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[Between Two Points] (17-) 

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 10732
Chapter Seventeen: The Five Elements, Abundant Water
I quickly turned back, pushed open the bathroom door, and closed it behind me. She was sitting on the sink, giggling, her
two long, slender, white legs swinging back and forth. She had taken off her stockings sometime earlier, her high heels lying on the corner
, one standing upright, the other flat on the floor.
"I can't leave now, I'll just have to wait until my colleague goes to sleep," I said helplessly in a low voice.
"What should I do? I'm so hungry," she pouted.
"It's all your fault, you deserve to starve! If you hadn't barged in, if you hadn't dawdled,
this wouldn't have happened today." I vented my anger on her, my voice low but furious.
She was startled, stunned, no longer finding it amusing. Her face turned pale and then red, she
jumped off the sink, grabbed her white handbag, and stormed off barefoot. I quickly grabbed her around the waist
.
"My dear little darling, don't be impulsive!" I practically begged her. Her waist was so supple, and her stomach was
perfectly flat.
"I'm hungry! I need to eat!" she emphasized again, insisting she was starving.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll buy it for you in a minute," I said.
"Really?" she asked.
"Really, I'm scared of you," I said.
"Okay, let me think about it." She held her head high, walked back to the sink with pride, sat down, and rested her chin on
her hand, deep in thought.
"Are you ready?" I was getting impatient.
"Let me think about it!" she snapped, and I deflated like a persimmon squeezed in someone's hand.
"Braised pork intestines!" she finally decided.
I quickly slipped out, head down, and ran outside. As I passed the living room, Sister Shu was chatting
animatedly with the girl. Sister Shu called out to me, "Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"
I said nervously, "I'm going to get some food; I'm hungry."
"Get me one too, we're hungry too," she said, asking the girl what she wanted to eat. The girl
raised her delicate face, which had been lowered, and said, "Braised pork intestines." I felt like I recognized her.
"Then I'll have some braised pork intestines too," Sister Shu said. Good heavens, what's going on today? It's all braised pork
intestines, as if we'd planned it. But it's not surprising; there's a famous "Old Lady's Pork Intestines" restaurant on the street, and
it's always packed at mealtimes.
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She turned and ran towards Sister Shu like a bird returning to its nest. Sister Shu reached
out and pinched her plump, round buttocks, which were encased in her sweatpants. She shrieked and swayed her slender waist to dodge, glancing back at me
. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. From the stairwell came the sounds of their playful banter and laughter as they
went upstairs one after the other.
Chapter Eighteen: As I Heard
I had been waiting for them to go to sleep. Luckily, they went to bed early today. I tiptoed to
the bathroom, opened the door, and saw Hu Qianqian squatting against the wall, head down, tears welling in her eyes. She looked
so sad and dejected. I suddenly felt a little guilty; for my so-called pride, I had "imprisoned" her
for so long. She looked up and saw me, her sexy lips parting in delight as she was about to speak. I quickly
put my index finger to my lips and shushed her, pointing to the ceiling above the bathroom. Sister Shu's loft
was on the beam, spanning the two bathrooms. The sounds of them playing and laughing before going to sleep could be clearly
heard upstairs.
She was startled and silently put on her stockings. Just as she was about to put on her high heels, I gestured to stop her;
the loud sound of high heels would definitely be heard upstairs. She stood there blankly, unsure what to
do. I took the white handbag from the sink and placed it in her hand, then turned my back to her and bent down. She hesitated for
a second or two, then slowly leaned onto my back. I wrapped my arms around her legs and walked outside. Her full breasts
pressed against my back, the ticklish warmth slowly seeping through our clothes, making my
blood slowly rise. Her short skirt barely covered her thighs, and through the thin stockings, I could feel
how soft her thighs were, as if they were about to burst with moisture. She gently rested her chin on my shoulder, her
warm breath tickling my earlobe like the fragrance of magnolia blossoms.
When we got to the reception area, I tried to gently place her on the sofa, but she refused, so I ended up
lying down on it myself. "I'm so sorry..." I apologized softly. "It
's a big cleaning tonight, and we don't have any customers. I'm the one who should apologize for causing you so much trouble,"
she said, putting on her high heels.
"Where are we going next?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "You've been delayed so long, won't your boss beat you up when you get back?" I
asked worriedly, remembering the man who beat women with a paper-mache steel pipe that night.
