Socializing

"...The streetlights cast a pale glow on the raindrops, evoking my sorrow. Young men, unaware of where they're headed... A vast future, a lonely night in the harbor." On stage, a young man in a sharp suit sang the old lament, "Harbor Night Rain." The night in Kaohsiung was also colorful... Two bottles of cognac were open on the table, and four beautiful women sat beside me. This was the "Seven Heavens Lounge." After finalizing the contract with me, Mr. Chen of Feilun had his company's General Manager Lin invite Lina and me here for a "business dinner." Besides Mr. Lin and me, the men present included Mr. Zhang, the accounting director of Feilun, and Xiao Tian, the marketing manager. Xiao Tian was the young man who had just sung "Harbor Night Rain" on stage; I heard he was Mr. Chen's brother-in-law. The four beauties, besides Lina sitting next to General Manager Lin, were his secretary, Ms. Li Lisha, to his left. Lina had told me during the day that Xiao Tian seemed to be pursuing her. This made me take a closer look at her. Lisa possessed the air of a classic Eastern beauty, with an oval face, slender eyebrows, arched sideburns, a straight and well-proportioned nose, and eyes that held a soft yet melancholic gaze. Her snow-white silk long-sleeved blouse accentuated her high, firm breasts, her delicate fingers resting slightly on her knees. Her light blue short skirt further revealed her slender waist and full hips, her long, jade-like neck with its smooth, translucent skin, and her long, shapely legs bent at the table like a budding flower, inspiring tenderness in the eye. Such a beauty, no wonder… To my left was a lounge “princess” named Xiao Fen, with large, dark eyes and a very charming appearance, looking no more than twenty years old. As for Old Zhang, whether calling him “Old” referred to his age or his experience in the entertainment industry, I had no idea. He had one right arm around Xiaofen's slender waist, sometimes slipping his hand inside her high-slit, modified pale yellow dress to caress her firm, pink buttocks, and sometimes casually stroking her right breast under her right armpit. This caused her to giggle and sometimes snuggle against my left shoulder. Sitting to my right was Ruomei, specially arranged for me by General Manager Lin; I'd heard she was the star performer and manager here. She looked like a woman in her late twenties, possessing a mature beauty, more alluring and captivating than most young girls. Her face was like the autumn moon, her figure full and curvaceous, her dimples appearing and disappearing, her eyebrows naturally dark, her lips naturally red, her eyes sparkling, her fingers slender, her hair pulled back, her face as white as snow, her cheeks round and smooth, her arms soft and supple, exuding a graceful and charming allure. "Come on! Brother Mu Fan! Let's toast to you! May our cooperation be successful!" President Lin raised his glass and said. "I'm flattered! Please take good care of me, President Lin! I'll toast you!" I quickly raised my glass and said. As the glasses swayed, I felt an unnatural atmosphere, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. "Stop toasting! Come on! Let's all drink together! Cheers!" Ruomei chimed in sweetly. "Let's all drink together! Cheers!" President Lin invited, his right arm around Lina, rubbing and kneading her. I was just about to see how Lina would deal with the man who often pretended to be drunk, but I noticed she couldn't refuse, yet she was also deliberately avoiding my gaze. I finally realized where that unnatural atmosphere came from. "Excuse me! I'm going to the restroom!" Lina said, getting up. Seeing her get up to go to the restroom, I quickly got up, pretended to go to the restroom as well, and followed her. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You seemed uncomfortable all night!" I asked her with concern. "I..." she stammered, hesitant to speak. "Tell me what's wrong, I'll help you..." I adopted a posture of trying to win her favor. "Fan! Please don't blame me! Actually, I'm a pawn placed by the company to General Manager Lin's side," she said timidly. "What?... " I looked puzzled. "I'm not going back to the hotel tonight..." Suddenly, it dawned on me. So that's why General Manager Chen always took her south to negotiate orders. Recalling the deep affection of last night, I instantly felt deceived and humiliated. "Fan! You won't look down on me, will you? I had no choice!" Looking at her pitiful expression, and remembering that I wasn't even a pawn in the company, I felt relieved. The only difference was that she was a cannon that had crossed the river, while I was just a pawn that couldn't cross. Last night was just an unintentional encounter when the cannon was returning to defend. "Lina! I understand! We're all caught in the middle!" I tried to reassure her. "Actually, Lisa's situation is the same as mine! She's my best friend, we're both so-called business secretaries!" she explained further. No wonder! No wonder there was always a hint of melancholy in her eyes. She must have to do this for the sake of life. What woman doesn't want to find a good man to marry and live a stable life as a wife and mother? "Go ahead! I'll wait for you at the hotel tomorrow!" "Thank you for your understanding! I will always remember your tenderness last night!" she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Back in her seat, Lina was much more unrestrained. After gaining my understanding, she seemed like a different person. "Section Chief Shen! Be respectful to Miss Ruomei! She doesn't just sit around like a prostitute!" Lina said. "Right! Right! Brother Mu Fan! Don't neglect the beauty next to you! She should be punished!" President Lin egged her on. "Who should be punished? It can't be me, can it?" Xiao Tian asked after returning to his seat after finishing his song. "Old Chen! He ignored Ruomei all night! Leaving our beauty sitting there doing nothing," President Lin teased. "Come on! I'll clear the table as a sign of respect! First, a toast to Miss Ruomei! I'll drink three cups as punishment!" With mixed feelings, perhaps lamenting the helplessness of life, or perhaps wanting to show Lina my current mood, I wanted to get drunk tonight. "Good drinking capacity! Brother Chen, I toast you!" Xiao Tian said, raising his glass. One glass after another of alcohol numbed my limbs, but couldn't numb my wounded heart. Raising my glass with my left hand, I put my right arm around Ruomei beside me, and only then did I realize how slender her waist was, and I could smell the elegant floral scent of Chanel No. 5 emanating from her. Every day I think of you, but we can't meet. We're like mandarin ducks, always together, but you'll surely come to separate us. Like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, we meet every year, but you left without a word, leaving me all alone. It's dusk when the moon is about to rise, adding to my sorrow. The day you left me was also when the moon was about to rise, so I had to beg the moon to tell you. Do you know how I grieve every day, my eyes watering, hoping you'll return soon?" Hearing Lina singing "Hoping for Your Early Return" on stage made my wounds bleed even more. Based on an unnamed reaction, under the guise of being slightly drunk, I pulled Ruomei into my arms. "Good! Good! Brother Shen! You're really something! Let Ruomei keep you company tonight!" I heard Mr. Lin's approving voice. "No! Brother Shen might not even be interested... um!" Ruomei pouted