Yingjie, who had just gotten divorced

In my mind, Yingjie is a cold and beautiful rose. She has a fantastic figure, fair and smooth skin, and a strikingly defined physique—a quintessential Eastern beauty. The only regret is that her beautiful eyes always seem to be veiled by ice, making people hesitant to approach her. A friend described her as: "She's like a pool of pure, colorless water, the embodiment of Antarctic ice. You can look at her, feel her, but never try to touch her; you might get frozen solid." People don't know much about Yingjie's past, only that she's divorced. Her ex-husband moved to another city with her best friend. When well-meaning female colleagues try to introduce her to boyfriends, she coldly refuses. Except for work-related occasions, she won't eat with men. Many lecherous men can only sigh in vain. She actually dresses quite fashionably, often wearing revealing clothes that make people's imaginations run wild—perhaps it's just a woman's love of beauty. But we've never seen a man with her; sometimes we even suspect she's gay, which is truly regrettable. But what happened between us later completely refuted that claim. She was definitely not a lesbian, nor was she a colorless, innocent woman; she was a woman of flesh and blood, with feelings and desires. Like most women, she needed a man's affection, but she didn't want to be hurt again. She was fragile and afraid of being abandoned by a man again. Later, she told me she never wanted to marry again, which made me incredibly sad and unforgettable. We only had sex once, and it was the only time in my life. I'm grateful for the rain that night, grateful for that rainy summer, grateful for… Because the rainy season was so long and I was so busy with work, all my summer clothes were unwashed and I had no choice but to buy new ones. I checked my watch; it was still early before the supermarket closed, so I grabbed something to eat and rushed off to buy clothes. When I entered the supermarket, the rain wasn't too heavy, but as soon as I came out, a torrential downpour accompanied by strong winds transformed the area into a network of puddles and streams. I had to wait for the rain to subside before heading back to my dorm. The damned downpour had created puddles everywhere; I was worried I might twist my ankle. I muttered to myself in frustration. Just as I was nearing the factory gate, I spotted a woman leaning against a wall, standing on one leg, rubbing her other foot. The figure looked familiar. As I got closer, ah! It was Sister Ying! So she was the one who had twisted her ankle. Ugh… what a jinx! I quickly went up to her and asked, "How are you, Sister Ying? Should I call a car to take you to the hospital for a checkup?" "Thank you, no need, I'll be fine in a bit," she replied, her expression still blank, though her face was pale, probably from the pain. What a perfect opportunity to get close to her! How could I let it slip by? "No, I'll call a rickshaw to take you home! It's not far, but it'll be too much of a hassle for you to walk back." I quickly flagged down a rickshaw on the street. She didn't say anything, but I could feel her watching me the whole time. Even though I was calling for a rickshaw with my back to her, I could still feel her grateful gaze. Thankfully, a rickshaw arrived quickly. I gently helped her onto the rickshaw, and she didn't refuse. The moment my hand touched her smooth arm, I felt a surge of excitement. Then another worry popped into my head: who would help her upstairs? So I told the rickshaw driver, "Go slowly, I'll follow behind." Then I told Sister Ying, "I'll help you upstairs later. Your feet hurt, it'll be hard for you." This time she didn't say much, just nodded and said a few words: "Thank you." She lived on the second floor, and we went up quickly. I actually wished she lived on the seventh or eighth floor. Hehe, then I could have more contact with her delicate arms. Her house was very clean and filled with a pleasant fragrance, which immediately aroused my desire. But I remained rational; I would never rape her, I wasn't that beastly. I helped her to sit on the sofa and asked, "Sister Ying, do you have any safflower oil or anything? I'll rub it on quickly." "No, thank you, Ah Huo." She said indifferently, "You can go back now! It's nothing serious, it'll be fine tomorrow." "No, look how swollen your foot is, I'll go buy some for you." Without waiting for her to stop me, I quickly opened the door and went downstairs to buy the medicine. I returned quickly with the medicine, and the moment I handed it to her, I saw her eyes filled with gratitude; her former coldness had vanished completely. "I'm leaving, Sister Ying, you can apply the medicine yourself!" I said this against my will; I didn't want to leave at all, but I couldn't find a reason to stay. //777fen."Okay, you've been busy for a while now, you should go home and rest early! I'm very grateful for your help, I'll treat you to a meal sometime as a thank you." She spoke very gently then. Reluctantly, I left her house. The next day at noon, I was reading a novel in my dorm when someone gently knocked on the door. "Who is it? The door's not locked, come in." I said lazily. I didn't expect it to be Sister Ying. She was wearing a white low-cut t-shirt, sexy denim shorts, her hair styled in a slicked-back style over her shoulders, and a delicate gold necklace with a small platinum cross sparkling on her fair neck. I was so captivated that I forgot to speak. "I asked Xiao Liu and found out you live here, so I came to return the money to you." She said softly, "I forgot to give you the money for the medicine I bought last night." "Oh dear! What's a few dollars? How's your foot? It shouldn't be delayed by something so small!" I said