【The Disappearance of My Long-Distance Girlfriend】(13) Author: skylaoww

Author: skylaoww
Word Count: 6120

Chapter Thirteen: Heaven and Hell

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the sky, Xiaolu, who hadn't slept all night, watched the rising sun outside her window.
She felt lost once more. In this most prosperous city in southern China, she found herself unable to
settle down . Was it true that a woman could only rely on her body to achieve relative stability? Just then,
the doorbell rang. Like a startled cat, Xiaolu tensed up and quietly
crept to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she saw Yang Diwei standing outside.

Although she hadn't spent much time with Yang Diwei, Xiaolu knew very well that this seemingly caring
rich second-generation was actually only after her beauty. After hesitating for a long time, Xiaolu didn't open the door. She
simply went back to her room and snuggled into bed, as if that would give her a sense of security.

Yang Diwei waited outside the door for nearly half an hour, but still heard no movement. He took out
his phone sent a text message to Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, I don't know if you're alright. I just happened to be passing by and wanted to check on
you. If you want to be alone, then I won't bother you. I look forward to your call."

After repeatedly confirming that the message was sincere enough, Yang Diwei pressed the send button. He waited outside the door for another ten
minutes, but still saw no movement, so he had to leave dejectedly.

Xiaolu was also holding her phone, but she wasn't looking at Yang Diwei's message; instead, she was staring at Daming's phone,
lost in thought.

When sunlight streamed into Daming's room, the hangover headache woke him up, but he felt
a pressure on his body. Just as he was about to call Xiaolu's name, he realized that the delicate body on top of him was none other than Feifei, whom he
spent .

At this moment, Feifei seemed to sense Daming's awakening and slowly woke up as well. Their beautiful eyes
met an awkward feeling rose in both of them at the same time.

Feifei hurriedly scrambled off Daming, grabbed her clothes, and ran into the bathroom.

Daming sat up, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and pondered what had happened the night before and how to
break the awkward silence.

Soon, Feifei came out dressed. Daming was about to say something when Feifei
spoke first: "Daming, don't tell me you'll take responsibility or anything. We're both adults, I understand.
Thank you for last night. I'm leaving."

With that, Feifei turned and walked towards the door. Daming reached out to grab her, but Feifei's voice
choked with emotion as she said, "Don't chase after me. I'll want to stay. Let's be like before,
you be your CEO Zhang, and I'll be my secretary, okay?"

Hearing Feifei's voice, Daming's hand hovered in mid-air, unsure what to say. Only after Feifei
left and closed the door did Daming come to his senses, lower his hand, and sit back down on the bed.

Da Ming muttered to himself, "What the hell have I done?"

Fei Fei, tears welling in her eyes, took the elevator downstairs and returned to her company dormitory. She locked herself in her room and
didn't come out for a long time.

This absurd misunderstanding left Da Ming somewhat bewildered. He went into the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and
after clearing his head, he decided to find Xiao Lu first.
Judging from where he last met Xiao Lu, it wasn't far from his project, meaning Xiao Lu should live nearby. But
this was a residential area in S City, with tens of thousands of people living within a single square kilometer. He could only return to
the project first and then consider where to start his search.

Da Ming went downstairs, got his car, and drove towards the project. Meanwhile, Xiao Lu, having only recently fallen asleep after a sleepless night,
had her phone ring. She answered; it was a girl wanting to
view . Xiao Lu checked the time; it was already past nine, not much time left before the agreed-upon ten o'clock.

After getting up, showering, and quickly putting on some makeup, Xiao Lu went down to the 17th floor.

When the elevator doors opened, a girl of similar age, wearing Japanese-style smoky eye makeup, a black Japanese-style tiered dress,
black leather shoes, and carrying a small Miu Miu bag, stood in
front of the apartment. Xiao Lu quickly smiled and said, "Hello, are you here to look at the apartment? Have you been waiting long?

I'm sorry, I had something to do and was a few minutes late."

The girl returned Xiao Lu's sweet smile, her voice slightly coquettish, "It's alright, I just got here too
. Are you the landlord? You look so young."

Xiao Lu smiled and said, "We should be about the same age, just call me Xiao Lu. Shall we go in first?
"

The girl nodded and said, "Hello Xiao Lu, my name is Xiao Jie. Are you also a recent college graduate?"

The two chatted as they entered the apartment. Xiao Jie was very satisfied with the room. From their conversation, Xiao Jie learned that
she was a recent graduate of CS University, Li Yan's senior, and had found a job in S City, so
she came to Shenzhen alone from her hometown in C City.

