The wandering girl got married.

Less than six months into my job, I was sent on a business trip to Wuhan for a collaborative project, where I stayed for three months.

Looking back now, those first two years were probably the hardest, but also the years in which I grew the most. In the consulting industry, providing a solution is the third step; the first step is understanding what the client is saying, and the second is understanding what they want. Back then, fresh out of university, I couldn't even do the first step.

Often, I'd spend my days in meetings with experienced professionals and clients, filling pages with notes. After finishing around 7 or 8 pm, I'd go back to the computer and look up anything I didn't understand on those notes. I'd get back to the hotel around 10 pm, then still have to study domestic accounting standards and tax laws, not sleeping until 2 am,

only to get up again at 7 am the next day. Every newbie envies the veterans who can speak fluently to clients, always able to come up with perfect solutions no matter how difficult the problem. But ten years later, when I became a veteran in the industry myself, I realized that behind the glamour lay countless sleepless nights and countless gray hairs.

I've digressed. I was just reminiscing about the era when we still had the energy to strive. Nowadays, we

simply don't have that kind of stamina or drive. Humans aren't machines, after all; no matter how tiring work is, we always need to relax.

Wuhan has so many delicious foods. The clay pot soup at Shouyi Park Snack Street—lifting the lid releases a tantalizing aroma of pork ribs that makes your mouth water. Zhou Hei Ya (a type of braised duck) on Hanzheng Street—back then, it wasn't packaged in plastic; it was cooked in a big pot. Duck parts and seaweed were freshly caught and eaten. Especially the Donghu lotus root, a Wuhan specialty, was soft, tender, and flavorful—far more delicious than the packaged kind today. "The trees of Hanyang stand clearly in the clear river, the fragrant grasses grow lush on Parrot Island." My favorite thing to do was first go to the Parrot Island Snack Street near the Hanyang Yangtze River Bridge for a bowl of crayfish, then have a drink at a

bar on the riverbank. That's where I met Yanzi.

Yanzi wasn't from Wuhan; she came from a small county near Wuhan, and she had a younger brother. Her parents were farmers and didn't earn much money. She wasn't a particularly outstanding student, so she started working early to help support her family, mainly by paying for her younger brother's schooling.

Yanzi was a makeup artist and hairstylist, usually doing bridal makeup for weddings and occasionally working on film sets.

Her income wasn't high, but it was enough. After her own living expenses, what she gave to her family, and what she saved in the bank, she still had a little left over to spend weekends at bars with her girlfriends.

Yanzi's girlfriend and my client were acquaintances, probably also acquaintances from the bedroom.

One Friday night after work, I went drinking with my client at the riverbank and ran into Yanzi and her girlfriend. So, the two men and two women joined two tables, and as we drank and chatted, Yanzi and I naturally became friends.

Yanzi's figure wasn't particularly outstanding; she wasn't very tall, around 166cm, but her proportions were excellent—long legs, a slim waist, and especially noticeable muscle definition on her waist, which was almost completely flat.

The only flaw was her incredibly flat chest. When we first met at the bar, I estimated it to be less than a B cup, about the same as my first girlfriend's, nothing compared to Ayako's large, fair breasts.

Later, when we got to the hotel and she took off her clothes, I realized that was with bra padding, like thumbtacks on a wall. Holding her while sleeping felt a faint sense of homoeroticism…

Her makeup was perfect, after all, she was a professional. Back then, the pale, wall-painted "internet celebrity" face wasn't popular, so she intentionally left a few light freckles on her cheekbones, making her look playful and cute.

Especially when being urged to drink, she would whine in a thick Hubei accent.

"What's wrong with you (flat tongue)? What do you want to do by urging a girl to drink?" Hubei girls, like Hubei food, are spicy, with a sweet and fragrant spiciness that makes you feel numb inside.

After leaving the bar, the three of them insisted on going for a late-night snack. Since I had the next day off, I went along.

In the middle of the night, we went to a hot pot restaurant called Romance of the Three Kingdoms in Wuchang, near the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge.

