with a pillow under
her lower abdomen , lay on the bed, her buttocks raised, sobbing softly. The pillow beneath her was a mess. Her anus was already
closed, and white semen and a pale yellow substance covered her genitals.

I felt a pang of regret. I wanted to apologize but didn't know how to begin. Besides, I always felt it was incredibly difficult for a man
to apologize to a woman.

"Help me clean up..." she said, without turning around.

I suppressed my nausea and cleaned her body. Afterward, I said, "Go wash up." "

Okay, you wash me!" she finally turned to look at me. Her eyes were red and streaked with tears. Her
tear-dampened hair clung messily to her eyes and forehead.

Feng Ye quickly fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn't sleep.

I knew very well that my emotions and mindset had been very abnormal lately—I was irritable and suspicious. I tried hard to recall
, and this feeling seemed to have started after I returned from winter break—yes, Gu Xuan, I finally understood.

Gu Xuan was like my obsession, always intruding into my heart unexpectedly, making me restless.

(15)

Eileen Chang said that the passage to a woman's soul is her vagina. I don't yet have the experience to judge whether this statement is
correct , but as a sophomore, I have already discovered that the man who has penetrated a woman's anus will have
a tragic end.

After I bought a Canon digital camera, I found that I didn't have much money left in my bank account. So I had to
find a way to make money again.

I started to think that tutoring and handing out flyers were too slow, so I had to go to the uncle in the computer mall again.

He said that business was not good this year.

I nodded, wanting to hear what he had to say.

After complaining for a while, he said, "Come over this weekend. By the way, see if any of your classmates want to buy one. If
you introduce one, I'll give you a 5% commission, how about it?"

Money is still quite easy to make. Although more and more people are using laptops now, there is still
a lot of demand for desktop computers. So, I no longer had to worry about the money for sex—which was indeed one of my motivations for making money.

However, I rarely had time to spend with Feng Ye on weekends anymore, only occasionally going to a hotel on a weekend night to
satisfy our physical desires.

The second semester of my sophomore year was packed with professional courses, and I was very busy. I didn't notice Feng Ye's estrangement; I thought it
was just because I was busy…

until one evening at the end of May, we took a walk to the lakeside. She stopped, standing under the weeping willows.
The streetlights seemed to be broken that day, and moonlight filtered through the sparse willow leaves, dappling her face.

"Let's break up!" she said softly.

"Huh?" I didn't hear clearly, or rather, I heard clearly but thought I misheard.

"Let's break up!" she repeated slowly, looking directly into my eyes.

"Break up? Why?" I stared wide-eyed.

"Nothing, I just feel we're not compatible anymore," she said, kicking the pebbles at her feet.

"Are you serious?" I still couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, I've thought about it for days, and I really feel like we're not right for each other." She kicked a pebble into the grass
beside the road , where it rolled a few times before coming to a stop.

"Why?" My voice trembled slightly, I didn't know if it was from sadness or fear.

"I..." She finally looked up again, pouting, and said, "I feel like you don't care about
me anymore, I lack a sense of security. You're not as attentive to me as you used to be, you're not as doting on me as you used to be, you're
always busy with your own things..."

I scratched my head hard, looking at her incredulously, and said, "Don't you know why? I've
told you everything!"

"I know, but knowing is one thing, but I still feel uneasy, I'm afraid of being alone..."
She lowered her head and kicked another pebble.

"Loneliness..." I murmured, repeating.

"Yeah, I want someone to be with me, like you used to be."

"Okay, I understand."

"Okay, then let's break up..."

I nodded, then watched her turn and leave. On the cobblestone path by the lake, her shadow stretched
long in the moonlight, floating on the lawn like a ghost.

"You…," I began, but stopped after only one word, for I didn't know how to
stop her.

She stopped and turned. In the soft moonlight, she looked at me from afar.

"It's okay, you can go..." I waved and lowered my head. Only after she
disappeared under the willow trees at the bend of the winding path did I collapse onto the lawn, utterly deflated.

I'd been dumped again. I looked up at the moon in the night sky and muttered to myself.

Lying on the lawn, I smoked a few cigarettes, but couldn't bear the pain any longer, so I called my
three .

"I've been dumped, want to have a drink with me..."