hurriedly. "It's nothing serious, it still hurts a little, but it's basically healed." She said gently, "Why don't you offer me a seat?" "Oh, I'm sorry, please sit down." I quickly opened a chair for her and poured her some water. "No need to be so polite, I'll be leaving right away." She held out her hand and said, "Here's ten dollars, and I'll invite you to my place for dinner tonight." "Forget it, it's just ten dollars." I said happily, "I'll come for dinner, please sit a little longer." "No, the money is yours, I can't take it." Her attitude was firm, and she put the money on my table. Then she stood up and said, "I'm going back now, come over at six o'clock tonight." "Okay, okay, I'll definitely come." After seeing Sister Ying off, I couldn't have been happier. Then began the anxious wait. Four dishes were prepared for dinner. Yingjie was still dressed charmingly. When the dishes were served, she suddenly said nervously, "Sorry, Ah Huo, I didn't prepare any beer. I don't usually drink, so I forgot." "It's okay, it's okay, I don't like drinking either," I said dishonestly. Actually, I really hoped she would bring some beer; I like to drink too. "Oh, right, there seems to be a bottle of baijiu in the cabinet, it's been there for a long time," she said, going to open the cabinet. As she bent down to open the cabinet to find the wine, I looked at her round, firm buttocks and long legs, and for a moment, I felt a surge of desire again. Dinner started off a little awkward; we were both a bit unnatural in our conversation. I was really grateful for that bottle of aged baijiu; with my encouragement, she drank some, and that's how we started talking more, from life to love, from love to career… until very late. I tried my best to think of jokes to make her laugh; she actually had a rather cute laugh, I don't understand why she's always so cold. Drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor) was indeed very hot in the summer; even with the air conditioning on, it didn't help, and we both sweated a lot. Perhaps due to the alcohol, she actually let me watch TV while she went to take a shower. I had no idea what was on TV; I only heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. A sense of guilt made me muster the courage to go over. I pushed open the door; it wasn't locked. She had her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes closed, letting the cold water wash over her beautiful body. I went over and hugged her tightly. She didn't resist, didn't say anything, and we began to kiss passionately. Even in the cold water, her body was still warm. I greedily kissed her breasts, ears, and her firm, white breasts. My hands gently caressed her smooth back and buttocks. Her arms tightened around my neck, and I felt her nipples harden. Her legs pressed together. I pushed her away and quickly took off my clothes. She took the initiative to kiss my lips, chest, and finally my penis. She took it in, gently licking my glans and occasionally my testicles. Occasionally, she would quickly stroke my penis with her hand. I closed my eyes tightly, held her hair in my arms, and savored the wonderful moment. Slowly, I felt myself starting to ejaculate. No, I couldn't ejaculate. Thinking of this, I immediately hugged her and walked towards the bedroom. I began to greedily kiss every part of her body, my hands also busy caressing her sensitive spots. Finally, we got into a 69 position and began to comfort each other. I gently parted her vulva with my fingers, which was already flooded. I began to tease her clitoris with my tongue and fingers, and in an instant, another wave of pleasure surged... "Hurry up and put it in!" She cried out pitifully the moment her buttocks cramped. Without hesitation, I adjusted my position, raised my spear, and without any tenderness, inserted it all the way into her long-sealed secret gate. At first, I played with her breasts with my hands, and didn't thrust hard. I slowly went in and out of her narrow, warm, and smooth flesh, until her buttocks were raised higher and higher, then I increased the speed. Her moans were peculiar: "Oh...damn man...God...oh...heartless man..." Looking back, I felt like I was playing the role of her ex-husband. Later, she rolled over, sticking her butt out, letting me do it from behind. She said she liked it, that it felt better that way, and I naturally obliged, wholeheartedly offering my energy. I don't know why I was so vigorous that night; from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the sofa, I didn't feel like ejaculating at all. Finally, when she was rocking wildly on top, I started to feel it. As waves of heat surged from her flower garden, as her buttocks contracted sharply, as her nails scratched my shoulder, I mercilessly sprayed the depths of her flower garden with my submachine gun. That night we barely spoke, just made love. At dawn, I dragged my tired body back to my dorm and slept all day. That night I went again, repeating the primitive human labor. She was still cold during the day, but at night, when I was there, she was suffocatingly hot. There were no vows of eternal love between us, no entanglements or complicated relationships. We had sex, we loved, but we weren't meant to be husband and wife. Later, we ended that sexual relationship, and I found the girl I truly loved. She didn't blame me; instead, she blessed me greatly. True water may truly be colorless! The colored true water might have been mixed with rainwater that night, forcing it to have color. But I believe true water has color. As long as you do it with your heart, feel it, you may very well be able to see and touch it. In this mundane world, filled with dust, where can you find colorless true water?

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