【She, My Goddess】(03) Author: Kai Zi

Author: Kai Zi
Word Count: 6958

(3) The goddess arrived

unknowingly on the ground floor of my "apartment". She was obviously quite tired and kept leaning on her arm. I
felt even more embarrassed and became serious. It was too sudden. From childhood to now, from my hometown to Shanghai, from the internet to
reality, from seeing a couple pass by, it all felt like watching a movie or reading a novel. Is it real?
If I take her up like this, she will definitely amaze the whole room if we run into my roommate.

Should I just take her up like this? But, we're already here, and the taxi has left. I can't keep thinking about finding
a hotel . The taxi driver quickly looked her up and down before leaving, then
glanced at me and sped away.

The sound of the engine startled her. She raised her head slightly and leaned on her arm again.

Let's just go up like this. I don't care about anything else. I'm not thinking too much. I'll just take it one step at a time. But
I should at least arrange for her to rest! Where should she sleep?

There's only one bed. It's okay if it smells a bit like a stinky odor. It's such a small single bed. "Fine, let her sleep here for the night.
Out of pity , I guess I'll just have to make do." He wondered
if these overseas returnees who had studied in Japan needed to shower. It was probably peak time for showers; he usually had to rush to shower himself.
Wait a , they were all men, how could he let her shower?

This was a headache. Thinking this, he arrived at the first floor.

"Hmm, we're here."

"We're here? Which floor?" She looked at the six-story building in this old neighborhood. Just by looking at the style, you could tell
it at least 30 years old. The kind without an elevator. She seemed a little hesitant.

"Oh, just the second floor."

"It's just a short walk. I'll help you up."

She gently pushed his arm away. "No need, do you think I'm a child? I'll follow you." Hearing
her words, she seemed to think she was the owner, so proactive.

He went upstairs first, and she followed behind. The hallway lights were dim. In this kind of old neighborhood, many residents had long since stopped paying
property management fees. So, the property management was too lazy to change light bulbs or do maintenance. Having property management at all was already a blessing.

"Are you worried? It's really dark here." Turning around, I saw she had already taken out her phone and
was shining an LED light on the stairs.

"I'll shine it for you." She held her phone high with one hand, shining the light upwards, while holding an umbrella and carrying a small LV
bag . The LV bag was white; I couldn't remember where I'd heard of it before, as LV bags were usually brown.

Oh, I remembered, it was the new girl from Anhui who exclaimed in surprise in the office, "Wow, this white
bag is also Louis Vuitton?" This prompted the bag's owner, a local girl, to lecture me with a disdainful look, "You
don't even ?" Oh dear. Since then, I've known about this kind of bag.

She seems a bit unusual. I figured she must be older than me. She'd graduated from studying abroad, worked for
a little over a year, and then returned to China. I haven't been out of university for many years either. She must be at least two years older. But, if I didn't think about it so carefully,
I wouldn't realize she was older than me. She was probably in her early twenties at most. Especially with her ponytail, she looked even younger.

Thinking this, she took out her phone, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find where the light was on. This damn phone!

It always fails at crucial moments.

Luckily, she was only focused on the road and didn't notice the phone in front of her.

"Snap!" "Ah!" she screamed.

"What's wrong?" She immediately went over to check and saw that her left foot was caught on something. She
had been so focused on shining her phone that she hadn't noticed her foot; her left trouser leg seemed to be torn, and it was a dark, dirty mess.

"Is it serious?" She crouched down to check her foot. "Does it hurt?"

Shining her phone light on it, she saw that her trouser leg was indeed torn. What bad luck! This would definitely leave a shabby impression, making her look bad.

"It's okay, let's go, we're almost there, right?" She naturally hung the umbrella on her wrist and reached out to pull her up
.

"Yes, almost there, but don't worry, just shine your phone on your feet, you don't need to shine it on me. I'm used to walking like this,
it'll be fine." Looking at her, still uneasy, he said, "Or you can hold my hand

and shine your phone on the ground, it'll be over after just one flight of stairs."

He reached out his hand to her. "Okay." She didn't flinch, readily taking his hand.