in my arms. Before she could finish speaking, a pair of big, alcohol-smelling mouths sealed her fragrant lips, eliciting a burst of laughter. "Let's get to it!" I yelled. ...When I felt thirsty and regained my senses, I suddenly realized I was in another place. It was a cozy-looking bedroom, with gentle European-style wall lamps casting a peacock-yellow halo on the ivory-white walls. The warm air was filled with the fragrance of Indian incense, dreamlike and enchanting... A round, white gauze canopy cascaded down from above like a waterfall, and pink silk comforters, pink bedspreads, and pink pillows exuded an elegant, delicate fragrance. Under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, I could vaguely see the silhouette of a curvaceous figure in front of the dressing table on the right. I sat up, my forehead still throbbing slightly. The figure in front of the table seemed to sense the movement inside the canopy; it rose and moved over quietly. I lifted the gauze curtain and was shocked to find it was Miss Ruomei… She was wearing a loose pink nightgown, the narrow Y-shaped neckline and wide sleeves adorned with elegant silver-white rose lace, a pink belt tied diagonally with a bow at her waist. The wall lamp behind her illuminated her graceful curves, her slender waist seemingly easily encircled by a single hand. Her hair, which had been styled in a bun atop her head, was now loose, her jet-black hair cascading down her right chest, revealing a deep cleavage between her high breasts. “Awake? Have some water!” she asked softly, her voice as gentle as a nightingale’s song. She moved closer to the headboard, using her left hand to help me sit up, and placed the pillow behind my back. With her right hand, she brought a glass of warm water to my lips. A delicate fragrance, the same as the pillow’s, wafted into my nostrils, and I felt a soft, comforting warmth on my right shoulder. Only then did I realize that I was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of underpants. "Miss Ruomei! I..." I was about to ask what happened when she interrupted, "You're drunk! You threw up all over yourself! I helped you change your clothes..." Facing her closely, I finally noticed her gentleness and beauty. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her makeup subtle, her eyes like autumn water, her lips like cinnabar, her face oval, her eyebrows willow-leaf—she was a beauty in the making. Looking at those lips I had once violated, I regretted my previous recklessness. "I'm sorry! Miss Ruomei! Please forgive my previous rudeness..." I said hesitantly, desperately trying to regain my composure. "You seem to have deep feelings for Lina, I understand your feelings..." she comforted me. "Lina is a regular at my bar! She's a pitiful yet filial girl..." she continued. Then she told me about Lina's situation. It turned out that Lina had a tragic family background. Her younger siblings were still young, her father had passed away, and her mother had been hospitalized for cancer for many years. The enormous medical expenses forced her to quit her job as a department store clerk and become a so-called "business secretary." Through business dealings, she met Mr. Chen of Feilun. Mr. Chen had always wanted to keep her as a mistress, to take her as his second wife. Lina always wanted to wait until things got better and marry into a good family; she didn't want to live a life without status or recognition. But recently, her mother was back in the intensive care unit. Hearing this, my heart sank; I knew I was powerless to help her. A lovely yet pitiful girl… "Lina was fortunate to meet such a devoted man…""You are a blessing she earned..." She paused. "Unlike me..." she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Miss Ruomei, what's wrong..." I tried to comfort her. "Never mind! This is my fate..." she said, tears welling in her eyes, avoiding my question. "Tell me about it, although I may not be able to help, maybe it will make you feel better," I said, my words a mixture of comfort and curiosity about her situation. "I am an unfortunate woman..." she said softly. As she spoke, she couldn't help but sob as she spoke of her sorrows. Seeing her pink cheeks streaked with tears, I reached out and embraced her trembling body, listening to her story. In her early twenties, full of the heart-fluttering feelings of a young girl, she met her Prince Charming. A young overseas Chinese named Joey, he was wealthy and charming, having studied in England for many years and earned a doctorate. He and she had once shared a blissful period. But her good fortune didn't last. After she became pregnant, he revealed his true, cruel nature, selling her to a brothel. It turned out he was a human trafficker who forced women into prostitution; he was just a primary school graduate who had worked as a lackey in a foreign-owned pub for seven or eight years. "Not two months later, the police raided the brothel and rescued me..." she said, her voice breaking with grief. Initially, due to the need to make a living and her lack of money, she went to a clandestine clinic for an abortion, but the procedure went wrong, leaving her infertile. Unable to become a mother, she was utterly despondent, numbing herself with alcohol. After earning some money, she gathered some girlfriends and started her own business. "Lina is unfortunate... but she has a deeply loving you..." "Throughout my life, I've always hoped for a deeply loving man in my life..." I was deeply moved; such a pitiful and loving woman. I couldn't help but kiss her tear-stained, trembling lips. "Can you... fulfill my dream..." she whispered, looking up at me. "I..." I didn't know how to answer her. Agreeing wouldn't work, but refusing would hurt her. Just as I was caught in this dilemma, she suddenly stood up and untied the bow at her waist. A loose pink nightgown opened up. My heart skipped a beat. A fiery red bra trimmed with black lace, the upper cups transparent, embroidered with a black rose, her breasts high and firm, her cleavage deep. Her smooth, delicate abdomen was adorned with a deep navel. A fiery red, high-waisted, sheer silk pantyhose, embroidered with a large black rose, its petals subtly concealing her prominent mons pubis. I took a deep breath, swallowing to moisten my dry throat. Reaching out, I unbuckled the garter belt buckles, then gracefully removed her stockings, placing her left and right legs on the edge of the bed. The way she lowered her head allowed me a good view of her ample breasts, which seemed to be bursting out of her bra, and her spread legs gave me a close look at the deep cleavage on her mound. These postures were incredibly alluring, stirring my heart and filling me with fantasies, causing my lower body to swell slightly without my noticing. Turning around, my shoulders trembled slightly, and a loose pink nightgown slid down her back, revealing her snow-white skin, exquisite curves, and slender waist. It was a familiar curve. Unfastening the fiery red garter belt with black lace, I also revealed her full, round buttocks. Like conjoined twins, a strand of fiery red silk was sandwiched between them. With a backhand clasp, I unhooked the back of her bra, and the fiery red bra with black lace had already slipped down to her feet. "Fan! Love me well tonight! ...Just tonight..." she said, half expectantly and half pleadingly, as she slowly turned around. Her body was as translucent as jade, her skin smooth and delicate, seemingly boneless. Her dark eyes were clear as autumn water, her cherry lips were red and alluring, her breasts were round and full, her waist slender, her soft belly smooth as satin, her legs long and shapely, and her soft, fine hair framed her flower-like face. She was beautiful and charming, with an intoxicating appearance. She lifted the pink silk quilt, and her delicate body pressed against me. The body covering my strong frame was warm, smooth, and firm. She wrapped her arms around my neck, closed her dark eyes, tilted her head back, and brought her slightly trembling lips close to my eyes... Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, looking like two snow-white orbs being squeezed from above. Her jade-like back curved gracefully down her boneless ridge until her jade-like buttocks, covered by a sliver of fiery red high-waisted transparent silk panties, rose sharply again. I wrapped my strong arms around her slender waist, and suddenly realized it was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand. I gently kissed her lower lip, a strange current flowing through my body, causing my lower body to tremble. She took my lower lip in her mouth, sucking it back and forth. At the same time, I took her upper lip in my mouth, feeling the curves and elasticity of her lips. The wetness felt wonderful. I teased the inner wall of her lips with the tip of my tongue, causing her to tremble spasmodically and hold me even tighter. Her tongue didn't even seem to notice the teasing. A tingling current flowed through my body again from the tip of my tongue, and my groin involuntarily contracted. I opened my mouth wide and moved my tongue to lick under her tongue. "Mmm! You're so naughty!" she said, pulling away. Then, I slid her body down, licking my chest and armpits. My right hand slowly moved inside my underwear. "Mmm! So good…" I murmured to myself. Her slender hand played with my penis, sometimes teasing my vulva, sometimes squeezing the glans. With one hand, I swept her hair behind her back, revealing her alluring sideburns, and gently caressed her ear. My other hand grasped her left breast; she seemed like a woman who couldn't be held by a man's single hand, her perfectly sized, pink areola adorned with a pink cherry. Sometimes I rubbed it between my fingers, sometimes I gently pinched it. "Ah…" she gasped softly with a tremor. She rose, pulled down my underpants, straddled me, and took my erect penis into her mouth. "Mmm…" The wet, soft feeling was wonderful; I couldn't help but moan as the head of my penis was squeezed against her narrow throat. Gazing at her swaying pink buttocks and the high mons pubis veiled in a fiery red, I couldn't help but caress her plump, smooth buttocks with one hand, while using two fingers to tease her slightly exposed pubic mound. "Mmm…" Sometimes she would unconsciously moan softly as my fingers teased her slightly exposed pubic mound. The slightly damp feeling on my fingers revealed the secret spring that made the crimson folds of her vulva clearly visible. I was mesmerized… I pushed her down to my left and took the black rose on her vulva into my mouth. “Ah…” Her legs writhed in desire, and she let out a moan of unbearable pleasure. I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her vulva and bit into her plump mound through the thin silk trousers. I spread her legs with one hand and caressed her clitoris with the other. The feeling of my cheek pressed against her soft thighs was a true pleasure. “Ah… I want… to get up…” Her legs writhed, and her hands rubbed against my thighs and buttocks, as if she were about to rise. As she got up, I pulled down her crimson lace thong. She straightened up, knelt on my genitals, placed her left palm on my pillow, raised her buttocks, and guided my penis with her right hand, slowly inserting it into her vulva. I raised my head, looking down at the labia sucking my glans, her erect clitoris trembling and panting in the sparse bush. She placed her hands on my ears, her body leaning forward, her buttocks slightly moving, as if hesitant to fully penetrate me. I thrust my abdomen forward to meet her shallow penetration, and soon, a stream of honeyed fluid flowed out. With a muffled groan, I saw Ruomei lean forward slightly, pushing my penis towards her flower, rubbing the base against her erect clitoris. The double stimulation caused her to involuntarily arch back. Her flushed cheeks, widened nose, half-bitten lips, and muffled moans made her even more beautiful. My heart skipped a beat, and I increased the speed of my thrusts, waves of electric-like tingling radiating from my penis throughout my body. Ruomei, on the other hand, panted heavily, letting out loud moans, and involuntarily arched her upper body to rub her breasts. After a long while, I got tired! I stopped, letting her ride me! I lay on the bed, admiring her long hair dancing in the soft flight! A pair of pink jade earrings swayed with her swaying neck, creating dazzling halos! The air was thick with the heat of her sweat! Her breasts bounced against her chest, her erect penis appearing and disappearing at the entrance of her secret place! The penis was covered in the sweet fluid flowing from her body, glistening in the dim light! Her pink lips engulfed the penis, opening and closing rhythmically! She reached her climax, her whole body twisting and turning rapidly, the pleasure contorting every joint. I leaned forward! Her breasts swayed like pendants before my eyes! I stuck out my tongue, just touching the nipple! She quickened her straddling motion, cupping the base of her breasts with both hands! Several times, beads of sweat dripped from the tips of her breasts, soaking my cheeks. "Ah… Fan… hold me… I’m coming… I’m coming…" Ruomei gasped. I quickly lifted my upper body, sitting face-to-face with her, and lowered my head to bite her breasts hard. I suddenly leaned back and thrust my penis forward… “Ah…ah…I’m going to die…” Ruomei’s kneeling buttocks twisted rapidly for a moment, then she desperately pressed against my penis, kneading it. I felt my penis being sucked and kneaded by the opening and closing of her wetness, while the glans felt like it was being sucked by a baby’s mouth. I hugged her sweaty body and collapsed. “I want to lie down…I’m so dizzy…” Ruomei gasped. I let her lie on her left side, her lower body still tightly closed. I lay on her slightly bent right leg, her left leg still wrapped around my body. “Are you feeling any better…Mei…let’s rest a bit…” I kissed her flushed pink cheeks. “You’re so strong…you’re making me so dizzy…” Ruomei gasped. “The strong part is yet to come…” I teased her. “You’re so annoying…I’m being serious with you…” Ruomei gasped. “Making love is a serious thing.”"Things..." I teased her again with a smile. "Glib tongue... indecent..." Ruomei said shyly. "Did your dream come true..." I teased her by asking. I saw her cherry lips turn and she gave me a sidelong glance, a charming pose that was both reproachful and captivating! Gentle yet playful, mature beauty with a touch of youthful shyness! Truly alluring! A beauty that bewitches the soul! Looking at this lovely yet pitiful woman, I felt a pang of pity. I bent down and suckled her breasts again, my right hand playing with her clitoris, my waist shifting slightly! The wind chimes blew, birds chirped at dawn, and her moans aroused her again! It was a sign that she had once again experienced the initial pleasure, joy, and delight! Under the hazy light of the water, her face, like a lotus flower, showed