"I work alone," she said somberly. I knew that those who worked alone often didn't get paid by their customers.
"Shall I see you out?" I said to her as I saw her stand up to leave.
"No need, what's your phone number? I'll come find you." She took out her phone to write down the number.
I gave her my number, and she tried calling it once before hanging up. She tidied her hair, walked
towards the glass door, and went out. Listening to the sound of her high heels slowly descending the stairs and fading into the distance, I couldn't help but feel
a little lost. She was like a leaf swept up by an autumn wind, drifting to me and then silently drifting away.
I worried that she would disappear from my life like Lu Shuang had.
I went to the front desk. Xin'er had sent me several messages. I glanced at them; they said she had already left
work and asked what I was doing. I replied, but no one answered for a long time. I checked the time; it was past ten o'clock.
Maybe she was asleep. Feeling utterly bored, I did what I always did: pulled down the company's shutter, came back,
turned off the computer sound, opened an AV website, and started watching in full screen. While doing so, I loosened my belt and slipped my hand
into my pants, gently stroking it. A light rain began to fall outside, and the wind rustled the leaves outside the window.
A soft rustling sound came from the screen.
I watched this silent, sensual scene: a beautiful European woman sitting on a large penis, rising and falling,
her expression one of boundless pleasure. My desire slowly built up; I needed to urinate. I turned off the screen, quietly and
calmly walked to the bathroom, silently closed the door, took out my burning penis, aimed it at the toilet, closed
my eyes slightly, and gently began to stroke it. Sometimes, looking at it, I felt a surge of pride; it
was already quite large back in junior high, and now it was even longer. Images of her black stockings and her full
, round buttocks flashed through my mind. Just as I was lost in this silent pleasure,
the sound of a body moving came from the attic, creaking the floorboards, accompanied by a soft moan.
"So hot…" I heard a low voice say.
"Take it off!" It was Sister Shu's voice.
"Mmm..." Yu Miao's voice, like a whisper from a dream, slipped through the cracks in the floorboards and into
my ears, possessing a fatal allure.
"You little slut, hmm, you're a bit wet!" Sister Shu said. "Ugh, no, you're the one who's wet!"
Yu Miao said, somewhat contradicting herself.
"Try it with your finger, and you'll know." Sister Shu teased.
"Ah, it really is wet, a little wet. You're so horny!" Yu Miao seemed to have reached out and touched Sister Shu's private parts
.
"Did you bring it?" Sister Shu asked.
"What? Oh, no, you didn't bring it. Use your hand." Yu Miao said.
"No, I want you to lick it." Sister Shu said.
"No... you bad guy." Yu Miao screamed, her voice suddenly cut off, perhaps realizing she was being
too loud and afraid I, at the front desk, would hear. "Hurry up, stop pretending. Judging by how you're teasing Xiao Yu,
I know you really want it." Sister Shu mentioned me.
"What do you mean? But look at Xiaoyu, he's so lecherous, look at the way he looks at me..." Yu Miao said, my face
burning.
"Really? I didn't notice. I thought Xiaoyu was pretty proper." Sister Shu said, and I felt flattered.
So that's how good Sister Shu thought I was.
"Proper? He's got such a big thing down there, making my crotch stick out so high. If I were you, hehe..."
Yu Miao chuckled softly. I should have known she was so lewd.
"So what if it is you? He's down there. Go ahead and let his big cock fuck you to death." Sister Shu giggled
.
"I'm not afraid at all. I'd love to. It's been so long since I've used a real cock. I don't even know what it feels like anymore."
Yu Miao said.
"Then go ahead, you slut!" Sister Shu got a little angry, like she was jealous.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. You're my favorite. Men are all bad, all sluts." Yu Miao gently
comforted Sister Shu. I didn't understand why they hated men so much.
"Hmm, can you spread your legs a little wider?" Sister Shu said, and I could imagine her impatient expression.
"Hmm, then slowly go down, slowly go down..." Yu Miao's voice grew softer and softer, finally turning into
a weak moan: "Ah...oh...oh...oh...oh..." Accompanied by the "slap slap slap"
sound of a dog licking paste, I followed this lewd rhythm, grasping the bulging thing and moving it around. I don't know why
, but it was particularly hard today.
"Hmm...a little higher with your tongue, lick that spot, it's so itchy." Yu Miao asked weakly.