Their fingers intertwined, he felt her soft, slightly cold, and a little damp hand. The softness of her fingers
made him squeeze her hand again, holding her delicate fingers tightly.

"Don't worry, this is the first step." Turning past the dimly lit stairwell, they reached the bottom of the stairs to the second floor.

"Okay, I'll be careful this time, you go ahead," she whispered.

He also shone his phone on the ground. If it were daytime, his face would be clearly visible, red and swollen.

Almost there, away from this damn stairwell. It's like a slum, worse than the house back home. Thinking
this , he squeezed her hand again.

At the door, he released her hand and reached for his apartment key. With a clatter, she could find the door even with her eyes closed,
and locate the keyhole. But a beam of light shone on the door, illuminating the keyhole.

"Thank you, I found it." How embarrassing! She shouldn't have brought her home, she thought. She was so thoughtful; from the moment
she saw the building, up to the third floor, and opened the door, she never showed any sign of disgust or hesitation, always thinking of the place,
illuminating the way and the door.

"Click!" The door opened.

The living room lights weren't on. Hmm? Those guys didn't come back today? Out partying again! Perfect,
I didn't want them to see.

She turned on the living room lights, only the wall lamps, afraid that turning on the chandelier or main light

would expose the "dirty mess" of the room!

Actually, there was no need to see; the smell of smoke was enough to be annoying! She never smoked,
and although she was used to living here, she still hated it. She wondered what she would think.

She turned to look at her. "Please come in."

She peeked in. "Wow, it's quite big."

She didn't know if it was a compliment or something else. He had never formally told her that he lived in a shared apartment. His main
worry was how to bring it up.

"Come to this room, I live here."

He pointed to a door on the left with his left hand, hung his umbrella on a hook by the door with his right, and reached out to pull her closer. But she had already
deftly hung her umbrella on a hook beside her, stepped forward, and

said, "Oh, excuse me, you need to change your shoes before coming in!" She then stepped back.

Change shoes? He paused, momentarily stunned. Then, realizing what she meant, he quickly said, "No need, just come in. This is a rental apartment,
an old room, come on in."

"Really not going?" she asked softly, then stepped inside and walked towards the living room sofa.

"Hey, no!" she quickly stopped her. How could she sit there? It was dirty and messy, not to mention there was
a hole . But that didn't matter; the important thing was that she couldn't sit there. When those wolves came back, they'd probably be making a ruckus all night, no
peace and quiet. There were three

households in the same building. Originally, it was one of the rooms in a two-bedroom apartment, but the sub-landlord had partitioned the large room in half,
making it three households. She lived in one of the larger rooms. Another household, a young man from Jiangxi named Li Dong, had brought
a chubby girl who had stayed one night after three months. The girl was then "
harassed . The Jiangxi young man brought different women home every few days, so he didn't care that his girlfriend was
being harassed, but she herself couldn't stand it anymore. I usually don't participate in their "programs," but later the three of them went out
noisily again. Around midnight, I felt someone come in and go straight to the small room.

I don't know if the Jiangxi boy came back that day; I didn't see either of them before I got up for work the next day.
I get up quite early to catch the subway to work in Pudong, which takes at least an hour and a half. I have to squeeze on and
transfer to another line; I don't have time to sleep in. I'm completely different from those two night owls who stay up late.

I wonder where they went today. I'm anxious to take her to my room before they come back
.

I shouldn't have come back here. Maybe I should find a budget hotel nearby and rent a standard room?

"You can't sit here, that sofa is broken!" I hurriedly told her, taking a few steps to grab her
arm. "Be careful, I rent this place with some friends, all guys, so we're not very tidy. Don't mind."

It's better to be upfront than not.

"Oh, okay, it's alright," she said, a little embarrassed.

"So, where are you...?"

"I'm staying in this room." He pointed to the door again. "Do you need a change of clothes or anything?"

"Oh, no, I'll talk about it when I get back tomorrow morning." She then said, "Can I use the toilet to wash my face
?"