"Ah, dumped again!" The fourth guy's Mandarin was terrible, with a thick lisp.

"I'll go buy some beer..." the eldest guy said, kicking the fourth guy.

The four of us sat on the lawn, each holding a bottle of beer, chugging it down. I don't know how much I drank
, when I passed out, or how I got back to the dorm.

The next day, all four of us skipped class. When I woke up at noon, the eldest guy was leaning over my bedside, saying, "
Finally awake? Damn it, you threw up all over me last night! Get up and wash my clothes!"

I told him to get lost and closed my eyes, my head throbbing.

Lying in bed, I suddenly realized I remembered everything that happened last night very clearly—what I said,
what I did—except for what happened after I was completely drunk.

Thinking about this, I wanted to slap myself. Damn it, I told them a lot about sleeping with Feng Ye
, obviously I was drunk and didn't know what I was talking about. I even clearly remember the three of them
grinning lewdly…

Well, I wasn't entirely at a disadvantage. The second brother also started talking, recounting his and his wife's sex life. It seemed
the eldest and fourth brothers were quite well-behaved last night, just listening.

"Hey, you and your girlfriend didn't sleep together?" I asked the eldest brother first, pulling back the covers.

"Uh…" he laughed awkwardly, "They wouldn't let me…"

"I think it's almost over between her and me, I feel really tired!" he said, pursing his lips.

"You're so good to her. Even though you're in a long-distance relationship, you travel two thousand kilometers to see her every now and then.
What more does she want?"

"You two would have broken up by now if you could see each other every day!" he retorted irritably.

Women are creatures who fear loneliness; this was the first time I'd realized this.

"By the way, didn't you say you wanted us to see photos of you and Feng Ye having sex?" the second brother, who had
woken up sometime earlier, shouted, craning his neck.

"Don't be so shameless! Feng Ye is your junior sister too. How can you be so shameless?" Damn it, I
regretted my drunken outburst yesterday. I firmly refused; I wouldn't let them see them, no matter what.

"Just take a look. You piqued our curiosity last night. Besides, it's not like we'll lose anything by seeing them!"
the eldest brother egged on.

"We'll find it ourselves!" the fourth brother also got up.

But in the end, they couldn't find it on the computer. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief;
I was just being wary of this. Luckily, I hid it. And that was the

end of it.

Not long after, I ran into Feng Ye on the street. She was with a handsome guy, well, much
more handsome than me.

She seemed not to see me, or perhaps she saw me but pretended not to. I watched her walk
away , and felt a pang of sadness.

That night, she called me and begged me to delete the photos I had taken before, as she was afraid of being
seen by others.

I said okay, I deleted them.

She then said that she had seen me that afternoon, and that the guy was pursuing her.

I said, I know, I wish you happiness, and then hung up.

(Sixteen)

"Brother, can you help me take a look?" my cousin said on the phone.

My cousin had recently finished her college entrance exams, and as soon as the results came out, she told me and asked me to help her decide which
school to apply to.

Her scores were quite good, more than a few points above the first-tier university cutoff.

Since I had a two-day holiday, I spent two days in my dorm researching and finally selected seven or eight schools.

On QQ, she said she wanted to go to the south and to a school close to me.

I told her that going to university is a serious matter and she shouldn't let unimportant factors distract her.

She said firmly that she didn't want to stay in the north anymore; the spring winds there were too strong.

I smiled in front of the computer screen, as if that little girl with two braids from long ago was standing
right in front of .

I said, "Okay. Why don't you come to my school?"

She said, "No, I don't have a major I want to study."

I knew she loved drawing and was a very sentimental person. After thinking for a moment, I said, "Then how about Tianjin University or Denver
University ? The architecture there is quite nice, but Tianjin University is in Shanghai, which is quite close to me."

She said, "Don't go to Shanghai, I'll come to your place!"

I didn't go home during the summer vacation; I stayed at school. I didn't go to work either because a professor wanted
me to intern in her lab.

Professor Zeng was a professor for a major course in the second semester of my sophomore year. Before the end of the semester, I approached her and expressed
my desire to study in her research group.

She seemed to agree without much hesitation, saying I could go during the summer vacation and she would let me know.

