The three-year agreement has arrived.

A dozen seconds later, a spotlight, like a soft bolt of lightning, shone on the circular stage. Couples, dressed in glamorous gowns and impeccably made-up, gracefully entered the center of the stage, immersing themselves in the light and beginning to dance. The lights shone on their faces, illuminating every long, false eyelash, their marble-smooth foreheads, their chins proudly slightly raised, their expressions aloof like a lake covered with a thin layer of ice—to Ali, they looked like perfectly matched couples. Ali sat alone in a corner of the bar, just chugging down drinks, one after another, eager to get drunk. He knew perfectly well: no matter how much he had wronged Huanhuan in the past, once tonight was over, everything would be resolved, and everything would begin anew. On stage, a man and a woman stood leg to leg, mouth to mouth, their steps seemingly graceful and agile, yet fraught with lurking danger. All their schemes and calculations were concealed within their elegant movements… “Panic and you lose, panic and you die! Kill! Kill! Kill…” A deafening chord of music blasted into Ali’s ears, jolting him awake from his sleep. He sat bolt upright. “It’s all the fault of my childhood sweetheart,” he cursed inwardly, feeling a mixture of grief and helplessness. Looking around, he saw a dim light in the room, the wall clock pointing to a quarter past five in the morning. To Ali’s surprise, Huanhuan sat quietly at the foot of the bed, puffing on a thin menthol cigarette. What had happened? Ali shook his head violently, his mind blank, devoid of any memory. After a few seconds, he realized he was sitting naked under the covers, clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor beneath the bed, clearly something he had hastily pulled off. Ali sighed deeply, slowly reclining on the bed, closing his eyes in frustration. He hadn't drunk much last night, yet he was completely drunk? His mind began to clear, as vivid as a neatly stacked bookshelf, memories slowly surfacing. The events of the past few days were too absurd, making him wonder if he was still dreaming. Yesterday was Sunday. Ali went to the ATM as usual to withdraw money, going to the Construction Bank branch not on the main street—for a high-paid designer like him, it was always better to be safe than sorry. Everything was familiar; the ATM beeped for a while before spitting out a thick stack of bills. He didn't even count them before putting them in his coat pocket—machines, though not as complex as the human brain, were always more precise, he'd always believed. Taking out his bank card and putting it in his wallet, he turned around, and as if struck by lightning, Ali froze—behind him in line was Su Wan! For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, rubbing his eyes, but it really was Su Wan! Su Wan also saw him, her reaction much calmer than Ali's. She merely smiled slightly, a gesture of greeting to an old friend. There were seven or eight people behind her in line, so Ali had to leave the ATM. Su Wan walked gracefully past him. She was so composed and calm, following the voice prompts to insert her card and enter her PIN… Meanwhile, Ali's mind was in turmoil. Like a puppet, he mechanically moved his feet to wait for Su Wan outside the service hall. Three years, a full three years! Ali had imagined countless times the scene of his reunion with Su Wan. Perhaps a deity was truly listening to his devout prayers, and this day had finally arrived, but it turned out to be so ordinary: both dressed in ordinary clothes, their expressions indifferent, vulgarly inserting cards to withdraw money, engaging in worldly transactions—not at all as glamorous as he had imagined. Only a glamorous reunion could be worthy of their vows, worthy of their ethereal love. Su Wan emerged from the service hall. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Su Wan spoke first: "Are you... alright?" No, really not alright, Ali wanted to say. A thousand words surged up, filling his chest, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to ask, "Where have you been all these years? I'm in this city, in the same place. Why didn't you come to find me? Do you know how hard it was for me to wait for you?"