When Xiao Jie learned that Xiao Lu also studied design, she said, "Xiao Lu, look, I also studied design.
Our advertising company is hiring designers right now, you could consider giving it a try. That way we can
commute together and have company."

Xiao Lu thought for a moment; two girls were much better than interacting with men, and said, "That sounds great!
I'll send you my resume, can you take a look and see if it's okay?"

Xiao Jie smiled and said, "No problem, leave it to me. My supervisor thinks highly of me, I should be able to introduce me
."

Xiao Lu immediately thought, "Is he going to be another lecherous boss?" The Zhang Qiao incident still cast a long shadow over her.
After hesitating for a moment, she said, "If it really doesn't work out, then forget it. It's okay."

Xiao Jie seemed to have guessed Xiao Lu's concerns and almost patted her chest, saying, "Don't worry, our supervisor is
the boss's wife, so there won't be any problems."

Upon hearing that it was a female boss, Xiao Lu immediately felt relieved and said with a smile, "Then I'll trouble you. I'll treat you
to dinner, and we can find some time tomorrow to sign the contract."

Xiao Jie nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay. Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry too."

Of course, Xiao Lu wouldn't go to Zhang Hui's shop with Xiao Jie. The two of them just grabbed a quick bite at a fast food restaurant near the neighborhood
. Just as they were about to leave, a figure sat down at their
table .

Xiao Lu looked up and saw Yang Diwei. Surprised, she asked, "How come it's you?"

Yang Diwei smiled brightly and said, "Because I wanted to know if you were feeling better lately. You've
been avoiding me and haven't replied to my texts."

Upon seeing the tall and handsome Yang Diwei, Xiao Jie lightly tapped her head and smiled sweetly,
saying, "You're Yang Diwei, the heir of the Z Group? Are you Xiao Lu's...boyfriend?"

Hearing Xiao Jie's voice, Yang Diwei turned around and saw her cute gesture. He smiled and replied, "Do you
know me? I think I'm Xiao Lu's boyfriend."

This was practically a blatant confession. Xiao Lu felt extremely embarrassed, lightly patted Xiao Jie, and said reproachfully:
"What nonsense are you talking about, Xiao Jie? He and I are just ordinary friends."

Xiao Jie stuck out her tongue and smiled innocently. "I thought it was some kind of love triangle, but I
misunderstood. Of course I know Mr. Yang is so famous. Hello, I'm Xiao Jie, Xiao Lu's new tenant."

With that, Xiao Jie extended her delicate white hand, and Yang Diwei shook it in return. He then turned to Xiao Lu
and said, "Where are you going later? I drove you, I can give you a ride, I'm free anyway. Also, Xiao Lu,
how's work going? Do you need any help?"

Xiao Lu knew... Yang Diwei wanted to pursue her, but after everything she'd been through, she dared not trust other men again.
Still clinging to the mentality of avoiding him if possible, she coldly said, "No need. I'm going home to rest.
Don't worry about work, I can handle it myself. Xiaojie, let's go home."

With that, Xiaolu stood up and walked towards the door. Xiaojie quickly stood up and followed
, but before leaving, she gave Yang Diwei a sweet smile, took her business card from her bag, handed it
to him, and quickly said, "Contact me anytime."

Yang Diwei watched Xiaolu's departing figure, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by a sinister expression.
He muttered to himself, "I've never had a girl I've set my sights on dare say no to me, humph. But that
Xiaojie is rather interesting."

Xiaolu and Xiaojie returned to Xiaojie's rented apartment on the 17th floor. Xiaolu sat on the sofa and
said to Xiaojie, who was in the bathroom, "Xiaojie, you should also be careful of that Yang Diwei; he's not a good person either."

Xiaojie emerged from the bathroom with a wicked grin, suddenly reaching out and kneading Xiaolu's
large breasts from behind. Whispering in Xiaolu's ear, Xiaojie said, "I think, with your figure and face, what guy
could be a good person in front of you? Anyone who says they have no feelings for you is a hypocrite, and you can't trust them."

Xiaolu was startled by Xiaojie's sudden attack, hurriedly pushing Xiaojie's hand away, her cheeks flushed, and
said coquettishly, "You're killing me! You scared me to death! You're not a lesbian, are you? My sexual orientation is perfectly normal,
I just think he's untrustworthy."