Professor Zeng doesn't look like a woman in her early forties at all. She's very beautiful, usually only wears light makeup, and still retains her charm,
yet she's already a professor and a doctoral supervisor. I rarely doze off in her classes, let
alone sleep on my desk.

While waiting at school, the first-year students were undergoing military training. Walking around campus, shouts echoed everywhere.

I couldn't help but think of this time last year, and of Gu Xuan. I had an urge to know
how Gu Xuan was doing—had she gone home? What was she doing now?

But I never had the courage to dial her number, just like before, hesitating and ultimately
giving up.

After a week of assisting Professor Zeng in her research group, I started taking on some simple tasks. Well, they
were quite simple for me—data processing, mainly using Excel, and for tasks Excel couldn't handle, I'd
program them myself.

It was then that I understood why Professor Zeng had agreed so quickly; she knew from my assignments and PowerPoint
presentations that I was good at this kind of work, and her research group happened to need it.

The research group was small, with eight people in total, including master's and doctoral students, plus me, an unofficial member. Of course,
being an unofficial member didn't mean I was working for free; Professor Zeng paid me 150 yuan a day.

Later, I realized how generous Professor Zeng was—compared to the stinginess of my later graduate advisor.
Giving me 150 yuan a day for my work was far beyond my imagination. And you know, she only gave her students
a monthly stipend of 1000 yuan.

It wasn't until much later, during a dinner party, that I complained to her about my supervisor's stinginess. She laughed and said, "
That project has more funding, especially the work allowance, which is more than enough, so it's a good deal for you.

" Unlike undergraduates, graduate students are generally addressed as "senior brother" or "senior sister." Well,
Professor Zeng has more female students than male students; perhaps that's a female professor's preference.

My desk is at the very back of the office, against the wall on the left, and to my right is a senior student named Yan Ji.

The first time Professor Zeng introduced her, I didn't know how to write Yan Ji until I sat
next to her and saw the label on the wall next to her desk: Yan Ji.

I read it aloud, Yan Ji, Yan Xueqing?

"Huh?" She looked up at me in surprise, "How did you know?"

"Ah?" I was a little confused.

"Yan Xueqing! That's my second name, hehe, although nobody calls me that..." She
smiled , revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Oh? I just said it offhand, I just think Xueqing sounds better..." I said shyly.

"Okay, let's just say it's a coincidence. But I really admire you!" She pointed at me with her finger and
smiled mischievously.

Yan Xueqing, oh no, Yan Ji, is only a first-year graduate student, born in 1984, three years older than me, but she's
definitely my senior.

Maybe because she's closest to me, we walk close together in the office. I don't know if it's because Professor Zeng's
research group is predominantly female, but the three male seniors are all rather low-key, usually quiet,
just like I was two years ago, giving off a somewhat dull vibe.

On the contrary, the five female seniors are the source of joy in the office, especially Yan Ji, who is very good at teasing people,
even daring to joke about the oldest senior.

I especially loved seeing her smile, revealing her little tiger teeth. I couldn't imagine a graduate student
playfully smiling and showing two little tiger teeth; it gave me a sense of time travel, making me feel like she wasn't born in '84
, but rather about my age, or even younger.

The senior students were all nice people, and we ate lunch together every day, mostly in the cafeteria, and I
always sat opposite Yan Ji.

Over time, I learned a lot about her.

She said she was from Shanxi.

I joked, "Is your family a coal tycoon?"

She covered her mouth and laughed, not giving a direct answer.

I thought even if my guess wasn't entirely right, it wasn't entirely wrong either. Because she wasn't very fair-skinned, but had a
healthy complexion, I blurted out, "Or maybe you have dark skin..."

She ended up hitting me with her chopsticks several times before stopping.

She didn't do her undergraduate studies here; her boyfriend was doing his master's in Shanghai, a classmate from undergraduate studies, and they planned to get married after
graduation .

I said, "That's still two years, your boyfriend definitely can't wait."

She rolled her eyes at me, tapped me with her chopsticks, and pouted, "What do you know, you little brat!"

In late August, Professor Zeng's research group went on holiday, and the senior students all rushed home.
The day Yan Ji left, she called me and asked me to see her off.