This question is so embarrassing. It's like three monks having no water to drink; the toilet and kitchen are the least cleaned
places, especially the toilet. Now I have to go even if I'm embarrassed.

"Here it is, the toilet." He led her to the toilet door, turned on the door and the light, immediately bent down, grabbed
a few sheets of toilet paper, and checked the toilet seat. When he turned around, he saw her smiling at him.

"It's okay, I know you men don't pay much attention to these things, I... it's fine, you,
go out a while." She waved her hand as she spoke, tossing her hair, pulling off the headband that held her hair,
and holding it in her hand, saying, "I'm fine, really." Feeling embarrassed to stay standing there any longer, he backed out,
closing the door behind him. He then realized his bladder was really full; the last time he went to the toilet was at 8 o'clock, almost three hours
ago .

No, I can tidy up the house now while she's in the bathroom; there's still time.

With this sudden inspiration, I quickly opened the door, turned on the light, and gathered up the unwashed clothes from under the bed, on the chair backs,
on the walls , and even on the floor. I opened the closet and threw them inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief; the biggest problem was solved. "Oh no," I whispered.
There was still a wad of tissues on the computer desk! I quickly crumpled the tissues up and stuffed them in my pocket, then
opened . A wave of humid, slightly cooler air blew in, carrying away the slight musty smell.

I grabbed the air conditioner remote from the computer desk and turned it on.

Click! The air conditioner turned on and immediately started blowing air. I breathed a sigh of relief, put the remote
down, and pulled the blankets back up, rolling them up neatly to the foot of the bed.

Luckily, I usually pay attention to personal hygiene and like to tidy up the house; there's really nothing in the house that needs
frequent cleaning. A table, two chairs, a wardrobe, and a bed—that was all the furniture.

A large travel suitcase stood next to the wardrobe; everything else was empty.

After all, he only had so much money; he didn't have the confidence to spend it all on these things. He took

a breath, sweating profusely, more than he'd sweated on the way here. He turned to see what was wrong with her. Just then,
he heard a soft voice calling from inside the bathroom, "Liu Yue, could you come for a second?"

He was at the bathroom door when he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Come in, the door's open."

He was about to open the door when he thought about it again. Today's events felt like Xu Xian meeting Bai Suzhen, or like
a ghost story. Could she be a fox spirit?

Ugh, how ridiculous of him. He opened the door with a snap, and saw her with her back to him, her back bent, her round,
fleshy buttocks perfectly outlined in tight pants, standing on one leg, head down, one foot resting
on the toilet, seemingly looking at something. I took a step behind her and noticed that she was of average build, with her high-set
hips just below my waist.

"Do you have any rubbing alcohol or anything to clean wounds?" she asked anxiously.

Ah! I hesitated for a moment, then realized that her foot had been scraped by something in the stairwell, and it was probably cut.

"Let me see what happened."

I turned around, came to her side, squatted down, and looked closely. Indeed, there was a scratch on her ankle. It shouldn't be too
serious, but blood was seeping out, and it looked quite painful.

"Oh dear, we don't really have any of those at home. We, we men, don't usually use these for wounds.
I'm sorry . I, I'll look for a Band-Aid."

I got up and searched around the sink, and actually found one, a Band-Aid with a cartoon design. It looked like it
was for children. I wondered if Li Dong or Wang Guanghui had been playing with toddlers or what.

Oh well, something's better than nothing. I opened it and took it to her. "Shouldn't you wash it with water first?"

I asked.

"Yes, can I wash here?" She asked, then realized her question sounded odd, and quickly added,
"Could you turn on the water for me? I'm afraid I won't know how."

She had already turned on the bathroom tap, the sound of the water and the showerhead drowning out her voice.

"What did you say?" she asked.

She hopped over on one leg, casually placing one hand on the door and the other rolling up her trouser leg. "Nothing, you...you, could you
move aside? I

can do it myself." Her foot was already inside the bathroom glass door, and she was holding the showerhead, water running.
Looking at her fair, slightly thin feet, she said, "I'll wash them for you. Just bear with the pain."