complex changes! Her hazy eyes, half-closed and half-open, once again revealed her desire! A slender hand gripped the bedsheet tightly! The clenching and pulling expressed her inner desire! Her delicate eyebrows arched and relaxed, a gesture perfectly synchronized with the touch of my fingers! Moans and groans filled the air, her cherry lips parted slightly, a captivating display of allure… She pleaded shyly:"Fan! Come...up..." This is the call of love! The yearning of passion! The need of desire! The wantonness of lust... I straighten up, lightly leading my warhorse, spear in hand, into the pass. The steed beneath me raises its head and neighs, already at the starting line, ready for a long gallop! At this moment, my jade stem, its veins slightly bulging, is like a thousand hooves racing, hot, thick, firm, and long-lasting! And she, panting softly, raises one long, perfectly proportioned jade leg and swings it in the air, while the other is already hooked around my jade neck! This posture opens her secret gate wide! I see her sparse, green hair, her golden threads soft and fine, her mons pubis slightly raised, her jade walls seemingly closed, shrouded in mist and clouds, glistening with dew. I thrust in quickly, into her tender spring passion, her slippery secret path, making her open her mouth and let out a soft "ah." With a cry like a nightingale's song and a phoenix's cry, her body trembles, her neck shakes, her breath is like a trembling sob, her moans are like the chirping of insects! I crave this softness and my heart is dizzy and my soul is intoxicated. Three thrusts and nine withdrawals, the movements fluid and controlled, slow pushes and quick pulls, each thrust causing her to retreat and open her mouth, each in and out accompanied by a moan. Her cherry lips opened and closed, twisting and turning, her moans evolving from soft whimpers to deep, guttural cries. Her cries transformed from muffled gasps to trembling, delicate sobs, utterly captivating and enchanting. Soon, her waist swayed, her breasts trembled, her eyes glazed, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath coming in gasps. The fragrance of orchids filled the air, revealing her to be utterly captivated, her body weak and limp, her virility fully released! Her legs spread wider, urging me to penetrate her further. "Fan... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..." she moaned, her breath coming in gasps, as if in a dream, the pain, numbness, itchiness, and tingling sensations causing her to climax three times in a row. I felt waves of pleasure, like climbing mountains and soaring through the clouds, rising and falling, higher and higher. I reached forward with both hands, grasped her breasts, and vigorously kneaded and thrust. Like a green dragon playing in a clear pool, waves surged and surged. The sounds of "plop" were incessant. It was the outward expression of music, the harmonious sound of zither and lute. A chill ran through me, and my semen flowed like a torrent, filling her flower core. With the last chill, I desperately pressed her legs forward to my shoulders and held her tightly. "Ah! Fan... don't..." she whimpered, trying to push away my excessive penetration. The sun was high in the sky, and the golden rays of the sun shone through the window. I opened my sleepy and tired eyes and found that her presence had vanished. I looked around and found her standing in front of the French windows, draped in a white gauze dress. The strong light illuminated her alluring body, the familiar lines I had admired before. Her slightly upturned breasts looked up like a mother bird waiting to be fed. The white gauze dress fluttered behind her in the morning breeze. She was like a serene and pure goddess. Gazing at her slender, standing figure, I wondered what she was thinking. I put on my underpants, tiptoed behind her, and reached out to cover her eyes. "Ah!..." Ruomei was startled by my sudden action. "Ugh! It's you, Fan! Let go, you startled me!" She twisted slightly, then nestled into my arms. "What are you thinking about? Lost in thought, standing here alone?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, my lips pressed against her delicate neck as I asked softly. "I was thinking about... last night's dream..." A touch of emotion welled up within me, and I turned her around, just as I was about to... "No... Fan... you should go! Let me have a beautiful memory... okay?" Her fragrant lips trembled slightly as she spoke softly... I released her, gazing into her eyes, which held a hint of melancholy mixed with a touch of happiness. "Fan... I will remember you... Thank you for giving me a sweet dream." The romantic and wild woman of last night is gone; before me stands a strange, tender woman. "A predestined fate, now met, spared the red thread of fate, fulfilling a lifelong dream," she murmured, taking out a strand of her hair, saying, "I hope you will remember me..." Through my tear-filled eyes, my vision blurred... Kaohsiung is a dazzling, decadent city. During the US military presence in Taiwan, it shone brightly. After the US military left, it dimmed. However, with the development of Taiwan's economy, it has once again shone with captivating brilliance! Kaohsiung's nights were once filled with sorrow... "...The streetlights cast a pale glow on the raindrops, evoking my melancholy. Young men, unaware of where they're headed, face a vast and uncertain future. The harbor's night rain falls, a lonely slumber." On stage, a young man in a sharp suit sang the old lament, "Harbor's Night Rain." Kaohsiung's nights are also vibrant... Two bottles of cognac XO were open on the table, and four beautiful women sat beside me. This was the "Seven Heavens Lounge." After finalizing the contract with me, Mr. Chen of Feilun had his company's General Manager Lin invite me and Lina here for a "business dinner." Besides Mr. Lin and me, the men present included Mr. Zhang, the accounting director of Feilun, and Xiao Tian, the marketing manager. Xiao Tian was the young man who had just sung "Harbor's Night Rain" on stage; I heard he was Mr. Chen's brother-in-law. The four women, besides Lina sitting next to General Manager Lin, were his secretary, Ms. Li Lisha, to his left. Lina had told me during the day that Xiao Tian seemed to be pursuing her. This made me take a closer look at her. Lisa possessed the air of a classic Eastern beauty, with an oval face, slender eyebrows, arched sideburns, a straight and well-proportioned nose, and eyes that held a soft, melancholic gaze. Her snow-white silk long-sleeved shirt accentuated her high breasts, her delicate fingers slightly clasped in front of her knees, and her light blue short skirt further revealed her slender waist and full hips. Her long, jade-like neck had fair, icy skin, and her long, slender legs were bent at an angle in front of the table, like a budding flower, making one feel tenderness at first sight. Such a beauty, no wonder… To my left was a lounge “princess” named Xiao Fen, with a pair of large, dark eyes and a very charming appearance, looking no more than twenty years old. As for Old Zhang, whether calling him “Old” meant he was old in age or that he was a seasoned veteran of the entertainment industry, I had no idea. He had one right arm around Xiaofen's slender waist, sometimes slipping his hand inside her high-slit, modified pale yellow dress to caress her firm, pink buttocks, and sometimes casually stroking her right breast under her right armpit. This caused her to giggle