My Taiwanese girlfriend who studied in the US

We first got to know each other on a group project. Our teacher assigned us to discuss news censorship in Asia. We each diligently read and researched, then discussed the topic. We cooperated well. We often sat face-to-face in the library, communicating via MSN. Lunch was sandwiches. In the evenings, I would treat her to a drink at a bar. Our friendship grew stronger every day. I loved listening to her Mandarin. It was soft, gentle, and sweet, as if she were always being affectionate with me. During class discussions, she sharply contrasted mainland China and Taiwan, saying that mainland China had a backward system while Taiwan's news system was very advanced, even freer than the US in many ways, effectively exercising its oversight function over the government. Back then, I was a genuine patriotic and passionate young man, eagerly anticipating the liberation of the Taiwanese people and their return to the mainland. How could I tolerate such treasonous remarks? So, in class, we openly argued about it. The result was that our group assignment failed because neither of us could reach a conclusion and we couldn't convince each other. Calming down, I thought: I'm on a scholarship; if I fail, where will I find the tuition for next year? Others are paying for their own tuition and don't care about that. Besides, Taiwan's return isn't solely my responsibility; even if I gave up my scholarship, Taiwan wouldn't return overnight. So, I found her, and on a dark and stormy night, we went to a bar and had a heart-to-heart talk. I basically told her I hadn't considered things carefully and hoped she could understand; we needed to continue working hard to complete the group assignment. She probably understood too, and we resolved our differences, laughing heartily. That's when I learned that she was from Taoyuan, but her parents were divorced, and she moved to Taipei with her mother. Her mother remarried, had an unfortunate marriage, and then divorced again. Now she lived alone. From then on, our relationship progressed rapidly. One weekend, we went to the supermarket together. When we got back, she cooked, and I ate. Of course, after a satisfying meal, lust arose. Neither of us was inexperienced. We were also deeply in love. The moment I entered her, I thought of Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring: "Following the stream, at first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for a person to pass through. After walking dozens of times, it suddenly opened up." I loved her moans. They were soft, almost unbearable groans. I loved her movements. Gently and slowly moving her body, giving me signals of either a fierce attack or a light thrust. The first time, we tasted the great river crab of life. The loud splashing at our point of contact was like rowing a small boat through a soft, squeezing passage in the gentle night, dark yet incredibly exciting. As the ship passed through the passageway and finally reached its destination, the bow exploded, shooting brilliant fireworks into the sky. As the fireworks slowly faded, she hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. I heard her satisfied cry: "Lan, I love you so much." We partied day and night. When she wasn't in class, she would come to my rented apartment, wearing only an apron, and cook for me. Often, before the meal was finished, lovemaking would begin. [The End]

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