Cruel clients

(I) One day, Wang Tao asked me, "Chen Huan, do you know what the most cruel customer of a prostitute is like?" Then he laughed triumphantly at me, "That's someone who, after paying for the prostitute's services, robs her of all her money." I immediately admitted that his statement was correct. Prostitutes often say, "Not giving a tip is rape." So, after paying for the services, robbing her of all her savings is as cruel as raping her for a lifetime. My real name isn't Chen Huan, just as I know in my heart that Wang Tao's real name isn't Wang Tao either. Actually, when you really think about it, none of that matters. Any name is just for others to address you; the real or fake doesn't affect communication between friends. During that time, Wang Tao was the closest person in my life. I also had my own unavoidable difficulties. Everyone has moments of loneliness, right? Even a madman feels lonely. I personally witnessed a mental patient standing forlornly at a crossroads under the Liège sun, gazing at the distant sky at a 45-degree angle until his eyes filled with tears, oblivious to the cars honking and rushing past him. Besides, I'm strong, meticulous, and emotionally volatile—a naturally lonely Aquarius. I often felt as lonely as the madman I saw that day. Luckily, I met this guy, now called Wang Tao, in time, otherwise I would have gone mad during those lonely days. In the autumn of 2004, Wang Tao and I fled from city A to city B. We were on edge the whole way, our hearts pounding like startled birds. Whenever a uniformed policeman passed by in the train passageway, we would subtly turn our heads away, not daring to let our guard down, our hands secretly slipping into our pockets, gripping the hilts of our sweat-soaked knives. Yes, I used the word "flee," and it's quite apt. We were both wanted by police here or there; before we met, we were two strangers, two robbers. We only relaxed when we arrived in city B. It was our first time in city B, and for people like us, a completely unfamiliar city is a safe haven. Then, we quickly integrated into the city's culture and streets. Never underestimate the power of culture; whether it's infiltrating or carrying out a robbery, a cultured robber will have an easier time. This is a skill honed through long periods of wandering. In City B, we had new identities. This time, I was called Chen Huan, and he was called Wang Tao. Robbers who value their status generally disdain robbing prostitutes. Prostitutes are also a vulnerable group in this society, just like us, unprotected by the law and the police, living in constant fear and loneliness, afraid to reveal their identities to anyone. So, when Wang Tao suggested robbing the prostitute he'd patronized the night before, I initially refused. Wang Tao said, "Damn, didn't you see how rich that little bitch is? The diamond on her hand is bigger than any I've ever stolen. Besides..." He chuckled for a while, "I wanted to sleep with her a few more times, but I'm out of money now." Things were getting tense; there were police officers patrolling everywhere in City B, and we hadn't yet carried out a single worthwhile robbery. "Trust me, Chen Huan, robbing her once will be more rewarding than robbing a small savings bank," Wang Tao urged me. I was convinced by his words. You can't force yourself to admit that a prostitute more valuable than a small savings bank belongs to a truly vulnerable group. Robin Hood is an ideal that every robber can't forget. She's so rich, and we're so poor today. Money stolen is spent faster than money obtained by any other means. No one would disagree with that, right? At 1 a.m. on November 17, 2004, I received a message from Wang Tao: Happy birthday, Huan-gege! I knew he had taken control of the prostitute named Xue'er upstairs. (II) This was a nice neighborhood. The buildings weren't tall, but they were very stylish. Wang Tao went upstairs with the prostitute around 11 a.m., but he didn't send me a message until two hours later. I sat on a stone bench in the community's public garden, cursing him countless times in my heart. The view upstairs was so beautiful; didn't he think about the loneliness of waiting alone on a late autumn night? Building 3, fourth floor, Block C. I only knocked lightly on the door before Wang Tao opened it. The room was nicely decorated; a two-bedroom apartment, made to feel like a warm home. Xue'er's hands were bound with duct tape, and she sat naked on the bedroom floor, her buttocks a mess, Wang Tao's filth still slowly seeping out. She worked at a nightclub and rented her own apartment. She would bring customers back when they requested escorts, as she was afraid of being caught by the police in hotels. Her eyes were filled with terror. Wang Tao squatted down beside her, teasing her tender nipples with a gleaming dagger. Her mouth was stuffed with a wad of stocking, and she dared not dodge or struggle, only letting out a mournful sob. I asked softly, "Miss Xue'er, right? We have some things we'd like to talk to you about. If you promise not to scream, we can take the stocking out of your mouth first." Xue'er nodded. I took a printed sheet