"Ah...I didn't reach it, a little higher...a little higher." Sister Shu was really clumsy. I wished
I was the one lying between her legs, but it's understandable, they had the lights off.
"No..." Yu Miao groaned a long aria, as if she was about to suffocate from the pain.
"You slut, I'll lick you to death, let's see if you're still so slutty?" Sister Shu said in a low, heavy voice.
"I'm a slut, I want... I want... Oh... Suck it hard, it feels so good, don't stop...
Ah... Ah... Don't stop... Ah... Ah..." Yu Miao's breathing became more and more rapid, louder and louder
, more and more unrestrained. I knew she was almost there, and I moved quickly, trying to keep up with the rhythm.
"Ugh..." A long groan
came from upstairs. I had been waiting for this explosive moment, and it finally arrived as expected. A thick stream of hot semen gushed out rapidly, slapping against the white tiles of the bathroom. I
learned this damn way of releasing my pent-up desires when I was in the first year of high school. I had felt inexplicably ashamed and
guilty afterward, but in college, I learned from my classmates and from posts on adult websites that masturbation was not my
exclusive domain. As a virile young man in his twenties, it was perfectly normal.
Even with this clear understanding, I still feel a faint sense
of shame and guilt as I face the end of my desires. Along with the emptiness brought on by physical exhaustion, desire subtly diminishes while morality
quietly grows, just as I feel right now. Sometimes I think that two other incarnations reside within me,
a demon and a Buddha, constantly waxing and waning, endlessly battling.
After a series of rustling sounds of papers being pulled, the attic fell silent again, as if none of this
had actually happened above me, as if it were just my imagination. But the semen I ejaculated
was real, slowly and forcefully drawing straight lines on the bathroom tiles,
like a clumsy little white snake with a round head that couldn't move its body. Finally, like thick pine
resin, it slowly slid to the corner of the wall, gradually fading and becoming transparent, forming puddles on the white floor tiles
, eventually merging into a large, irregular cloud-like pattern.
I stumbled out of the restroom, rested briefly on the sofa in the reception area, and waited for
the fatigue from masturbation to subside. Then, I stood up and trudged heavily back to the restroom, deliberately making
a lot of noise so that Sister Shu would think I had only woken up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. I urinated, washed my glans, and
rinsed the semen stains on the wall before going to the sofa in the office, covering myself with a blanket,
and curling up to fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter Nineteen: Dawn
I woke up just before dawn; I'd made it a habit to wake up at this time—because...
The cleaning lady usually comes around this time; I knew it was about seven o'clock without even checking the time,
the dark night still lingering. The blanket on the sofa was already warm from my body heat. I stretched out
my arms and legs, hiding under the blanket, lost in thought, trying to grasp the tail end of last night's dream, but I couldn't remember anything.
I listened intently, waiting for the cleaning lady's knock.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The annoying knocking on the roller shutter finally sounded. I had been anticipating this sound, not because
I liked it, but because I actually hated it—it made me restless,
it was just part of my job. Reluctantly, I got off the warm sofa, slipped on my shoes,
and sleepily went to open the door. The cleaning lady's kind and gentle smile couldn't ease my anger. I didn't understand
why she didn't come to clean during the day, but instead chose to do it when everyone was sound asleep. I glanced at her, then
silently returned to the sofa in my office, continuing to feign sleep. Because I simply couldn't sleep, I knew perfectly well that
I was no longer capable of falling asleep at this moment. The aunt's clattering footsteps,
the sound of rinsing the mop in the bathroom, the grating, maddening sound of wiping the glass table, the hissing and scraping
of paper being gathered, the swishing and mopping of the floor… all these sounds mingled together, like countless flies
buzzing around my head, impossible to shake off. I pulled the blanket over my head, but I could still faintly hear
these cacophony of sounds. It felt like an eternity before I finally heard the creak of the glass door opening, followed
by the whoosh of the roller shutter being pulled down. Only then did I peek out from under the blanket. For some reason, at that moment, these
sounds seemed incredibly pleasant. I breathed in the fresh air deeply, and the walls and trees outside slowly began to reveal   their faint outlines
in the darkness .
Dawn was breaking, and my body was slowly waking up. I knew that every morning when I
woke up, my body, like that little horse, would stand tall and proud in my underwear, ready to leap, until finally
standing erect and refusing to submit. This morning was no different; it was painfully swollen, even a little sore. I reached in
and gently soothed it. I really wanted to say to it, "Hey, buddy, I'm so sorry for the past month!"