She waited for me downstairs in the graduate student dormitory, waving and saying, "Come on up."

I said, "Isn't that inappropriate? This is a girls' dormitory!"

She pouted and pulled me through the gate. She seemed to know the dormitory manager well, telling her this was my junior, and
she'd help me move my things.

The dormitory door was open, and I stood at the door peeking inside. The dormitory was quite clean, three people to a room,
each with their own space under the desk. She pushed me in, pointing to the suitcase on the floor and saying, "
It's too heavy, I can't lift it."

I picked it up and tried, thankfully, it wasn't too heavy for me.

"Sit down, my train's at 3 PM, still early. Want some water? Okay, we're out, wait a minute, I
'll get some," she said, picking up her thermos and about to leave. I quickly stopped her, saying no, I wasn't thirsty.

I sat awkwardly in the chair, my right hand in my pocket, fumbling for a lighter, unsure how to be
alone .

She chuckled, "Why are you so nervous? I've never noticed you being so shy before, you're usually quite outgoing.
What's wrong now?"

"Shall I have a cigarette?"

"Go ahead, I don't mind," she nodded.

I quickly lit a cigarette to cover my embarrassment.

"Do you need to change trains? It'll be hard for you to carry all this heavy stuff."

"No, someone's picking me up after I get off," she said, sitting on the table, swinging her legs and looking down at me. Her

light blue jeans clung tightly to her two full, long legs, swaying in front of me .
The smell of burning cigarettes mixed with the scent of the girls' dormitory made my breathing quicken.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked with a smile.

"No, we just broke up recently," I replied dejectedly.

"Oh, what happened?" she asked, intrigued.

So I gave a brief explanation, which only drew her laughter, calling me dull and stupid.

I asked, "Why?

" She said, "She's already made it so clear to you, couldn't you have said something nicer? Just promised to spend more time with her in the future, right
? Besides, who knows what will happen in the future, so let's keep things calm for now."

I said, "Senior, you're very experienced. Does your boyfriend often coax you like that?"

She pouted and said, "Yeah, I don't know why I'm always so easily fooled, I've been lied to by him so many times!"

I said, "That's because you willingly let him lie to you."

She suddenly bent down, her face very close, and said with a smile, "You little brat, you're quite savvy!"

A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, but I couldn't tell what kind of fruit it was;
I just thought it smelled very nice. When she smiled, two small tiger teeth were revealed. The strong sunlight streaming through the half-drawn curtains
shone on her face, making her teeth gleam.

The neckline of her light blue t-shirt swayed in the air, revealing her snow-white skin and black bra.
While her breasts weren't as large as Feng Ye's, they were still quite substantial; half a breast was visible above the bra,
with a deep cleavage in between.

She seemed to realize something was amiss, immediately straightening up, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. (I was puzzled.)
She kicked me lightly, annoyed, and glared at me, saying, "I'll gouge your eyes out!"

I picked at my ear, helplessly replying, "I didn't mean to look. You came over yourself, so it's my fault?"

"It's all your fault anyway!" she said, surprisingly unreasonable, picking up a book from the table and gently
tossing it into my lap.

The atmosphere became a little awkward, so I picked up the book and pretended to read it seriously. I remembered it was a collection of
poems, but my mind wasn't on it at all.

After a while, she chuckled, her pink sneakers kicking my shin, and said, "Stop pretending. You
haven't even read a single page in all this time.

" I quickly handed the book back, embarrassed, saying, "If I keep pretending, I'm probably thinking of jumping off a building!"

"I'm only now realizing that you're not such an honest person after all!"

"I never said I was honest, it's not my fault. Besides, 'women love bad boys,' who said that
again?" I retorted.

"..." She rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, "Even your bad temper couldn't keep your girlfriend!"

I had no choice but to admit defeat, realizing I couldn't gain any advantage over her words.

"Let's go, it's getting late," I said, glancing at the time; it was almost one o'clock.

"Okay, you carry the suitcase, I'll carry the backpack, hehe!" she said playfully, jumping off the table.

I watched her walk into the ticket gate, and then she quickly called to say that she had already had her things
put away , so I shouldn't worry and should hurry back.

In my heart, I thought, "I'm not worried about you!" But outwardly, I said, "Have a safe trip!"

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