of paper from my pocket. It was a notice from the A City Public Security Bureau regarding a robbery that occurred on the clothing street in the fall. It contained a blurry image of Wang Tao and me captured by surveillance cameras. Only after confirming that she had clearly seen the brutal description of our crime did I remove the object from her mouth. I said to Xue'er, "You must believe me, our only goal is money. Nobody wants anyone to die." Miss Xue'er cooperated and nodded slightly. "There's some cash and jewelry in the house. I'll give it all to you." Wang Tao used a dagger to cut the tape binding her hands. Xue'er slowly stood up and walked to the dressing table. Semen dripped down her thighs. She quickly wiped her face with a tissue and tossed it onto the clean floor. It was clear she wanted to end this as soon as possible. She opened the dressing table drawer, took out the cash and jewelry, and placed them on the table. When she pulled the diamond ring that had burned Wang Tao's eyes off her finger, she seemed to feel a little heartache, but it was still swift. "That's all, brother. I've brought out everything I have in my room." I smiled at her, "Miss Xue'er, you're really beautiful." Xue'er hesitated and said, "Brother, if you want to sleep with me, that's fine too. Should I go wash up first?" She wiped herself with a tissue, crumpled it up, and threw it at the foot of the bed. I chuckled and asked her, "Do you think the night is still long and you don't want us to leave early?" She paused, picked up a purse from beside the bed, took out her phone and wallet, placed a small stack of bills and the phone on the table, and looked at me earnestly, "Brother, I really have nothing left." I said to her, "You're so young and beautiful. It would be such a waste if we had to hurt you, wouldn't it, Xue'er?" Xue'er started trembling and slowly knelt down in front of me. "Big brother, I won't report it to the police. Please let me go. I'll be grateful to you both for the rest of my life." I nodded. "Okay." Then I stopped smiling and stared intently into her eyes for a few seconds. "Xue'er, I just said that nobody wants someone to die. But I've never guaranteed that someone won't die. Do you understand?" Xue'er wept desperately. "Big brother, I've really given you everything. You have to believe me." "Alright." I lifted her chin and looked into her pupils, making sure she was completely subdued, before saying in a very soft voice, "ID card, bank card, PIN, give me everything." For a moment, she was genuinely heartbroken. I could see it, but I smiled. I turned on the computer in the bedroom; this was my ultimate goal for the night. If Wang Tao hadn't said Xue'er had a computer with internet access in her room, I wouldn't have robbed her for a worthless diamond ring. It wouldn't fetch much money if sold. I told Xue'er very seriously, "I'll only give up if you refuse to give it to me even if it kills you." No amount of money is more important than her life—at least, that's only from her perspective. Everything went smoothly; Xue'er gave me everything I wanted without any further futile resistance. I connected to the internet, logged into the bank, and applied for a personal online banking account for Xue'er. While I was busy transferring money, Wang Tao went to see Xue'er again. They had sex on the bed behind me. Wang Tao was crude; he clearly wanted to hear Xue'er moan, but several times he made her whimper in pain. He truly was a cruel client, I thought to myself as I typed. At 2:40 AM, the online banking transfer was completed. Today's income was quite substantial; it seems that being a prostitute is indeed a lucrative profession for pretty girls. (III) It's still early before dawn when the flow of people at the entrance of the residential area becomes dense. There are security guards at the entrance, and they will pay extra attention to anyone passing by now. I'm not in a hurry to leave. The safest time to leave is around 7:00 AM, when the flow of people is dense and no one will have time to give us a second glance. I haven't been with a woman in a long time, and Xue'er's naked body finally caught my eye. She was the kind of girl with fair and tender skin, naturally milky in color and smooth as silk. She named herself Xue'er, probably out of some degree of confidence in her body. I confirmed that Xue'er was indeed the kind of naturally beautiful woman Wang Tao had described.I released her breasts, patted Wang Tao's butt, and told him to go outside. Wang Tao obediently pulled up his pants and went out. Xue'er lay on the bed, looking at me with fear in her eyes. I smiled and told her to go wash herself. Xue'er put on slippers and went to the bathroom. I leaned against the bathroom door frame watching her as she showered, using her fingers to carefully remove the filth Wang Tao had left inside her. Wang Tao sat on the sofa in the living room and turned to me, saying, "You're such a pain, why bother washing yourself so thoroughly? This girl's down there is perfectly clean, trust me." I said lazily, "I was worried you weren't clean enough." Wang Tao cursed, picked up a brightly colored magazine, and