The two laughed and joked for a while. Girls always become familiar with each other so easily. Xiaojie smiled and said,
"Okay, okay, let's stop playing around. I'll call my boss and arrange for you to go for an interview tomorrow.
Go back prepare your resume and stuff."

Xiaolu nodded and said, "Okay, you go ahead and pack up. I'm going back upstairs too."

After saying that, Xiaolu closed the door and went back to her rented room on the 19th floor. The way Xiaojie had rubbed her breasts
and whispered in her ear made her feel itchy.

Xiaolu took off her clothes and lay back on the large bed in the room. She gently stroked her breasts with both hands, murmuring to herself
, "Is it really as exaggerated as Xiaojie said? But Daming seems to especially like rubbing my breasts too."

As she spoke, Xiaolu gently rubbed her large breasts, feeling the smooth texture of her breasts and
the slight hardening sensation from her fingers stroking her nipples. The heat in her heart grew stronger, as if gradually consuming
her reason.

The rising heat and itching sensation in her lower abdomen made Xiaolu involuntarily squeeze her legs together, gently
rubbing them against each other. A damp mark appeared unknowingly on her cotton panties, and the love fluid slowly flowing from her vagina
felt like , gradually overwhelming her reason.

Xiaolu's slender, jade-like fingers traced across her body, pressing precisely on the moist source.
Even through her underwear, she could feel the overflowing love fluid. Involuntarily, her fingers began
to caress, press, and circle through her underwear. With each movement, waves of pleasure surged through her excited nerves
back to her brain. Xiaolu's eyes became hazy, as if recalling those unbearable encounters of the past, as if recalling
the sweetness with Daming, as if recalling the night she reunited with Daming—did Daming
do ? Memories and pleasure surged through her brain in waves, and unconscious moans
escaped from Xiaolu's slightly parted mouth: "Mmm...mmm...ah...so hot...I'm so wet...so embarrassing..."

The feeling of being teased without actually getting to her left Xiaolu wanting more. The information from her brain made her crave the peak of pleasure
even more. She took off the only thing left on her body, her underwear, and her legs were no longer tightly closed. Her spread thighs completely
exposed to the air. The pleasure brought by her fingertips gliding directly over her vulva made Xiaolu tremble all over. Her love juice
gushed out like a dam had been opened, and Xiaolu felt her palm full of lustful fluid.

Xiaolu's fingers continued to stroke back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, occasionally rubbing her already engorged clitoris. She felt
the sheet beneath her buttocks already soaked with her ceaseless love juices, the pleasure building steadily. But Xiaolu
still didn't insert her fingers into the wet, loving opening. At this moment, how much she longed for someone to
fill , how much she hoped that person would be Daming, whom she thought of day and night.

But reality was cruel. In this metropolis where millions chase their dreams, how many girls yearn for a pair of
arms to lean on, yet still must be strong on their own? And at this very moment, was
the girl laughing and talking with Daming the one beside him? Uncontrollably, Xiaolu's longing for Daming overwhelmed the pleasure radiating from her body, causing
her to moan involuntarily, "Ah... Daming... Where are you... I miss you... I want you... Do me
... Xiaolu's... body... is still... yours..."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Xiaolu cowered like a startled kitten. But in the
next instant , her fear turned to surprise. The person who entered was—Daming! Daming strode into the room,
walked to the bedside, and his deep voice whispered in Xiaolu's ear, "You little slut, why didn't you say you missed me so much?
Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Why did you run away when I finally found you? I'm going to punish you, with my..."
"A huge, thick penis."

Da Ming said, quickly stripping off his clothes and pinning Xiao Lu beneath him. It was still
that same muscular physique, that same sharply defined face, that same powerful embrace, that same
intoxicating breath, that same thick, thick penis.

Holding Da Ming tightly, Xiao Lu, her eyes glazed, asked in a tearful, seductive voice, "Is it really you, Da
Ming? How did you get here? How did you know I was here?"

Gentle kisses rained down on Xiao Lu's cheeks, eyes, neck, and earlobes. One hand kneaded her firm
breasts. Da Ming whispered, "Remember, if I want to find you, I will find you. No matter
where be my woman."

Xiao Lu responded to Da Ming's passionate kisses, the heat in her body even stronger than when she had masturbated.
The mature masculine scent stimulated her pleasure nerves; the stronger the pleasure, the more
intense the emptiness within her body. Xiao Lu whispered dreamily in Da Ming's ear, "Come on, Da..." "Ming, my man, my husband,
come in , satisfy me."