... These words were too sentimental, like lines from a TV drama. He didn't utter a single one. Finally, he spat out through clenched teeth, "I'm fine... how about you?" Su Wan looked into his eyes, unblinking, her gaze as clear as ever. "I'm fine..." she said softly, standing still. Ali wanted to say, "Let's find a place to sit and chat, talk about these past years." But Su Wan glanced at her watch, and he quickly said, "Are you busy? I'll give you a ride." He casually pointed to the parking lot, where Ali's red Ferrari was parked. “Don’t bother me.” Su Wan gently shook her head, not even glancing at the Ferrari. “It’s convenient for me to take the bus; it’s only a ten-minute walk…” she said, turning to walk away. “Oh…” Ali was taken aback, but this was his lover, always so calm and collected. “I’ll walk with you!” he said, not caring whether Su Wan agreed or not, and quickly followed. Ten minutes wasn’t enough time for much conversation, so Ali skipped all the pleasantries and got to the point: “I’m divorced!” Su Wan didn’t reply, but her facial muscles twitched involuntarily as she silently walked towards the bus stop. “These past three years, I’ve actually had a very difficult time, you should know that,” Ali said as he walked, as if talking to himself. “She’s a good person, but we just weren’t right for each other; it’s all my fault.” He added, the reasons for which were naturally difficult to explain, but he finished with a sense of relief. Su Wan stopped, looking at his face with a quiet gaze. She had always believed in him; her expression wasn’t one of distrust. She seemed lost in thought, remaining silent for a long while before finally saying, "That year, my father's company went bankrupt, leaving him with a lot of debt. He was constantly on the run from creditors, so he had to send me to study in France. I still haven't heard from him..." She chuckled slightly, then looked away, unable to continue, her clear eyes masking a bitter weariness. "I waited for you for a year, receiving no news whatsoever. I only got married after I was in despair!" As Ali said this, he desperately wanted to hug her and cry. He really wanted to say, "Could your life be any worse? Then I could be worthy of you!" Of course, he didn't, and couldn't, say that. Su Wan sniffed and strode towards the station. "Are you alone?" Ali jogged after her. Su Wan nodded without turning back. He was greatly encouraged, a surge of joy welling up inside him, and blurted out, "Where's your phone?" A bus roared past, its doors slamming open. Su Wan stepped on, turning back to recite a string of numbers. Ali quickly jotted down each number, oblivious to the bus sweeping Su Wan away. Su Wan's appearance was like a gentle breeze, bringing Ali only fleeting joy, like a dream. For hours after returning home, he was in a daze, not even sure how he got home. Memories of the past years played out in his mind like an old movie, making it impossible for him to concentrate. As if by prior arrangement, Huanhuan appeared at the door just before dark, her clothes disheveled and her expression haggard. She had disappeared for two years, and Ali knew she had run off somewhere with her childhood sweetheart, a wanted criminal, but he wasn't particularly saddened. Now, Huanhuan had suddenly reappeared at his house, packing her things, and he felt neither surprise nor joy, nor did he try to stop her. Out of sight, out of mind, he changed his clothes, turned around, and went out, stepping into the bar. He finished the drink with gusto, getting completely drunk, forgetting the past. From now on, he would seize the happiness that was rightfully his, start a new life, and never let go again. Of course, no one spoke to him; he could only drink in silence—he hadn't called Su Wan, hadn't figured out what to say to her, but he knew she would definitely come back to him. Under the influence of alcohol, long-lost passion and impulse, like a beast dormant within him, slowly awakened and opened its eyes. He had lost this ability for three years, and now it had returned. Every man had to accept this ability with a kind of morbid acknowledgment—after all, it was a man's most primal characteristic, and also where he had wronged Huanhuan. Stepping out of the bar, the ground was brightly lit, the stars twinkled in the sky, and a cool evening breeze caressed his burning cheeks—what a beautiful night! However, he couldn't drive himself in this situation, so he called a designated driver to take him downstairs, drove the car into the garage, and staggered upstairs. Pushing open the door, the room was brightly lit. Huanhuan was still there, tidying her clothes in the bedroom. She had her own wardrobe, which Ali hadn't touched in the past two years. A large black suitcase lay spread out on the floor, and at first glance, the bed and floor were covered with all sorts of women's clothes: skirts, sweaters, coats… even semi-transparent nylon pajamas and alluring nurse uniforms. Huanhuan was tidying up, glancing up briefly, silently appraising him, forcing a wry smile before lowering her head again to continue. Only her full buttocks swayed under her skirt. Almost without a moment's hesitation, Ali felt his blood rush to his head, his temples throbbing, and he pounced on her like a madman.Huanhuan was pushed to the ground, onto the pile of messy clothes that screamed "trashy taste." Without a word, he pounced on her, wrapping her tightly beneath him. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Huanhuan was caught off guard and struggled in terror, but the man held her arms firmly, preventing her from moving. Ali's pupils flashed with a ferocious light, and his large mouth impatiently covered the woman's bright red cherry lips, sealing them completely, not allowing a breath of air to escape, let alone a sound. Huanhuan's body trembled slightly as the man's tongue stubbornly pried open her tightly closed teeth, like a snake, penetrating deep into her lips and teeth. The warm, slippery snake found the small, curled-up snake with a sweet, fishy smell deep inside its mouth. It hastily coiled up and sucked it greedily, making loud smacking sounds. A blush spread across Huanhuan's beautiful face, and her nostrils flared with rapid, heavy breaths. When she finally broke free from the man's mouth, her voice became weak and powerless: "We're divorced, what's the point of this?!" Her high-pitched voice was like a mosquito's buzz. "I don't care, I want you, right now!" Ali roared, his lower body already swollen, pressing against the woman's crotch through his pants. The soft flesh was dented in the center, and the area the size of a coin where his glans touched was burning hot. "No, no... How can this be?" Huanhuan cried out urgently, grabbing the man's restless hand just in time. The hand slid down to her buttocks, trying to pull down her pale pink thong. "We're husband and wife, why can't we?!" Ali yelled, shaking off her arm. The woman raised her hand to slap him, but he, with sharp eyes and quick reflexes, grabbed her soft wrist. "Bastard! Pervert..." Huanhuan cursed repeatedly, struggling wildly with all her might, trying to overturn the man. Ali, at this moment, was like a wolf starved for three years; how could he let go of the prey at his mouth? He firmly gripped the woman's wrist, using all his strength to subdue her again and again, until she was exhausted and unable to struggle anymore. He himself was also exhausted, panting heavily. "Hey! No condom, want to have a baby! No status!" Huanhuan glared fiercely at the man's eyes, questioning him. "What's this? I'll raise them!" Ali muttered sullenly. With his current financial situation, raising a dozen wouldn't be a problem, but that wasn't the issue: he didn't want Huanhuan's offspring. However, the die was cast, and he had his own plans. Huanhuan had calmed down from her initial shock and sighed deeply. She sighed again and said, "Fine! We've been together for three years. I know you. You're not the kind of person who goes back on their word!" With that, she relaxed her tense body, slowly closing her beautiful eyes, looking completely submissive. Ali, reeking of alcohol, once again reached for her innocent thong. The woman obediently curled her legs, letting the small piece of fabric slip down over her full buttocks, along her long, white legs, and past her perfectly plump ankles. He clutched the soft thong in his hand, no bigger than a fist, and sniffed it. A strong, fishy smell wafted from it, mixed with the pleasant scent of sunshine. "Why does it smell so good tonight?" he wondered, dizzy. His penis throbbed painfully in his pants. Ali threw off the thong, roughly grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs. The woman's secret garden between her legs was now revealed, looking both familiar and strange. Huanhuan, though an ordinary woman, was not lacking in feminine allure: a smooth, flat abdomen, a high mound of flesh covered with a thin layer of pubic hair, and below the mound, plump and white like a freshly steamed, cracked bun, with a pink slit in the middle, glistening with glistening fluid. Ali couldn't resist reaching out a finger to gently touch that alluring slit. The slit, as if alive, trembled slightly and closed tightly. "It doesn't even recognize me anymore!" Ali muttered self-deprecatingly. On their wedding night, he unexpectedly became impotent, and for two years he remained limp, facing this beauty night after night, yet unable to penetrate it. It was truly