ignored me. When Xue'er came out of the shower, her hair was wet, her face was pale without makeup, and her eyes were empty. She lay there helplessly for a few moments, and when she saw me standing by the bed just staring at her body, she panicked and asked if I was still dissatisfied with something. I said, "It's still early, let your hair dry a bit before you do anything. Talk to me for a while." Xue'er sat up halfway, leaning against the headboard as I spoke slowly. She was only nineteen and told me she'd only been a prostitute for a year. I said, "Saving nearly two hundred thousand in a year, prostitution is really lucrative." I smiled, "It's a pity I'm a man. I hope I'm born a beautiful woman in my next life, so I don't have to work so hard." Xue'er cried. I asked her why she was crying, and she cried even harder, even her fear was gone. She must be missing the savings I'd taken. I comforted her, saying I was different from that bastard outside, and that I always had principles when I went to prostitutes. "You can ask me for money. I'm rich now. People like me are very generous when they have money. Who knows if I'll have the chance to squander my life tomorrow? So, when you take clients, remember to always make sure they're really rich." I touched her nipple, which still had a little pink color, but it wasn't very arousing. Xue'er said in a low, husky voice, "Why did you choose me? There are plenty of girls in our nightclub who are richer than me. Some drive BMWs to work; I'm just an insignificant one." For a moment, I forgot my lustful urges and stopped squeezing her breasts. "A girl who drives a BMW to work? Can you introduce me to her? I promise to share some of the money with you. You know, being a robber is much more about loyalty than being a prostitute; you never go back on your promises to friends." Xue'er said, "I don't want anything; you just need to give me back my money." I agreed without hesitation. Robbing a prostitute is always easier than robbing a bank, and you even have the chance to make a friend or two afterward. This method, though not brave enough, is less lonely. I hate the eternal loneliness, even though I never know how much longer my own time will last. Then Xue'er and I made love. She felt I was more like a friend than a robber, and during our time together, she even had a couple of subtle orgasms, which Wang Tao, who was waiting outside, heard as she moaned softly, and he was filled with envy. Xue'er writhed beneath me, whispering her name, "Chen Huan, please don't lie to me. I'm not afraid of being robbed, but I'm afraid of being lied to. Being robbed is helpless, but being lied to is just being too foolish." Her waist was supple, her voice alluring, reminding me of a beautiful body I had once been infatuated with. I almost thought I was a good person, worthy of her complete trust. I wondered if Xue'er hadn't cleaned herself properly during her shower, because slippery fluids kept flowing from her body, making my penis wet, which made penetration even more pleasurable. Her labia were tight and her technique superb; her gently swaying waist brought me immense pleasure. I kissed her earlobe again and again, which must have been her sensitive spot. Each kiss made her tremble more, moaning sweetly to please me, her limbs wrapped around me becoming even softer and more entwined, softly urging me to use more force. Throughout our time together, Xue'er didn't utter a single cry of pain, which made me very happy. I didn't want to hurt her; that's not the mark of a good customer. A good customer should enjoy themselves with the prostitute, so she won't curse you after taking your money. Controlling the rhythm of her pleasure, I gradually brought Xue'er to orgasm. Her face flushed, her nipples hard and erect. For a moment, she uttered words in her hometown dialect, which I didn't quite understand, but I knew they were happy swear words. Many people swear during orgasm; the dirtier, the happier. I asked her if she had ever orgasmed with a customer. She said no, because every customer was so impatient and never cared about her feelings. I asked her about this time with me. She gently bit my shoulder and said, "Chen Huan, you're not a customer, you're a rapist." I asked, "Is a customer better or a rapist better?" Xue'er cried, "Neither. Give me back my money. I don't want to be a prostitute anymore. I want to go home and be a well-behaved girl. To fall in love, get married, have a child, and then die of old age." That was an infinitely beautiful wish. I told her, "You will. You're so young and smart, with clear life goals. Take back that money and get away from here. No one knows your past, and your future will surely be bright." Xue'er raised her legs, clamped them around my waist, and thrust into me forcefully. "Hurry up, I'm almost there. Let me feel good first, then talk to me." I did, making her feel good several times before reluctantly ejaculating inside her. After getting off Xue'er, she closed her eyes in ecstasy, her legs spread wide, white semen flowing from her pink petals. I smeared it on her white belly and breasts with my fingers. She lazily told me to