Hearing this, she frowned and said through gritted teeth, "Okay." "Will it hurt a lot?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"No, your wound is fine." Just as he was about to rinse it with water, he added, "Hold the door for a moment,
I'll get a towel, wait a minute."

He brought the towel and bent down again. "Can I lift your trouser leg? Hold onto my back." His tone was half-
commanding , and she obediently complied. He grabbed her trouser leg and calf with one hand. "I'm rinsing it."

While reminding her, he first rinsed her feet.

"Ah! Hot!" she cried, quickly pulling her foot back.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't pay attention to the temperature." He'd made a mistake in his haste, not noticing
that was quite hot.

She broke out in a cold sweat again. "

Are you alright?"

"It's okay, not too hot, just a little sudden. Let's try again, this time I'm prepared."

He looked at her feet; they weren't red. He was terrified, thinking he'd scalded her. That would have been incredibly embarrassing
.

He rolled up her trouser leg again, steadying her calf, preparing to rinse her. One of her hands gently rested on
his back; this time it felt warm, not as cold as before.

"I'm going to rinse now, be careful," he reminded her, remembering he'd already warned her before rinsing, which
had still startled her, so he paused, then asked, "Is it okay?"

She patted his back, "Yes, it's okay," she whispered, sounding a little shy.

This time the water rinsed her heels, slowly rising to her ankles. Her toes seemed to tighten briefly, then
quickly relaxed.

She patted his back again, "It's okay, it's not a serious injury, a rinse will do."

"Could you... use a tissue to dry me off?"

He hesitated, then realized he'd kindly brought a towel to help her dry herself; this girl was probably a bit of a germaphobe,
why would she just use a stranger's towel?

"Yes, I do, wait a moment, I'll get it."

Actually, he had one in his pocket, which he took out and handed to her. She jumped back to the toilet, still resting her feet on
the lid, gently drying them.

I walked over and handed her some tissues, saying, "I'll wait for you outside. Here's a Band-Aid." I grabbed the
half-open cartoon Band-Aid from the counter and handed it to her.

This time she hesitated, weakly saying, "Could you help me put it on? I... I'm a little... not very good at it."

She added, "Thank you."

I knelt down and helped her put the Band-Aid on. The wound wasn't big, and the small cartoon Band-Aid covered it perfectly.
This time I realized the cartoon character was the heroine from the Hollywood animated film Frozen from a few years ago. The scene showed
the heroine, Qianrou, with her arm half-raised, smiling.

She was even cuter, more charming, and sexier than the animated heroine.

"It's okay. It's alright. But I still have to apologize," I said, looking up. Just then, I saw her
looking down, leaning against my knees, staring at me. Suddenly, I looked up and we were face-to-face. Her
nose was almost touching. A gentle breath, light and delicate, brushed against his forehead, filling the air with a sweet fragrance that was intoxicating and captivating. An

awkward silence hung in the air. She lifted him, offering a shy smile. "Really all better?"

he asked, scratching his nose. "Yes, I should be fine

. It's just a small cut, a minor scrape." He then added, "Should I go out and wait for you?"

She hesitated for a moment. "Oh, are you also going to the bathroom? I just need to wash my face. Shall I go first?"

Actually, he hadn't asked her to use the bathroom, but her question made the urge to urinate even
stronger

. Embarrassed, he said, "Why don't you go out for a bit? I'll be right back." She quickly replied, "Okay," and hurriedly turned and left. Her swaying waist, accentuated by the tight
brown leather belt, appeared even more supple and slender.

Only as she closed the door did she remember the intense urge to urinate.

When she finally came out after washing up, it was almost 11:30. Her roommate hadn't returned yet.
Generally speaking , if she's not back by this time, she probably won't be back tonight, or even if she is, it won't be until the early hours of the morning.

She had already removed her makeup. Looking at them with a hint of smugness
, she said, "Luckily, I brought my makeup remover too." Her smug expression was almost comical.