Yanzi only drank alcohol and didn't eat anything, while the other two only ate and didn't drink. I only ate two bites before my tongue went numb. I ordered a bowl of steamed egg custard hoping for something less stimulating, but when it arrived, it was covered in a layer of red oil... We finally

packed up around 2 or 3 a.m. The customer and her friend got into a taxi, and she gave me a mysterious smile as she left.

I was left to take care of the drunk Yanzi alone, helping her squat by the Yangtze River to vomit. I was really afraid she would lose her balance and fall into the river.

After vomiting, Yanzi felt much better and more sober. She insisted on walking me across the Yangtze River Bridge from the Wuchang side to the Hanyang side.

I didn't dare let her walk alone, so I accompanied her onto the bridge.

As we walked, Yanzi told me about her childhood. Her family favored boys over girls, and her father didn't like her, especially after her younger brother was born. She cooked for him every day, washed his diapers, and took care of him from morning till night.

Because her younger brother grew up with her, he has a very close relationship with his sister, even closer than with their parents.

In a few years, her brother will be taking the college entrance exam. She works as a makeup artist during the day and a hairdresser at night, all to save money so she can one day open her own salon and have a stable income to support her brother's studies.

Yanzi is strong and stubborn. Several times she felt unwell and squatted down. I suggested calling a taxi, but she shook her head and refused. Since she was determined to get across, she would persevere no matter how difficult it was.

On the other hand, I was incredibly cowardly. I'm afraid of heights, and just looking at the dark river dozens of meters below while holding onto the bridge railing made my legs unable to move. When the train passed, the bridge trembled, and I wished I could find a lamppost to cling to.

Finally, after getting off the bridge, Yanzi wasn't feeling well and sat down by the roadside to rest against a tree. I immediately hailed a taxi and helped her up. She lived in Wuchang, on Luojia Mountain Road near Wuhan University. It was already past midnight, and the journey from Hanyang back to Wuhan University was too far, so I didn't ask her opinion and just had the driver take me to my hotel.

At that time, I was frequently traveling for work, staying for three months at a time, so I arranged with the hotel to book a suite. It had a bedroom and a living room, and was very spacious. In addition, for daily living needs, I bought a small washing machine, induction cooker, pots, and tableware at the Suning store across the street—everything I needed.

Yanzi said she often stayed in hotels when traveling with the film crew, but she had never stayed in a room this big. The bathtub was even round, big enough for her to lie down in. She just wondered why the bathroom had a glass wall—wasn't that exposed everything?

I laughed. "Nobody's watching you. Go take a bath. I'll go to the living room next door." "I drank too much and threw up, my stomach hurts."

"Then I'll go find you something to eat."

"Where would you find food at this hour? Forget it."

"Just take a bath, don't worry about it."

After a whole week, I really didn't have much food left. I'd finished all the frozen dumplings and wontons I bought at the supermarket. I checked the fridge and found a few eggs left. I grabbed a box of instant noodles from the hotel's bar, poured some mineral water into a pot, boiled it, and made a bowl of braised beef noodles, adding two eggs. -

Just as I finished cooking the noodles, Yanzi came running out of the room, wrapped in a bath towel and sniffling.

"What smells so good?!"

I placed the noodles in front of her and gave her a pair of chopsticks. "Eat it while it's hot. Drinking some hot soup will make your stomach feel better." Yanzi held the noodles, her eyes a little red. She said that she had always been the one cooking for others since she was a child, cooking for her parents, cooking for her younger brother, cooking for the crew. No one had ever cooked a meal for her when she was not feeling well, not even a bowl of noodles.

I was a little flustered. Was it really necessary to be so dramatic? It was just a bowl of noodles. Back when I visited Ayako's house, she always cooked a whole table of dishes for me… Perhaps what we take for granted, what we consider normal, is actually incredibly precious. We've just become so accustomed to it that we've forgotten to be grateful. Like the dinners my mother made for me every day when I was little, the allowance my father gave me every week…

Yanzi sipped the soup slowly, eating the noodles almost one strand at a time, leaving not a single drop. After

putting down the bowl, a rosy glow returned to her pale face.