stop, to rest a while before continuing. To prove I was a person of my word, before leaving, I transferred 20,000 yuan back to Xue'er's bank account, telling her that as long as her information was accurate, getting back all the money that belonged to her would be a piece of cake. I've never been a good robber, but I'm a good conman. Someone once said something like that, but I think they misunderstood. The only person I want to deceive is my own conscience, never anyone else. (IV) After saying goodbye to Xue'er in the early morning, I lay back in my rented room. Wang Tao asked me if I had enjoyed sleeping with Xue'er that time, since it lasted so long that he was tired of hearing it outside. I didn't want to talk to him about that, I just asked him if he wanted to do a few more. Wang Tao strongly agreed with my new plan. Xue'er's job was too easy, and of course he was willing to keep doing it like this forever, rather than rushing into the city with a knife again. He asked me, "Chen Huan, how much did you get? Don't worry, brother, even if you get a million, I won't regret it. I'm just curious why you agreed to give me all the cash and jewelry, but you only want the deposit portion?" I smiled and didn't answer him directly, "If you're afraid of being taken advantage of, next time we can split the cash and deposit in half." Wang Tao thought for a long time, "I trust you, Chen Huan. You're much smarter than me. Even if you say 40/60, I'll agree." Those who trust me never have a good ending. Looking at his serious expression, I felt a little sorry for him. I was really lonely and didn't want to lose one person after another who had kept me company during my loneliness. But I didn't say anything and started discussing the next operation plan with him. (V) At the end of 2004, I came to C City from B City. During the Spring Festival travel rush, the crowds were overwhelming. Even vendors couldn't get through the train. I squeezed among a bunch of down-on-their-luck migrant workers, without worrying that the police would rush over at any time. Wang Tao was caught in B City. After he was arrested, he appeared on B City's TV, looking fearless and nonchalant in front of the camera. We had already anticipated that being caught meant certain death. Seeing Wang Tao, referred to by the police as Wang Yuan, suddenly force a smile for the camera, I felt a pang of sadness for him, knowing he wanted to say goodbye with a happy expression. Here's what happened. I successfully robbed the BMW-driving woman, but when I got her credit card, I was stunned. It was applied for by a man, and despite a whole night of interrogation, I couldn't get the ID number from that poor little bitch. Therefore, I couldn't activate online banking, rendering my money transfers useless. The next day, I stayed by the woman's side, her body bruised and battered, preventing her from reporting the crime or canceling her card. Wang Tao used the BMW-driving woman's credit card to go on a shopping spree. He was too careless, forgetting to take any necessary precautions, resulting in himself being clearly exposed to the surveillance cameras in the mall and jewelry store. After selling the stolen goods, he was arrested before he could leave B City. I fled B City alone, feeling safe but also lonely. C City is a larger city. Every time I leave behind a part of the past, I tend to go to more populated areas. The bigger the world, the more likely it is to harbor filth, but that also means a greater sense of security. I spent six months lying low in city C, getting a nose job at a cosmetic surgery clinic and wearing non-prescription glasses. Occasionally, when I passed by bright mirrors, I even wondered if I remembered what I used to look like. Six months passed slowly. I never intended to be a good person. If I didn't squander the money I had as recklessly as before, it would be enough for me to live a stable life for a long time. But what right did I have to hope for that kind of life? I knew that for the past six months, at best, I had only appeared to be a good person.Without friends around, I felt lonely and became increasingly irritable. I wanted to leave City C and wander around, but found nowhere to go. I counted down the days until Wang Tao was executed, and after a while, I felt depressed and would stare blankly at myself, thinking of that madman with tears streaming down his face under the scorching sun. Lonely people always remember those who have passed by. I even thought of Xue'er. I didn't hear about her arrest before leaving City B, which gave me a little reason to comfort myself. I was much more lenient than Wang Tao. I robbed her first and then went to prostitute her, leaving her a considerable sum of money and a glimmer of hope. She probably didn't understand that I left her 20,000 yuan to make her temporarily give up the idea of reporting the crime. She gambled that I could return everything to her, and I gambled that I could succeed in robbing her again. I had won the gamble, but I lost Wang Tao. (VI) In June of 2005, I was singing at a KTV in City C when I met a hostess. She was the kind of girl with a pure and innocent appearance. Her