I thought of Lu Shuang's smile again, wondering what she was doing now, or if she had been in a car accident that day… I slapped
myself, telling myself to stop thinking like that.
Just as I was sincerely apologizing to it, I heard the sound of the tap running from the bathroom
. Sister Shu wouldn't be up this early, would she? She's always still in bed when I'm off work. I listened carefully; it sounded
like she was washing her face. I remembered—Yu Miao! There was still some time before I got off work; judging by the dim light
, it would probably be two hours. I'd better take a nap. Thinking this, I
drifted off again into a drowsy state under the warm blankets .
In my hazy sleep, I heard hurried footsteps pacing back and forth in the reception area, mixed with the rustling of clothes
and the gurgling sound of the water dispenser. In my dream, all of this seemed to drag on. The footsteps
slowly approached, towards the office, and finally entered, reaching my sofa.
A large, blurry, dark shadow obscured my vision. I'd had this nightmare many times. I tried
desperately to wake up, screaming and shouting, knowing I was dreaming. Half-awake, half-asleep, I saw the dark figure
, so slender and graceful, its gait so elegant, its sneakers creaking on the wooden floor. The shadow
sat quietly on the headboard, right above my head, remaining motionless for a long time. I felt that this body
had density and weight, a real and tangible presence. A warm hand gently brushed across my forehead, and I
finally struggled awake with a shout. I sat up lazily, only to have my mouth covered by that hand. I turned and
saw Yu Miao; she smiled gently in the soft morning light. "Did I scare you?"
"A little. Why are you up so early?" I patted my chest to calm my breathing.
"I have to catch the early bus to work," she said softly. After a pause, she asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"
I reached for my clothes on the back of the sofa, found a cigarette and a lighter, and handed them to her. She took one out
, put it in her mouth, gave me back the lighter, and leaned over, saying, "Light it for me. I like the way you light a cigarette."
I lit the lighter and handed it to her. She stretched out her arm, her fingers gently resting on my hand, took
two deep drags, and slowly exhaled the smoke. I looked at the morning light outside and felt it hadn't changed much
, never really brightening. I asked her, "What time is it?" She said, "It's 7:15, still early." She lowered her head
and didn't speak, just puffing on her cigarette, the butt glowing red like a star in the dark night.
Yu Miao was wearing a light gray cotton t-shirt and orange-yellow sweatpants, with white mesh running
shoes on her feet. Her fair face was dazzling in the dim light. She looked up at the outside and said, "Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
Her arrival had made me a little flustered.
I said, "No, what about you?" I had, but that was a long time ago.
She exhaled a smoke ring and said softly, "I had, but I don't want any more!" Her expression was somewhat melancholy, and it
didn't seem fake.
I didn't know what to say. Some people say that girls who smoke have many sad stories, and I didn't want to touch on her
past. I remained silent. She turned her head and stared at me: "Do you want it?"
"What?" I looked at her eyes, a little confused. I didn't know if she meant "girl" or "that."
I wanted to confirm.
Our eyes met for a moment, and she lowered her head in alarm. It wasn't very bright yet, and I couldn't see if her face
was red.
"Is Sister Shu asleep?" I voiced my concern.
"I don't know. She acquiesced. You know, we're dating." She seemed a little braver and raised
her head to speak.
"Won't she be unhappy?" I said. If it's a relationship, jealousy is probably inevitable.
"We only make love..." Her voice was a little hoarse. I didn't know if she meant "me and
her" or "her and Sister Shu."
"Only make love?" I didn't know what that meant. Sometimes sex and love are inseparable, just like me.
Although my relationship with Lu Shuang was just a fleeting affair, I felt I had truly fallen in love with her, and I couldn't stop thinking
about her.
Chapter Twenty: Beyond Love
She leaned down above my head, took the cigarette from my lips with two slender fingers, and placed it between my lips. I
couldn't resist opening my lips and taking the half-smoked cigarette. She reached over and touched my hair, my forehead, and my cheeks
, slipping her hand inside my collar, her fingers roaming over my chest. My hands, which were supporting my upper body, went limp, and I tilted
my head and fell onto the sofa. That real hand, those real fingers, swept across my back,
gently pressing on my broad shoulder blades, trembling and caressing my spine. The trembling of her warm palm spread throughout my
entire body.