Women are truly amazing creatures. They manage to pack all their makeup and makeup removal tools into such a small
bag . Unlike me, who doesn't even
carry a bag when I go out. Lately, I've been using Alipay on my phone for payments, and I'm too lazy to even take out my wallet. If it weren't for the occasional ID checks by the police on the subway, I
really .

"When is your roommate coming back?" she asked.

"Probably not. It's already this late." Then, pointing to the bed, she said, "Come rest here."

She paused for a moment after walking in, then went straight to a chair in the room.

"You should rest here. You look tired. You can't sit on my chair all night, can you?"

"I... I'm fine now. I slept for a while in the car. You should rest." Then, she asked softly and shyly,
"If you don't mind, would you sit and chat with me for a while?"

Of course, who would go to a stranger's house and immediately "smoke out the monks" and lie down on the bed to sleep? Letting
the host sit all night? She was so considerate of others' feelings.

She certainly wouldn't do that. "Of course I'd love to, but I'm afraid you'll get tired." Saying this, she pulled over another chair and sat down, then got up and
went to the door. "You don't mind if I close the door, do you?"

"Not at all." She chuckled. "I'm all alone at your house."

She added, "You can keep the door closed. I'm not afraid you'll eat me." Hahaha, her clear laughter rang out again.

She felt relieved, closed the door, went back to pull up the back of her chair, put her hands on the back, and sat opposite her.

"Could you please use a smaller light? I think your overhead light is too bright at night, it's a bit glaring," she
said, squinting. Half her eyes were bloodshot; she was definitely tired.

Luckily, there was a table lamp and a bedside lamp. She switched them on and sat back down.

But they fell into an awkward silence again.

"Would you like something to drink?" To break the silence, he got up and walked outside, asking her as he did so.

"Do you have any alcoholic beverages?"

"Alcohol?" She hesitated for a moment, then immediately understood. "You have beer, right? I'll go check."

He returned with two cold cans of German beer. He handed her one, and they both popped it open simultaneously.
The wine belonged to the sub-landlord; after all, this guy often took my things, and today he was offering it up as a favor.

"Mmm, delicious!" She seemed to take a big gulp before putting down the wine jug on the table.

The table lamp illuminated half of her face, while the bedside lamp shone from behind, highlighting her features.
She appeared full-figured and alluring, her curves even more graceful. Her hair, simply tied up, cascaded down
one .

Her face flushed, she launched into a long monologue.

I listened to her ramble on for a while, but it all seemed rambling and I barely heard the details.

Basically, she was talking about how she met her boyfriend, how they didn't spend much time together after he returned home, and how he
was clearly busy running his company and socializing. She discovered that after he went back to China, he had already been seeing two female classmates—one
from high school and one from university. She had discovered these relationships unintentionally and was heartbroken. The online chat
was something she received in a bottle while she was heartbroken and couldn't sleep after discovering the first affair. Later, she
discovered a second one, so after much consideration, she decided to break up. She thought that since the other person had wronged her and proposed the breakup,
it would be acceptable, but unexpectedly…

that's roughly it. I didn't hear the whole thing, but I was captivated by her beautiful voice and appearance. Suddenly, she arrived at my humble abode, and the world seemed to
turn upside down. I had no interest in listening to these stories of men and women. It was just such a mess. I thought to myself, if I
had such captivating beauty, how could I possibly have an affair?

I occasionally responded with a few words, and gradually their voices softened, and they sat closer together.

Women are so emotional. Without thinking, I asked, "So, why
were you so scared when you saw him again?"

Just as I asked this, she finished speaking and was wiping tears with the hand resting on the computer desk. She
reached out with her other hand to take the tissue and wipe her tears again. Hearing the question, I was startled! My entire upper body straightened, and my legs
stiffened pressed together.

"What? What did you say?"

"Oh, I saw you get nervous when you entered your apartment complex. He won't hurt you, will he?" She changed
her question, trying to soften the situation.

"Oh...yes, I...I'm not afraid of him. I just don't want to see him again today," she
said softly. A tissue she'd used to wipe her tears was crumpled in her hand.

She bit her red lips lightly, leaving a tooth mark.

"He's a pervert!"

Her words were shocking!

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