agonizing! "Hmm…you have to be gentle!" Huanhuan hummed softly, her knees tense like a woman on her wedding night. After a long while, she gradually relaxed, her knees stopped trembling, her legs parted slightly, and the shrunken slit slowly unfolded, like a flower opening its sleepy eyes. "So beautiful!" Ali exclaimed sincerely, while inwardly envying Huanhuan's wanted criminal boyfriend: He'd been living the dream for over a year! His heart pounded, and his blood rushed through his veins. He reverently reached out again, using his index and middle fingers to pry open the slit. A small hole, like a throat, writhed nervously, oozing clear, glistening fluid. This fluid flowed down the opening into the vagina, gathering into a large droplet at the perineum. Under the influence of gravity, it finally collapsed, forming a shimmering trickle that meandered down to the anus, which was as large as a coin's eye. His erection was as hard as an iron rod. Ali, unable to suppress his burning desire, groaned hoarsely, "I'm coming!" Huanhuan hummed in agreement, struggling to sit up. Her eyes, misty and alluring, seemed to be veiled by a layer of water. "One last time, I want to see you there!" she said. The woman's request wasn't unreasonable, but Ali still felt slightly embarrassed. He straightened up, kneeling on the floor, and pulled his t-shirt off his head, revealing bulging muscles rolling down his back—he was a regular at the gym, so such a physique was nothing unusual. He didn't dare look the woman in the eye, hanging his head as he stood up from the floor, bending down to pull off his pants and underwear as well, tossing them aside, his burly member proudly erect between his legs. "I never expected it, it's so big!" Huanhuan murmured, her face flushed, a mixture of regret and resentment in her voice. Why did she have to see it at the moment of parting? Who orchestrated this plot? "Do you like it?" Ali asked, a hint of smugness in his voice. Perhaps the wanted criminal's member wasn't this large, which was why Huanhuan said that. "Yes, it's beautiful! Why did it have to be now?" Huanhuan said, frowning, her face as red as a ripe apple. She extended her slender, slender fingers and gently grasped his penis, giving a bitter smile as she said, "If you had done this earlier, I wouldn't have left you!" Ali remained silent. What could he say? He had been trying, yet he could never become a normal man again. But at least he knew why, just as he knew why he was able to do it tonight. Huanhuan, however, had been completely oblivious to his year-long sexual relationship, and now was no different. He knew Huanhuan loved him, and he felt an unbearable guilt because of this heavy love. "I'm going crazy!" Ali's mind was in turmoil. He crawled silently to the woman on his knees and rolled her legs up. "Please be gentle!" Huanhuan said, silently removing her dress from her head, revealing a pale pink lace bra. She reached back and, with two soft clicks, the transparent bra slipped off her rounded shoulders, her white breasts spilling out. "Gulp..." Ali swallowed hard, leaning forward to press down on her. The woman quickly wrapped her arms around her breasts and lay back amidst the disheveled clothes. He reached out to push her hands away, but encountered no resistance. Instead, the woman proactively spread her arms to her sides, lying there completely naked. Her firm breasts seemed unaffected by gravity, maintaining their perfect hemispherical shape, as if they were always like this, whether standing or lying down. Words were no longer possible. Ali's body slumped down, his strong pectoral muscles pressing down on the woman's full breasts, suppressing her trembling and writhing body. His fingertips slid down her bare belly, feeling her skin as smooth as silk. His fingers were aimed at that white, fragrant mound, and they got what they wanted—his fingertips precisely parted the dripping crevice. "Come in...come in quickly..." Huanhuan trembled, her soft arms urgently wrapping around the man's neck and pulling him down. Ali's face had nowhere to hide, burying itself in the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, he arched his back, gently shrugging his buttocks, tentatively confirming the precise location of the slit with the head of his penis, then raised his hips high and thrust all the way in. "Ah-ah--" Huanhuan let out a short, plaintive moan, her brows furrowing instantly. "Okay..." Ali felt a sense of relief, as if he had finally handed in an exam that should have been submitted two years ago. He wanted his penis to rest, to feel it