She stood up, and I rolled over and lay on my back watching her. In the soft light streaming in from outside, she began
to take off her pants; everything seemed so natural. Her movements were unhurried, yet without hesitation, pulling
down her underwear along with her clothes, leaving her pants and shoes crumpled on the floor. In the dim, hazy morning light, a
shapely, voluptuous woman's body stood serenely and openly on the wooden floor, naked from the waist down, radiating boundless vitality . Her long, seaweed-like hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her well-proportioned yet firm breasts   trembled silently beneath her
oversized t- shirt. Her legs were long and flowing, supple yet strong, and her full, slightly upturned buttocks gleamed   with a faint white light. Between her legs, a small patch of alluring pubic hair, understated yet elegant, added to the scene.   I stared at her, my cigarette burning down to its last embers, the long butt finally giving way beneath the weight,   the accumulated smoke shattering softly on the floor. She came over, bent down, and pulled back the blanket, unbuttoning   my shirt one button at a time, expertly unbuckling my belt, and calmly removing my underwear, exposing my throbbing desire   . I bent my knees to make it easier for her to pull down. She stopped at the back of her knees, straddled   the narrow sofa in her oversized t-shirt, and lay on top of me, kissing my forehead and cheeks. She found my lips, pried open my   teeth, and her tongue emerged from between my soft lips, slipping between mine, prying open my teeth and entering.   She found my tongue, and I found hers! The hot breath between us spread rapidly,   both of us breathing heavily through our nostrils, passionately sucking on each other's tongues, intertwining and refusing to let go.   My hands slid restlessly to her buttocks, pulling her t-shirt up. She straightened up and took the t-shirt off her   head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her smooth, white breasts bounced out like rabbits. Her shapely,   smooth upper body was shamelessly exposed in the gradually brightening morning light, her dark red nipples chasing my   gaze. My fingers caressed her rounded breasts, like touching two velvet balls, the bright   red cherries full and ready to burst… Her breathing quickened, as if the blood in her veins was boiling, she tilted her head back and stretched her neck   to exhale towards the ceiling. Her fair arms braced against my knees, she thrust her chest towards me forcefully,   towards me… I could even feel her pubic hair, a soft tuft there, tickling my lower abdomen   . She supported herself with her knees, lifting her buttocks to create extra space. Her hands groped from behind, grasping   my penis, which was already hard and erect, as hard as a rock.   She gently grasped my glans, silently pressing it against the warm, moist pubic hair, trying to guide it into   her body. The glans seemed to be sucked in, slowly entering her. I felt the slippery flesh gradually   engulf my heat, soft and warm like amniotic fluid, instantly enveloping my consciousness   , completely sealing it away. This feeling made me panic. Yet everything was like a speeding train, chosen by her,   not by me, and I had no time to choose. I couldn't stop the train's momentum. She swayed   her hips like waves, changing the way she rotated her hips, spinning like a millstone, her seaweed-like long hair   bouncing restlessly on her perfect shoulders. I was slowly swallowed into the devil's swamp. The branches outside the window and the damp stone   walls became warm and inviting, even the desk and filing cabinet beside me became hazy and indistinct   , and time itself seemed to flow uncertainly. The only thing I was certain of was that my erect penis was moving   back and forth, swaying and undulating, in that tropical rainforest, the tip sending churning pleasure through me. Love fluid trickled down the shaft, wetting   my pubic hair and testicles, flowing onto the sofa below. The blanket had already slipped to the floor, and I   curled up shyly and softly. We dared not make too much noise. She tilted her head back and murmured softly, her voice a trembling murmur   tinged with joy. Upstairs, Sister Shu was either fast asleep or listening. Although I said Sister Shu had   tacitly consented, we still hesitated because of the secrecy surrounding this activity. Yes, no matter what, it was a   very secretive thing, very secret, something we had known since childhood.   Before long, the sky had almost lost its brightness. After a long while, she suddenly began to writhe her body even more frantically   , accompanied by spasms from her vulva. A surge of heat awoke from afar,   approaching low like summer thunder, erupting like magma, its warm currents engulfing me. I still refused   to stop, like a ravenous wolf, greedily licking this nectar with my hard, lustful tongue.   I quickly released my pent-up desire, shooting forth again and again inside her, uncontrollably. Her   inner walls contracted in waves; she curled her translucent, glistening toes, tilting her head back and sighing deeply, where   my semen was being gently collected, as if to be drawn into another world. My lonely steed had finally found   its home.   Yu Miao's body was limp as a puddle of mud, collapsing languidly against my chest, her   face glistening with sweat, gently flicking my nipples. She said lazily, "I didn't expect you to be so secretive,   I never would have guessed." I carefully combed her seaweed-like long hair, remaining silent. I didn't want to tell   her that although I'd only slept with one girl, we slept together for two years. Those two years were the most   memorable of my life—no pressure, far from the hustle and bustle, far from the backstabbing and intrigue between people. Life is already too long;   even if it was just a fleeting moment, it would be enough to warm my lonely life.   She grabbed the blanket that had fallen to the floor and covered herself with it, then turned and took out a cigarette from the back of the sofa.

















