and sometimes snuggle against my left shoulder. Sitting to my right was Ruomei, specially arranged for me by General Manager Lin; I'd heard she was the star performer and manager here. She looked like a woman in her late twenties, possessing a mature beauty, more alluring and captivating than most young girls. Her face was like the autumn moon, her figure full and curvaceous, her dimples appearing and disappearing, her eyebrows naturally dark, her lips naturally red, her eyes sparkling, her fingers slender, her hair pulled back, her face as white as snow, her cheeks round and smooth, her arms soft and supple, exuding a graceful and charming allure. "Come on! Brother Mu Fan! Let's toast to you! May our cooperation be successful!" President Lin raised his glass and said. "I'm flattered! Please take good care of me, President Lin! I'll toast you!" I quickly raised my glass and said. As the glasses swayed, I felt an unnatural atmosphere, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. "Stop toasting! Come on! Let's all drink together! Cheers!" Ruomei chimed in sweetly. "Let's all drink together! Cheers!" President Lin invited, his right arm around Lina, rubbing and kneading her. I was just about to see how Lina would deal with the man who often pretended to be drunk, but I noticed she couldn't refuse, yet she was also deliberately avoiding my gaze. I finally realized where that unnatural atmosphere came from. "Excuse me! I'm going to the restroom!" Lina said, getting up. Seeing her get up to go to the restroom, I quickly got up, pretended to go to the restroom as well, and followed her. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You seemed uncomfortable all night!" I asked her with concern. "I..." she stammered, hesitant to speak. "Tell me what's wrong, I'll help you..." I adopted a posture of trying to win her favor. "Fan! Please don't blame me! Actually, I'm a pawn placed by the company to General Manager Lin's side," she said timidly. "What?... " I looked puzzled. "I'm not going back to the hotel tonight..." Suddenly, it dawned on me. So that's why General Manager Chen always took her south to negotiate orders. Recalling the deep affection of last night, I instantly felt deceived and humiliated. "Fan! You won't look down on me, will you? I had no choice!" Looking at her pitiful expression, and remembering that I wasn't even a pawn in the company, I felt relieved. The only difference was that she was a cannon that had crossed the river, while I was just a pawn that couldn't cross. Last night was just an unintentional encounter when the cannon was returning to defend. "Lina! I understand! We're all caught in the middle!" I tried to reassure her. "Actually, Lisa's situation is the same as mine! She's my best friend, we're both so-called business secretaries!" she explained further. No wonder! No wonder there was always a hint of melancholy in her eyes. She must have to do this for the sake of life. What woman doesn't want to find a good man to marry and live a stable life as a wife and mother? "Go ahead! I'll wait for you at the hotel tomorrow!" "Thank you for your understanding! I will always remember your tenderness last night!" she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Back in her seat, Lina was much more unrestrained. After gaining my understanding, she seemed like a different person. "Section Chief Shen! Be respectful to Miss Ruomei! She doesn't just sit around like a prostitute!" Lina said. "Right! Right! Brother Mu Fan! Don't neglect the beauty next to you! She should be punished!" President Lin egged her on. "Who should be punished? It can't be me, can it?" Xiao Tian asked after returning to his seat after finishing his song. "Old Chen! He ignored Ruomei all night! Leaving our beauty sitting there doing nothing," President Lin teased. "Come on! I'll clear the table as a sign of respect! First, a toast to Miss Ruomei! I'll drink three cups as punishment!" With mixed feelings, perhaps lamenting the helplessness of life, or perhaps wanting to show Lina my current mood, I wanted to get drunk tonight. "Good drinking capacity! Brother Chen, I toast you!" Xiao Tian said, raising his glass. One glass after another of alcohol numbed my limbs, but couldn't numb my wounded heart. I raised my glass with my left hand to toast, and with my right hand, I put my arm around Ruomei beside me. Only then did I realize how slender her waist was, and I could smell the elegant floral scent of Chanel No. 5 emanating from her. I think of you every day, but we can't meet. We're like mandarin ducks, always together.Undoubtedly, this will separate the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who meet every year. Undoubtedly, your departure is completely unreliable, leaving me all alone. It was at dusk, when the moon was about to rise, that my sorrow deepened. The day you left me was also when the moon was about to rise, so I had to beg the moon goddess to tell you that I am sad and tearful every day, hoping you will return soon. Listening to Lina singing "Hoping for Your Early Return" on stage, my wounds bled even more. Based on an unnamed reaction, under the cover of being slightly drunk, I pulled Ruomei into my arms. "Good! Good! Brother Shen! You're really something! Let Ruomei keep you company tonight!" I heard President Lin's applause and encouragement. "No! Brother Shen might not even be interested in me... um!" Ruomei pouted in my arms. Before she could finish speaking, a pair of big, alcohol-smelling mouths sealed her fragrant lips, causing a burst of laughter. "Come on, let's do it again!" I shouted. …When I felt thirsty and regained consciousness, I suddenly realized I was in another place. It was a cozy-looking bedroom, with gentle European-style wall lamps casting a peacock-yellow glow on the ivory-white walls. A warm, incense-like fragrance filled the air, dreamlike and enchanting… A circular white gauze canopy cascaded down from above like a waterfall, the pink silk comforter and bedspread, and the pink pillows exuding an elegant, delicate fragrance. Under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, I could vaguely see the silhouette of a curvaceous figure reflected in front of the dressing table on the right. I sat up, my forehead still throbbing slightly. The figure in front of the table seemed to sense the movement within the canopy; it rose and moved quietly towards me. I lifted the gauze curtain and was shocked to find it was Miss Ruomei… She was wearing a loose pink nightgown, the narrow Y-shaped neckline and wide sleeves adorned with elegant silver-white rose lace, a pink belt tied diagonally with a bow at her waist. The wall lamp behind her illuminated her graceful curves, her slender waist seemingly easily encircled by a single hand. Her hair, which had been styled in a bun atop her head, was now loose, her jet-black hair cascading down her right chest, revealing a deep cleavage between her high breasts. “Awake? Have some water!” she asked softly, her voice as gentle as a nightingale’s song. She moved closer to the headboard, using her left hand to help me sit up, and placed the pillow behind my back. With her right hand, she brought a glass of warm water to my lips. A delicate fragrance, the same as the pillow’s, wafted into my nostrils, and I felt a soft, comforting warmth on my right shoulder. Only then did I realize that I was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of underpants. "Miss Ruomei! I..." I was about to ask what happened when she interrupted, "You're drunk! You threw up all over yourself! I helped you change your clothes..." Facing her closely, I finally noticed her gentleness and beauty. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her makeup subtle, her eyes like autumn water, her lips like cinnabar, her face oval, her eyebrows willow-leaf—she was a beauty in the making. Looking at those lips I had once violated, I regretted my previous recklessness. "I'm sorry! Miss Ruomei! Please forgive my previous rudeness..." I said hesitantly, desperately trying to regain my composure. "You seem to have deep feelings for Lina, I understand your feelings..." she comforted me. "Lina is a regular at my bar! She's a pitiful yet filial girl..." she continued. Then she told me about Lina's situation. It turned out that Lina had a tragic family background. Her younger siblings were still young, her father had passed away, and her mother had been hospitalized for cancer for many years. The enormous medical expenses forced her to quit her job as a department store clerk and become a so-called "business secretary." Through business dealings, she met Mr. Chen of Feilun. Mr. Chen had always wanted to keep her as a mistress and take her as his second wife. Lina always wanted to marry into a good family when things got better; she didn't want to live a life without status. But recently, her mother was back in the intensive care unit. Hearing this, my heart sank. I knew I was powerless to help her. A lovely yet pitiful girl… "Lina is fortunate to have met someone as affectionate as you…" she paused. "Unlike me…" she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Ms. Ruomei, what's wrong…" I tried to comfort her. "Never mind! This is my fate…" she said, tears welling in her eyes, avoiding my question. "Tell me about it. Even if I can't help, maybe it'll make you feel better," I said, trying to comfort her while also expressing curiosity about her situation. "I'm an unfortunate woman..." she murmured. As she spoke, she began to sob. Seeing her tear-streaked cheeks, I reached out and embraced her trembling body, listening to her story. In her early twenties, full of youthful passion, she met her Prince Charming. A young Chinese man named Joey, wealthy and charming, had studied in England for many years and earned a doctorate. They had a blissful period together. But their happiness was short-lived. After she became pregnant, he revealed his true colors, selling her to a brothel. It turned out he was a human trafficker who forced women into prostitution; he was just a primary school graduate who had worked as a lowly employee in a foreign-owned pub for seven or eight years. "Not two months later, the police raided the brothel and rescued me..." she said, her voice breaking with even more anguish. Initially, due to the need to make a living and financial constraints, she sought an abortion at a clandestine clinic, but the procedure went wrong, leaving her infertile. Unable to become a mother, she was utterly despondent and turned to alcohol to numb her pain. After earning some money, she gathered some close friends and started her own business. "Lina may be unfortunate... but she has a deeply affectionate you..." "Throughout my life, I've always hoped for a deeply affectionate man in my life..." I was deeply moved; such a pitiful and devoted woman. I couldn't help but kiss her tear-stained, trembling lips. "Can you... fulfill my dream...?" she looked up at me and whispered. "I..." I didn't know how to answer her. Agreeing was awkward, but refusing would hurt her. Just as I was caught in this dilemma, she suddenly stood up and untied the bow at her waist. A loose pink nightgown opened up. My heart skipped a beat. A fiery red bra trimmed with black lace, the upper cups transparent, embroidered with a black rose, highlighting her high, firm breasts and deep cleavage. Her smooth, delicate abdomen was adorned with a deep navel. A fiery red, high-waisted, sheer silk pantyhose, embroidered with a large black rose, its petals subtly concealing her prominent mons pubis. I took a deep breath, swallowing to moisten my parched throat. Reaching down, I unbuckled the garter belt, its red and black lace trim, and gracefully removed the stockings, placing my left and right legs on the edge of the bed. The downward movement allowed me a full view of her ample breasts, seemingly about to burst from the bra, and her spread legs revealed a deep cleavage on her mounds. These postures were incredibly alluring, stirring my desire and causing my lower body to swell slightly. Turning around, her shoulders trembled slightly. A loose pink nightgown slid down her back, revealing her snow-white skin, exquisite curves, and slender waist. Those were familiar curves. Unfastening the fiery red garter belt with black lace, her full, rounded buttocks were also revealed. Like conjoined twins, a strand of fiery red silk clung between them. With a backhand clasp, the fiery red bra with black lace trim slid down to her feet. "Fan! Love me well tonight! ...Just tonight..." she said, half-pleading, half-expecting, as she slowly turned around. Her body was as translucent as jade, her skin smooth and delicate, seemingly boneless. Her dark eyes were clear as autumn water, her cherry lips were red and alluring, her breasts were round and full, her waist slender, her soft belly smooth as satin, her legs long and shapely, and her soft, fine hair framed her flower-like face. She was beautiful and charming, with an intoxicating appearance. She lifted the pink silk quilt, and her delicate body pressed against me. The body covering my strong frame was warm, smooth, and firm. She wrapped her arms around my neck, closed her dark eyes, tilted her head back, and brought her slightly trembling lips close to my eyes... Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, looking like two snow-white orbs being squeezed from above. Her jade-like back curved gracefully down her boneless ridge until her jade-like buttocks, covered by a sliver of fiery red high-waisted transparent silk panties, rose sharply again. I wrapped my strong arms around her slender waist, and suddenly realized it was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand. I gently kissed her lower lip, a strange current flowing through my body, causing my lower body to tremble. She took my lower lip in her mouth, sucking it back and forth. At the same time, I took her upper lip in my mouth, feeling the curves and elasticity of her lips. The wetness felt wonderful. I teased the inner wall of her lips with the tip of my tongue, causing her to tremble spasmodically and hold me even tighter. Her tongue didn't even seem to notice the teasing. A tingling current flowed through my body again from the tip of my tongue, and my groin involuntarily contracted. I opened my mouth wide and moved my tongue to lick under her tongue. "Mmm! You're so naughty!" she said, pulling away. Then, I slid her body down, licking my chest and armpits. My right hand slowly moved inside my underwear. "Mmm! So good…" I murmured to myself. Her slender hand played with my penis, sometimes teasing my vulva, sometimes squeezing the glans. With one hand, I swept her hair back, revealing her alluring sideburns, and gently caressed her ear. My other hand grasped her left breast; she seemed like a woman who couldn't be held by a man's single hand, her perfectly sized, pink areola adorned with a pink cherry. Sometimes I rubbed it between my fingers, sometimes I gently pinched it. "Ah…" she