again, but the woman wouldn't let him go. Trembling folds of flesh enveloped him from all sides, hot molten lava surging within. Huanhuan's hands wrapped around him again, pressing his buttocks and pulling him deeper into her groin. Ali put aside his guilt and began to thrust in and out, the vagina already wet and slippery, making a series of splashing sounds. "Husband! Husband...it's so itchy! So itchy...it feels so good...it feels so good! Ahh..." Huanhuan cried out in high and low tones. She was an easily aroused woman, and her legs would curl up from time to time.Sometimes she would wrap herself around my thighs, sometimes she would kick and thrash wildly on the floor. But it felt as if a fire was burning inside her, making her cheeks flush and her sweat pour down. She knew she had made a mistake, and calling him "husband" was no longer appropriate, but this was the last time. Ali was determined to make this a spectacular sight, gritting his teeth as he lifted his hips high and thrust them down hard, making sure to penetrate deep into her flesh each time, changing the angle of insertion from time to time, not missing any corner... One marriage, one time; he and she both wanted to get their fill. "Ah... ah... ahhh..." Huanhuan cried out with abandon, feeling happiness for the first time in Ali's arms. She felt comfortable, she enjoyed it, her head rolling around on the disheveled clothes. "Deeper... deeper... deeper is more satisfying!" she demanded of the man. Before him, two white, voluptuous breasts swayed back and forth. Ali was panting heavily, but as long as he had a breath left, he couldn't stop, even if he was exhausted—he owed Huanhuan too much, and he wanted to repay as much as he could. The clothes on the floor were even more disheveled, so they went to the bed. The solid wood bed floated lightly like a small boat, slamming against the wall with a thud. Huanhuan was already delirious, or perhaps terrified, her whole body trembling violently as she was at his mercy. Her high-pitched moans had turned into a mixture of bitter and pleasurable sobs. Had she been overwhelmed by the unexpected storm three times, or four times? She couldn't remember; she only knew that she was frantically taking, and he was frantically giving, rushing together towards that peak of pleasure, to release her broken soul and body. Ali was like a completely different person, devoid of reason and thought, like a wild horse galloping across a vast grassland, running faster and faster, tireless, almost taking flight... Suddenly, a tingling sensation shot through his lower back, that long-lost feeling jolted him awake, a chilling warmth spreading rapidly from the tip of his penis like an electric current, coursing through his entire body, the familiar pleasure gripping him tightly. "It's coming, it's coming..." Ali roared, shoving the woman away, a faint "pop" sound as his penis separated from her vagina. He rolled off the bed, his penis stretching out with all its might, shooting out a beautiful semi-parabolic stream, slapping against the woman's white belly, striking her plump thighs, some even reaching her head and neck. Both were soaked to the bone, panting heavily, unable to catch their breath… “What is this?” the woman asked softly from behind, the pungent smell of menthol cigarettes wafting over them. Ali didn’t answer. It was 5:30. He was wide awake again, thinking about other things: he didn’t have physiological erectile dysfunction; all his symptoms were psychosomatic. His passion with Huanhuan was fleeting; without that one person, he would be incomplete. “Let’s just say we were husband and wife!” the woman seemed to answer herself. Ali lay with his back to the woman, motionless. A couple of times, he really wanted to turn around and sincerely tell Huanhuan, “No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you can come to me!” Of course, he didn’t. There are no “maybes” or “futures” in this world. Even with so-called acts of kindness, you might be willing, but others might not. So, he said nothing and fell into a deep sleep again. When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright daylight. Huanhuan was no longer in bed; the large black suitcase had been moved away. Sunlight streamed through the thick, pale white and light blue curtains, casting a rosy glow on the floor before the bed. For the first time in three years, he didn't find the morning sunlight so unpleasant. Ali got up and drew back the curtains, as if ushering in a new chapter in his life. [The End]

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