name was Qing'er, and she was as pleasant as a clear pool of water. After sitting in her room two or three times, she finally agreed to take me to her rented apartment for the night. It was a two-bedroom apartment, the bedroom decorated like a little girl's room, with a large stuffed animal on the bedside table. Before I arrived, Qing'er said she had a fixed price: 800 yuan for the night. After looking around the room, I stood in front of the computer by the window and smiled slightly, saying that the price was too much for her. I suggested 1000 yuan per night, explaining that I didn't want to go home and would stay for three to five months until I ran out of money. She shook her head: "That won't do. I have a boyfriend who studies at university in City C. He comes to stay here on Saturdays and Sundays." I looked at her curiously: "I've never seen a prostitute who wouldn't take money." Qing'er smiled at me: "Don't you know that even prostitutes can fall in love?" She diligently helped me undress, led me to the shower, and stood at the door asking if I wanted her to come with me. I looked her up and down, finding her smile very pure. She came in naked, and I couldn't resist touching her under the shower. I noticed the tender pink of her nipples, and I plucked a few strands of her pubic hair, looking down to see if her labia were also pink. She didn't flinch, smiling slightly as she said the color used to be even better, and her boyfriend always seemed to want to kiss her enough. I chuckled, "Make sure you're clean, so I can kiss you a few more times later." I went to the bed, first spreading Qing'er's legs to kiss her. Qing'er giggled, "You really want to kiss me here? Aren't you bothered by how dirty I am?" I gently licked her soft labia, using the tip of my tongue to scoop up a few drops of water. I didn't find any strange smell. I looked up and teased her, "I washed myself just now, it feels great." Qing'er's legs were draped over my shoulders, trembling slightly from time to time, her labia opening and closing subtly. She held her breath as I gently teased her, occasionally letting a gush of water, like egg white, with a faint fishy smell, well up from her body. After kissing for a while, she tapped me twice with her heel. When I asked her what was wrong, she blushed and said, "We're done kissing, now you can get on top." I climbed on top of her, and my already eager penis slid into her warm, soft opening. Qing'er let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms around my waist, and rubbed against me. I asked her, "How does it feel? Is it as deep as your boyfriend's?" Qing'er blushed and didn't answer. I continued to ask her, and she said, "Just do it with me for a while. I don't have a boyfriend. I was just lying to you earlier." I slowly brought her to orgasm. Women can fake so many things, and the best one they can fake is multiple orgasms. I couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion. After a vigorous thrusting, I was exhausted and ejaculated inside her all at once. Qing'er pulled out a stack of tissues and placed them under her, then lay lazily with her eyes closed for a while. Suddenly remembering something, she clenched her fist and lightly punched me: "It's all your fault for kissing me as soon as you came up. I forgot to bring you a condom before rushing you up." I rested my head on my hands, tilted my head back, and looked at the ceiling: "It's okay, I'm not afraid you're unclean." Qing'er sat next to me, wiping her body, and said with dissatisfaction: "But I'm afraid you're unclean. Extra money, two hundred more without a condom." Her professional tone fascinated me, and I was excited no matter how I looked at it. My penis instantly regained its vitality, and before she could clean herself up, I pounced on her and pinned her down. I thrust into her wet vagina and pounded wildly for a while. She went from slight resistance at first to acceptance, moaning softly. Amidst the slapping sounds of our intercourse, slippery vaginal fluid soaked my lower abdomen. A dirty pleasure made me temporarily forget that I was a customer of a prostitute. The next day, I woke up very early, but got up very late. I snuggled up to Qing'er in bed, playfully grabbing and kissing her breasts. She groggily pushed my head away, yelling that she was sleepy. I crawled down, spreading her legs and kissing her genitals. She squeezed my head tightly, lifting her buttocks to bump against me a few times, but realizing I was much stronger, she gave up and let me lick her. I kissed her until she became wet, letting out a couple of moans before grabbing my ear and making me mount her. "If you want, just beg me." "Don't be so smug. I'm telling you to hurry up because I want to sleep a little longer. How can I sleep with all this fuss?" After a while, Qing'er surrendered: "Okay, Yang Huan, I'm not sleepy anymore. I want you to mount me." I climbed on top of her and penetrated her. Her eyes were closed, her limbs spread out softly, moaning like a kitten in heat. I rubbed my chest against her breasts, the erect, pink nipples feeling wonderful. People forget some things when they're