She lit it and blew the smoke in my face, forcing me to squint and look at her.
Chapter Twenty-One: Heartbroken
She said, "Old Shu has slept with you, hasn't she?"
It was the first time I'd heard someone call Sister Shu "Old Shu," and I shook my head, saying, "No."
She said disbelievingly, "I don't believe you. You two are often alone together at the company, especially at night."
I laughed, "Really, Sister Shu is fierce, like a tigress. Who dares to mess with her?"
She took a drag of her cigarette, shook her head, and said, "That's another side of her. She's very gentle. Have you ever
thought about sleeping with her?"
I shook my head like a rattle-drum, "No, I've never thought about it. She's so thin, she doesn't arouse any desire
." I was telling the truth; a girl who's too thin feels all bones to the touch, and just thinking about it is a little scary.
"No way! Women only look thin when they're dressed; they're fleshy when they take their clothes off. You're kidding me." In Chongqing
, "you're kidding me" is equivalent to the formal expression "I'm not lying to you."
I was a little incredulous: "Is that so?"
She laughed: "Don't you think so? I've slept with her, she's so hot, and so wet."
I became interested: "Then why doesn't she find a guy to date?"
Yu Miao suddenly seemed a little sad: "You don't know, she's had two boyfriends. The first one lasted three
years, the second one lasted two years, and they both broke up. She's the kind of person who puts her heart into things, and these two breakups hurt her deeply.
The first time she was heartbroken, she couldn't eat or drink, and stayed in a daze for a month, losing a full twenty pounds. Everyone thought she'd
lost her mind, but unexpectedly, she went to work after a month, and she's been working there ever since, just sitting there all alone." " From
the attic until now."
I had never heard Sister Shu tell her story before. It sounded so legendary. I never imagined that
beneath her fierce exterior, there was such a tender-hearted girl. She put a cigarette in my mouth, and I took a drag, holding
the cigarette between my fingers, and asked her, "And the second one?"
She said softly, "The second one was a colleague I met at work. We dated for two years, even met each other's parents, and were preparing
to get married. But then the boy suddenly quit his job and disappeared without a trace. This time, Sister Shu was completely devastated. She
drinks every day, and she still does." Her expression was very sad, as if she herself, not Sister Shu, was the one who had lost love.
I knew this. Sister Shu often went out drinking and came back drunk. Sometimes, when she was alone, she would bring
canned beer back to the company to drink by herself.
"Do you drink too?" she asked curiously, taking the cigarette from my hand and putting it in her cherry-like mouth.
I didn't know how to put it: "I don't know. Have you seen 'Ashes of Time'? Ouyang Feng says, '
Do you know the difference between drinking wine and drinking water? Wine gets warmer the more you drink, water gets colder
the more you drink.' That's not true, at least not for me. No matter what kind of wine I drink, I get colder and colder. I shiver."
She blinked her beautiful, antelope-like eyes and said, "That's quite strange. Doesn't that mean you get drunk very easily?"
I said, "Yes, but sometimes it's different. There have been a few times when I can drink a lot without getting drunk."
She became even more curious: "You're really strange. How many girls have you slept with?"
Her sudden change of topic caught me off guard. Before I could react, I pulled the cigarette from her mouth, took a deep drag, and
said, "Just one, when I was sixteen."
Her mouth gaped open: "You were developed so early? Were you born this good?"