In an instant, a feeling of fullness overwhelmed Xiaolu's entire body. Her mind was filled with endless celestial music, and Xiaolu
could only moan ecstatically: "Ah...so good...I haven't...felt
...possessed...by you...for so long...for so long...it's been so long...so long...I haven't felt...you possess me...good husband...Daming...I love you...come on...more intense...a little
...it's okay...I want you...I want you..."

Daming gently and slowly thrust in and out, each time penetrating deep into the depths of her paradise, allowing Xiaolu to feel
the tenderness and strength of her beloved man. She used all her strength to hug the man on top of her, to knead herself into
a ball, to merge into his body.

Xiaolu closed her eyes tightly, enjoying this long-lost happiness. At this moment, she felt
liberated in both body and mind.

Gradually, the frequency of the fullness increased, and Xiaolu's soul seemed to be lifted to the
heavens . Her eyes were hazy, wanting to see clearly the man she loved before her, watching her
pour love into her body.

The moment she opened her eyes, her blissful smile turned into a terrified stunned silence. The person before her was none other than—
Yang Diwei! Xiaolu struggled to push the man away, but her body, limp from being manipulated, had no
strength left. She screamed as she pushed, "How could it be you?! Where's my Daming? I was holding Daming
!"

Yang Diwei stared at the beauty with her alabaster skin with a wicked grin, saying flippantly,
"What Daming? Who are you thinking of? You're the one who asked me to fuck you, haven't you forgotten? You masturbated in front of me,
let me possess you, called me husband, called me lover, haven't you forgotten?"

Xiaolu pushed against Yang Diwei's chest, shaking her head, saying, "Impossible! Impossible! You're lying!
How possibly ask you to do such a thing!"

Yang Diwei didn't answer Xiaolu's question. His young, strong, and masculine body continued to thrust, pump, and collide within Xiaolu's
body soul.

Xiaolu continued her feeble resistance, but the pleasure within her body gradually eroded her reason. The brief clarity brought on by
fear was once again enveloped by the omnipresent pleasure in her soul, gradually disappearing and replaced
by an irresistible throbbing of her body, anticipating each deep penetration.

The pleasure swelled like a balloon, growing larger and higher, teetering on the verge of exploding. Her pushing hands
turned embraces, her desire to escape into submission, her struggles into moans—all these changes
were brought about by Yang Diwei, who stood before Xiaolu at this moment.

With a low growl from Yang Diwei, Xiaolu felt as if she had been electrocuted, her back arching, her whole body trembling. At that moment,
the balloon of pleasure within her soul and body burst, every cell seemingly liberated, love juices gushing forth like a burst dam from
her paradise , all her unease, emptiness, and loneliness seemingly expelled.

However, after the brief peak of pleasure, Xiaolu felt like an angel falling from the clouds, an endless
weakness spreading from the depths of her soul throughout her entire body. It was all over.

Xiaolu lay helplessly on the large bed, her eyes tightly closed, as if refusing to open them. She was afraid to see that
the man before her wasn't Da Ming, afraid to see him leave her. What she longed for was a passionate
embrace and kiss, a union of body and soul, but that didn't happen.

Xiaolu opened her eyes in fear. The room was the same room, but Da Ming was gone, and Yang Diwei was gone too.
The empty room was filled only with her heavy breathing, her own sweat-drenched body, and
the damp sheets.

Everything told Xiaolu that at this moment, she was alone. Da Ming or Yang Diwei,
this joyful yet terrifying encounter was just a fantasy.

It wasn't Xiaolu's first time masturbating, but this overwhelming emptiness had engulfed her
soul . Since arriving in S City, the feeling of helplessness had never been stronger.

Xiaolu thought of Daming, the man she deeply loved. Her dependence, weakness, and avoidance had
deeply hurt him. She loved him, and she wanted to find him no matter what, to tell him she was right beside him.

However, the appearance of Yang Diwei in her fantasies filled her with fear. Sex, something that both brought her pleasure and
caused her to lose her lover, made her hesitant to proceed. She feared causing him further harm.

Xiaolu silently got out of bed, went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and curled up in the bathtub, letting the cold water
wash over her, as if trying to wash away her physical and psychological inability to resist sex.

After a long while, Xiaolu stood up, quietly turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and told herself that for herself and
for Daming, she had to be independent, to become strong, and to face her weaknesses.

One thought could lead to heaven, another to hell.

Success would bring joy to all; failure would mean utter despair.

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