happy. A siren sounded in the distance, I couldn't tell if it was an ambulance or a police car responding to an emergency. I wasn't startled, I was emboldened by Qing'er's alluring appearance, and only when the sound completely disappeared did I remember that it was the sound I was most sensitive to. "You're such a pervert, twice in a row at night, and you still have the energy to come again in the morning." Qing'er blushed after her climax and drew circles on my chest with her finger. I closed my eyes and breathed unevenly: "You're beautiful and have a good service attitude, you must earn a lot." Qing'er's finger seemed to pause for a moment as she drew circles. I opened my eyes and saw her staring blankly at an unknown corner, her eyes clear and empty. She got up from beside me and went to the bathroom to shower. I closed my eyes and slept for a while. (VII) In June of 2005, it seemed like there was road construction everywhere in C City. Suddenly, the road near the karaoke bar where Qing'er worked was completely destroyed, cars couldn't drive into the parking lot, and business suddenly slowed down. Every time I went, I usually didn't have to wait, I could just ask Qing'er to sit at my table. Qing'er sings beautifully, so she usually sings alone. I heard some familiar songs and clapped for her. One day I arrived late, and Qing'er was already sitting in another room. The head hostess wanted to introduce me to another girl, but I refused. As a result, I waited until very late, and around 1 a.m., Qing'er slipped into my private room and told me that the group she was with was having a blast and wouldn't leave until dawn. She said I could either leave first or ask another girl to stay with me. I was already half-drunk, and I hugged Qing'er and kissed her. City C was unfamiliar and empty; it seemed like I only knew this one person. I said to Qing'er, "You know what, girl, it seems like I came to this city just to meet you. Otherwise, with so much to see and different cities marked with different letters, why did I choose C?" Qing'er asked, "You really won't ask anyone else to stay with you?" I said no. Qing'er asked again, "You really won't leave?" I said I had nowhere to go. Then, I fell asleep alone in the private room. At three in the morning, I vaguely heard a commotion outside. I peeked out and saw a commotion in front of the room across the street where Qing'er worked. Qing'er was crying pitifully, and the manager was talking to a customer. I went over to inquire. Qing'er looked flustered, turned her face away to wipe her tears, and there were obvious finger marks on her face, slightly red from the bruising. I led Qing'er to our private room and whispered to her that some customers were just like that, rude and shallow. Qing'er, with tears still streaming down her face, cursed angrily, "I've been sitting here for so long, but I haven't received any tips." We left the karaoke bar before dawn, and Qing'er took me home. I suggested that I hire her for a few months while I had the time and money. She stood opposite me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pressed her head against my nose, resolutely refusing me. "Yang Huan, I really do have a boyfriend. I don't want to lie to you." I laughed, "It doesn't matter. I'm not going to marry you. A client has no right to demand fidelity from a prostitute." Qing'er looked up at me slightly, her eyes clear and empty. She said, "Yang Huan, I'm not talking about you. You're just a client, of course you don't have the right, but my boyfriend does. I'm not afraid you know about him, I'm afraid he'll know about you." The next day, before I left, Qing'er said to me, "Seeing how strong you are, why don't you do me a favor and teach that guy who hit me last night a lesson?" I smiled at her, "That's something a boyfriend should do. I'm just a client, what's the point?" I could tell Qing'er was disappointed. As usual, I took out a thousand yuan and gave it to her, then opened the door and left. (VIII) One night, I didn't see Qing'er at the karaoke bar. My mother said that she usually didn't come to work on Saturdays, and asked if I wanted to call another prostitute. I thought about it and still refused."Why are you at the karaoke bar?" the madam said. "I guarantee I have plenty of girls under me who are just as good as Qing'er. If you get to know a few more, you won't just be obsessed with the same one." She sighed, "People always say prostitutes are heartless, and you actually want to do it for real?" The madam said I was stupid, and I pretended to be stupid and smiled at her. The ring on her hand was dazzling; if Wang Tao saw it, he'd probably be in big trouble. Many madams in this line of work started as prostitutes, and I almost blurted out that I was interested in taking clients. Lonely people can never forget the happy times that passed by. I had an idea: next time I'm short of money, I should rob this madam; the reward should be just as generous. That night, I saw Qing'er's boyfriend at the entrance of the apartment complex where she rented a room. They were returning from a nearby supermarket; Qing'er was holding his arm, and the guy was carrying