My face burned from her words: "No way! At first, it was all the same, all show and
no substance. We were together for two years, and did it for two years."
Her eyes widened even more: "Wow, so you know a lot of positions?" "Do you know any?"
I laughed: "I know, but I've never tried them. You need a long penis for that."
She reached out and grasped my limp penis . She said, "I think it's long enough. Have you measured it? How long is it?"
I didn't know if mine was long enough. I'd only seen that perverted enoki mushroom at the train station, so I was still
a bit confident. I said, "I measured it. It's almost seventeen centimeters, right?"
She gestured with her hand to see how long seventeen centimeters was, and screamed, "My God! That's so long!
How about we try the 'Three Autumn Dog' position next time? I've seen it in movies, and neither Lao Shu nor I believed it was real
."
I said, "Okay, I'd love to try that position too. I tried it a few times with my girlfriend before, but we couldn't do
it."
She tilted her head and said, "Do you want to do Lao Shu?" "To be honest."
I hesitated for a moment. It wasn't that I was unwilling, but I was worried about how I would
face her if I did it as a colleague. But what came out of my mouth was, "That depends on her."
She said confidently and slowly, "You don't need to worry about this. Leave it to me. Wait for my good news.
I think she'll like your 'bud.' She's so horny, all she thinks about is sex." In Chongqing dialect, a man's genitals
are called "bud," the sprout of life. I think it's quite vivid. But calling a woman's genitals "ma pei"
is a bit puzzling to me. It doesn't make sense. Maybe it means that the color of that area is dark and tingly? Or maybe it means that it makes
people feel itchy and tingly, or that you yourself feel itchy and tingly. In Chongqing dialect, "very itchy" is said as "itchy and tingly."
I asked, "And you? How many boyfriends have you had?"
Her expression darkened. "Actually, I'm in a similar situation to Lao Shu, or even worse. Why bring it up
? It's all in the past. None of you men are good, and you're no exception, right?"
I didn't know how to answer. I felt that both men and women have kind and unkind people.
As for me, I didn't know if I was a good person or a bad person. I was speechless for a moment
.
Seeing my silence, she didn't press further. "What about your ex? Don't you contact her now?"
I sighed. "She died. She got sick, overnight..."
She interrupted me, tears welling in her eyes. "I know, don't say anymore, okay?"
Her cigarette had burned out. She touched my cheek as if comforting me, afraid I'd start crying. I hadn't
cried in years. For a few minutes, we remained silent. Her phone lay on the floor.
A phone rang in her pants. She leaned over, reached out, hooked her hand over her pants, pulled out her phone,
and pressed the answer button while resting her head on my chest.
It was indeed Sister Shu's voice on the other end: "You slut, are you out of your mind? Look at the time
! Aren't you going to work? You'll blame me if you're late!" Sister Shu rattled off her tirade.
She retorted defiantly, "Mind your own business! I'm out of my mind. Do you want me to? I'm
taking the day off. Let's go out and keep going, fuck you all day."
I didn't quite like their rough way of communicating; it was as if they were treating me like a newly discovered, interesting
toy. "You're really not going to work?" I asked her.
"Why aren't you going? Taking leave will cost you 250 yuan, it's not worth it. You're not so lazy that you don't want to leave
me, are you?"
she teased, glancing at the time on her phone and then screaming anxiously, "Damn it, I'm going to be late
! It's almost nine o'clock!" She jumped off the sofa, grabbed her disheveled clothes from the floor, and hurriedly put them on.
I lit a cigarette and watched her anxiously writhing her slender, snow-white body, finding it strangely
alluring. "What's your phone number?" I asked her.
"Are you thirsty?" After she finished dressing, she looked up, tossed her hair, tied it
behind her head, and held out her hand to me, saying, "My phone."
I took out her phone and handed it to her. She took it and shook her head, "Yours." I searched everywhere for my
phone but couldn't find it. I jumped off the sofa, crawled on the floor, and looked under the sofa.
"Hurry up!" she said anxiously, stamping her feet behind me. Thankfully, I finally found it by the leg of the sofa. I reached
in, pulled it out, and handed it to her. She quickly pressed a few buttons on it and handed it back to me. "Here, it's done. Call me if you miss me
." She smiled like a lover in the throes of passion, her lips curving upwards,
two small dimples appearing on her cheeks. Then she hurried away.
[To be continued]

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