gasped softly, trembling slightly. She stood up, pulled down my underwear, straddled me, and took my erect penis into her mouth. "Mmm…" The wet, soft feeling was wonderful; I couldn't help but moan as the head of my penis was squeezed against her narrow throat. Looking at her swaying pink buttocks and the…The fiery red silk draped over her high mons pubis, making me want to caress her plump, smooth buttocks with one hand and tease her slightly exposed pubic hair with the other. "Mmm..." she would sometimes moan softly, her head bowed, as my fingers teased her pubic hair. The slightly dampness on my fingers revealed that the secret spring she was secreting made her vulva, tightly pressed against the fiery red trousers, clearly visible. I was mesmerized... I pushed her down to my left and took her mouth into my mouth, taking the black rose on her fiery red trousers into my mouth. "Ah..." her legs writhed in desire, and she let out a moan of unbearable lust. I smelled the fragrance emanating from her vulva and bit into her plump mound through the gossamer-thin silk trousers. I spread her legs with one hand and caressed her clitoris with the other. The feeling of my cheek pressed against her soft thighs was truly one of life's greatest pleasures. "Ah...I want...to get up..." Her jade legs twisted, her hands rubbing my thighs and buttocks weakly, as if she were about to get up. As she stood up, she pulled down her fiery red silk panties trimmed with black lace. She straightened up, knelt on my lower body, placed her left palm beside my pillow, raised her buttocks, and guided my penis with her right hand, slowly inserting it into her secret cave. I raised my head, looking down at the labia sucking on my glans, my erect clitoris panting and trembling in the sparse bush. She placed her hands on my ears, her delicate body leaning forward, her jade buttocks moving slightly, as if she dared not fully insert it for a moment. I thrust my abdomen to meet her shallow penetration, and soon, a stream of honeyed fluid flowed out. With a muffled groan, I saw Ruomei lean forward slightly, pushing my penis towards her flower core, and rubbing the base against her erect clitoris. The double stimulation caused her to involuntarily arch back. Her flushed cheeks, flared nose, half-bitten lips, and muffled moans made her even more beautiful. My heart skipped a beat, and I thrust faster, waves of electric-like tingling sensations coursing through my body. Ruomei, on the other hand, gasped and cried out, involuntarily arching her upper body to rub her breasts. After a while, I grew tired! I stopped and let her ride me! I lay on the bed, admiring her long hair dancing in the soft flight! A pair of pink jade earrings swayed with her swaying neck, creating dazzling halos! The heat of sweat clung to the air! Her breasts bounced against her chest, and my erect penis appeared and disappeared at the entrance of her vagina! My penis was covered with the sweet fluid flowing from her body, glistening in the dim light! I saw her pink lips engulf my penis, opening and closing rhythmically! She reached her climax, her whole body twisting and turning rapidly, the pleasure contorting every joint. I leaned forward! Her breasts swayed like pendulums before my eyes! I stuck out my tongue, just managing to lick the tip of her nipple! She quickened her straddling motion, cupping the base of her breasts with both hands! Several times, beads of sweat dripped from the tips of her breasts, soaking my cheeks. "Ah... Fan... hold me... I'm coming... I'm coming..." Ruomei gasped. I quickly lifted my upper body, sitting face to face with her, and lowered my head to bite her breasts hard. Suddenly, I leaned back and thrust my penis forward... "Ah... ah... I'm going to die..." Ruomei's kneeling hips twisted rapidly for a moment, then she desperately pressed against my penis, kneading it. I felt my penis being sucked and kneaded by her opening and closing vagina, the glans feeling like it was being sucked by a baby's mouth. I embraced her sweaty body and collapsed. "I want to lie down... I'm so dizzy..." Ruomei gasped. I let her lie on her left side, her lower body still tightly closed. I lay reclining on her slightly bent right leg, her left leg still wrapped around my body. "Feeling any better... Mei... take a rest..." I kissed her flushed cheeks. "You're so strong... you're making me dizzy..." Ruomei gasped. "The strong part is yet to come..." I teased her. "You're so annoying... I'm being serious with you..." Ruomei gasped. "Making love is a serious thing..." I teased her again with a smile. "You're so glib... so indecent..." Ruomei said shyly. "Did you fulfill your dream..." I teased her by asking. I saw her cherry lips turn, and she gave me a sidelong glance, a look of reproach mixed with resentment, a captivating and alluring pose! Gentle yet charming, mature beauty tinged with a touch of youthful shyness! Truly captivating! A beauty that bewitches the soul! Looking at this lovely yet pitiful woman, I felt a pang of pity. He bent down, suckling her breasts again, his right hand playing with her rosy clitoris, his waist shifting slightly! The wind chimes tinkled, birds whistled at dawn, and her moans aroused her once more! It was a sign that she had once again experienced the initial pleasure, the joy and delight! In the hazy light of the dewy moonlight, her face, like a lotus flower, displayed complex changes! Her dazed eyes, half-closed and half-open, revealed her desire once more! One slender hand gripped the sheets tightly! The clenching and pulling expressed her inner desire! Her delicate eyebrows rose and fell, responding to the touch of my fingers! The moans were incessant, her cherry lips parted slightly, a captivating display of allure… She pleaded shyly, “Fan! Come…on…” This was a call of love! A yearning of passion! A need of desire! The licentious wantonness… I straightened up, lightly leading my warhorse, spear in hand, into the pass. The steed beneath me reared up and neighed, already at the starting line, ready for a long, arduous journey! At this moment, my jade stem, its veins slightly bulging, seemed to roam like a thousand hooves galloping, hot, thick, firm, and long-lasting! And she, panting softly, raised one long, shapely jade leg, swaying it in the air, while the other hooked around my jade neck! This posture opened her secret gate wide! I saw her sparse, verdant hair, her delicate golden threads, her slightly raised mons pubis, her jade walls seemingly closed, shrouded in mist and clouds, glistening with dew. I thrust in hastily, into her, a bittersweet spring passion, a slippery, secluded path, causing her to gasp softly. With a cry like a nightingale's song, her body trembled, her neck shook, her breath quivered, her voice long and drawn out like a sob, her moans like the chirping of insects! I greedily craved this softness, my heart and soul dizzy with desire. Three thrusts and nine withdrawals, the movements fluid and controlled, slow pushes and quick pulls, each thrust causing her to retreat and open her mouth, each in and out accompanied by a moan. Her cherry lips opened and closed, twisting and turning, her moans evolving from soft whimpers to deep, guttural cries. Her cries transformed from muffled gasps to trembling, delicate sobs, utterly captivating and enchanting. Soon, her waist swayed, her breasts trembled, her eyes glazed, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath coming in gasps. The fragrance of orchids filled the air, revealing her to be utterly captivated, her body weak and limp, her virility fully released! Her legs spread wider, urging me to penetrate her further. "Fan... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..." she moaned, her breath coming in gasps, as if in a dream, the pain, numbness, itchiness, and tingling sensations causing her to climax three times in a row. I felt waves of pleasure, like climbing mountains and soaring through the clouds, rising and falling, higher and higher. I reached forward with both hands, grasped her breasts, and vigorously kneaded and thrust. Like a green dragon playing in a clear pool, waves surged and surged. The sounds of "plop" were incessant. It was the outward expression of music, the harmonious sound of zither and lute. A chill ran through me, and my semen flowed like a torrent, filling her flower core. With the last chill, I desperately pressed her legs forward to my shoulders and held her tightly. "Ah! Fan... don't..." she whimpered, trying to push away my excessive penetration. The sun was high in the sky, and the golden rays of the sun shone through the window. I opened my sleepy and tired eyes and found that her presence had vanished. I looked around and found her standing in front of the French windows, draped in a white gauze dress. The strong light illuminated her alluring body, the familiar lines I had admired before. Her slightly upturned breasts looked up like a mother bird waiting to be fed. The white gauze dress fluttered behind her in the morning breeze. She was like a serene and pure goddess. Gazing at her slender, standing figure, I wondered what she was thinking. I put on my underpants, tiptoed behind her, and reached out to cover her eyes. "Ah!..." Ruomei was startled by my sudden action. "Ugh! It's you, Fan! Let go, you startled me!" She twisted slightly, then nestled into my arms. "What are you thinking about? Lost in thought, standing here alone?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, my lips pressed against her delicate neck as I asked softly. "I was thinking about... last night's dream..." A touch of emotion welled up within me, and I turned her around, just as I was about to... "No... Fan... you should go! Let me have a beautiful memory... okay?" Her fragrant lips trembled slightly as she spoke softly... I released her, gazing into her eyes, which held a hint of melancholy mixed with a touch of happiness. "Fan... I will remember you... Thank you for giving me a sweet dream." The romantic and wild woman of last night is gone; before me stands a strange, tender woman. "An unfinished destiny from a past life, today's encounter exempts us from the red thread of fate, fulfilling a lifelong dream." She murmured, taking out a strand of her hair, saying, "I hope you will remember me..." Through my tear-filled eyes, my vision blurred..."Fan! Come...up..." This is the call of love! The yearning of passion! The need of desire! The wantonness of lust... I straighten up, lightly leading my warhorse, spear in hand, into the pass. The steed beneath me raises its head and neighs, already at the starting line, ready for a long gallop! At this moment, my jade stem, its veins slightly bulging, is like a thousand hooves racing, hot, thick, firm, and long-lasting! And she, panting softly, raises one long, perfectly proportioned jade leg and swings it in the air, while the other is already hooked around my jade neck! This posture opens her secret gate wide! I see her sparse, green hair, her golden threads soft and fine, her mons pubis slightly raised, her jade walls seemingly closed, shrouded in mist and clouds, glistening with dew. I thrust in quickly, into her tender spring passion, her slippery secret path, making her open her mouth and let out a soft "ah." With a cry like a nightingale's song and a phoenix's cry, her body trembles, her neck shakes, her breath is like a trembling sob, her moans are like the chirping of insects! I crave this softness and my heart is dizzy and my soul is intoxicated. Three thrusts and nine withdrawals, the movements fluid and controlled, slow pushes and quick pulls, each thrust causing her to retreat and open her mouth, each in and out accompanied by a moan. Her cherry lips opened and closed, twisting and turning, her moans evolving from soft whimpers to deep, guttural cries. Her cries transformed from muffled gasps to trembling, delicate sobs, utterly captivating and enchanting. Soon, her waist swayed, her breasts trembled, her eyes glazed, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath coming in gasps. The fragrance of orchids filled the air, revealing her to be utterly captivated, her body weak and limp, her virility fully released! Her legs spread wider, urging me to penetrate her further. "Fan... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..." she moaned, her breath coming in gasps, as if in a dream, the pain, numbness, itchiness, and tingling sensations causing her to climax three times in a row. I felt waves of pleasure, like climbing mountains and soaring through the clouds, rising and falling, higher and higher. I reached forward with both hands, grasped her breasts, and vigorously kneaded and thrust. Like a green dragon playing in a clear pool, waves surged and surged. The sounds of "plop" were incessant. It was the outward expression of music, the harmonious sound of zither and lute. A chill ran through me, and my semen flowed like a torrent, filling her flower core. With the last chill, I desperately pressed her legs forward to my shoulders and held her tightly. "Ah! Fan... don't..." she whimpered, trying to push away my excessive penetration. The sun was high in the sky, and the golden rays of the sun shone through the window. I opened my sleepy and tired eyes and found that her presence had vanished. I looked around and found her standing in front of the French windows, draped in a white gauze dress. The strong light illuminated her alluring body, the familiar lines I had admired before. Her slightly upturned breasts looked up like a mother bird waiting to be fed. The white gauze dress fluttered behind her in the morning breeze. She was like a serene and pure goddess. Gazing at her slender, standing figure, I wondered what she was thinking. I put on my underpants, tiptoed behind her, and reached out to cover her eyes. "Ah!..." Ruomei was startled by my sudden action. "Ugh! It's you, Fan! Let go, you startled me!" She twisted slightly, then nestled into my arms. "What are you thinking about? Lost in thought, standing here alone?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, my lips pressed against her delicate neck as I asked softly. "I was thinking about... last night's dream..." A touch of emotion welled up within me, and I turned her around, just as I was about to... "No... Fan... you should go! Let me have a beautiful memory... okay?" Her fragrant lips trembled slightly as she spoke softly... I released her, gazing into her eyes, which held a hint of melancholy mixed with a touch of happiness. "Fan... I will remember you... Thank you for giving me a sweet dream." The romantic and wild woman of last night was gone; before me stood a strange, tender woman. "An unfinished destiny from a past life, today's encounter exempts us from the red thread of fate, fulfilling a lifelong dream." She murmured, taking out a strand of her hair, saying, "I hope you will remember me..." Through my tear-filled eyes, my vision blurred...

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