several bags full, his smile clear. At night, I sneaked into Qing'er's room. The bedroom door wasn't closed tightly, and I stood in the dark living room, listening to them whispering and laughing on the bed. I peered through the crack in the door and watched as the young man's tongue skills were impressive. He lifted Qing'er's legs and kissed her repeatedly below, eliciting familiar moans from her, begging him to hurry up and take her. The young man reached for a condom, tore open the cap, and asked Qing'er to help him put it on. Qing'er whispered, "It's a safe period, I don't need a condom." He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and kissed Qing'er's vulva, saying it was better to be careful. He put it on himself and slowly pushed his penis into Qing'er's body. I watched them until they reached a passionate climax, their bodies intertwined and inseparable. Qing'er's legs were wrapped around his waist, her hips swaying and bobbing, causing her juices to splash everywhere. I felt lonely again, as if I were standing far away, observing my own life. I quietly dialed Qing'er's number, the phone rang twice and then I quickly hung up. The young man stopped, grabbed Qing'er's phone, and pinched her nipple, asking who was calling her so late. Qing'er whispered that it was some friend, and the young man seemed to want to call back. Qing'er snatched the phone and tossed it aside, continuing to make love with him. Women are clever, adept at playing their part seriously; she used her panting to cover the truth, and her moans to coax him to release his pent-up desire. After he finished, he took a breath and went to the bathroom to shower. I stepped aside, waited for the sound of water in the bathroom, and then returned to the bedroom door. I watched Qing'er tie a knot in the condom and throw it in the trash. She fiddled with her phone, deleted the missed call, and quietly turned off the phone. I went out, gently locked the door from the outside, stood at the door for a while, and sent Qing'er a message: "Call me when you turn your phone back on. I'm leaving C City, the kind of leaving forever." (IX) At 10:30 a.m. on Monday, I received a call from Qing'er. I chuckled on the phone: "Why did you keep your phone off for so long? You heartless thing, don't you know I'm in a hurry to say goodbye? I even prepared a gift for you." Qing'er was silent for a while and then said: "Let's meet somewhere." We met at McDonald's. I hadn't observed Qing'er closely during the day; without makeup, she looked like a student. We ate something and talked about trivial things. After leaving McDonald's, I smiled at her in the sunlight and asked for her credit card number, saying I wanted to transfer some money to her. She paused, then asked, "I've never asked what you do for a living before. Why are you suddenly leaving?" I said I wasn't used to staying in one place for too long; some people are destined to wander, and staying in one place feels suffocating. Qing'er asked, "Is your real name Yang Huan? Both clients and prostitutes are usually unwilling to reveal their real names. I'm a little curious about you." I showed her my ID card, and she laughed, "Oh, it's true." She then asked, "Why are you giving me money for no reason?" I said, "Nothing in this world happens for no reason, but I don't want to tell you. You know it in your heart." I showed her my phone, "Do you like this picture?" The phone screen showed a guy I had cornered and beaten up in the parking lot yesterday, his face covered in bruises. Qing'er stared for a while before recognizing the jerk who had hit her that night. She stopped laughing for a moment, folded her phone, stared at me for a long time, and then said, "I won't ask where you're going or why you're going. Didn't you say you wanted to stay with me for a while? If you're free, I promise you can stay until September 1st." I was confused for a moment, then realized that the students were on summer vacation, and readily agreed. Qing'er laughed again, took my arm, and started walking. I asked her where she was going, and she quickly said, "Home! It's so hot under the sun." Along the way, Qing'er kept turning to look at me, her face full of barely suppressed smiles. I asked, "What's making you so happy?" She left me and ran ahead, then turned back and shouted at me after a short distance, "Mind your own business!" and ran off again. I walked slowly behind her, feeling like I'd done something stupid—why had I agreed to wait another two months? She got impatient and stopped to wait for me. "Why aren't you chasing me? I like being chased. Run faster, you idiot!" I continued walking slowly. She ran back and pinched my nose. "Why won't you listen?" I said, "I can't catch girls. When I run, I'm like a hare being targeted by a hunting rifle." She sighed and said to me affectionately, "That's fine. Just don't even think about chasing me. Between a client and a prostitute, it's just a transaction, no feelings." I laughed with immense relief under the blazing sun. If this world leaves me with nothing to cherish, when can't I calmly say goodbye?

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