She smiled at me, revealing two small, pointed canine teeth.

I cleaned up the dishes, took a shower, and when I came out of the bathroom, Yanzi was already asleep in bed.

I was also completely exhausted. I got into bed and lay down next to her. Yanzi sensed me getting in, turned over, and snuggled into my arms. Soon her breathing became full and even.

I was too tired to think of anything else. My eyelids grew heavy, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at noon the next day. With morning erection and a full belly of urine, my penis was rock hard as soon as I opened my eyes, pressing against Yanzi's pert buttocks.

Yanzi must have woken up earlier than me and must have felt the yang energy coming from behind. Instead of flinching, she twisted her body, gently rubbing the tip of my penis back and forth with her buttocks, occasionally squeezing it between her buttocks and rubbing it up and down.

Half-asleep, enjoying the massage from her buttocks, I couldn't help but reach out to touch Yanzi's breasts. But then I remembered she didn't have breasts… My hand froze in mid-air, feeling rather awkward, so I simply grabbed the blanket to cover her bare shoulders.

Yanzi sensed I was awake, turned over, and stared at me with wide eyes, grinning foolishly.

While laughing, her hands also wandered inside my underwear, grabbing my erect penis and stroking it up and down, while her thumb caressed the tip.

My bladder throbbed from her touch, and without even stretching or picking my eyes, I grabbed her mischievous little hand and quickly crawled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

I wonder if other handsome guys have the same problem as me: it's incredibly difficult to pee in the morning when my penis is fully erect.

If I pee standing up, it sprays onto the toilet seat; if I sit down, the angle is wrong and it sprays out from the very edge of the toilet bowl. Especially when the toilet bowl is small, the tip of my penis is practically pressed against the edge and I can't push it down... I had no choice but to hold onto the wall behind the toilet for support, step back with my legs, lean forward at a 45-degree angle, and barely manage to align the drainpipe with the toilet before I could finally pee.

Just as I finished urinating and shuddered, I looked up to find Yanzi standing at the bathroom door, wearing a small t-shirt, grinning as she watched me frozen in this awkward position…

“What? Never seen a man’s morning erection

before?” “My ex-boyfriend had it too, but he wasn’t as hard as you.” I didn’t stand on ceremony anymore, turning to face Yanzi. “Then take a bite and see if it’s hard enough.” “Ugh, you just peed and you’re already making me eat it.”

Even so, Yanzi still smiled and walked over, took a tissue to wipe the tip of my penis, squatted down, opened her mouth, and wrapped the glans between her lips and tongue, circling the coronal sulcus with her thin, agile tongue.

I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time and was incredibly lustful; Yanzi’s little tongue’s lick made my lower body feel like it was about to explode.

However, I hadn't prepared beforehand, and I didn't have the habit of carrying condoms. It was my first time meeting Yanzi, and I didn't dare let my little brother just barge in. In desperation, I suddenly discovered a box of condoms for sale on the hotel's washbasin!

That's the most thoughtful thing about hotels in China! Without thinking, I just grabbed one and tore it open!

Yanzi bent over, facing the mirror on the washbasin, her upper body lowered, deliberately sticking her buttocks out high.

Yanzi's buttocks were definitely the result of deliberate training; you couldn't have such a fleshy shape without doing thirty to fifty squats a day. And it wasn't the soft, slightly sagging kind of flesh; it was very elastic and well-built. When you forcefully penetrated from behind and hit her buttocks, you could clearly feel the rebound force.

Yanzi seemed to have been without sex for a long time. Responding to my rhythm, she greedily and actively thrust her hips back, so much so that every time I tried to penetrate shallowly, I couldn't. Each time, I pierced deep into her flesh, hitting the walls of her cervix. This stimulation quickly became too much for Yanzi; in less than ten minutes, her legs trembled so much she collapsed in front of the sink.

I helped her back to the bedroom bed. Yanzi proactively rolled over and sat on top of me, inserting my erect penis into her vagina. She swayed her hips in circles, slowly changing to a back-and-forth motion. The friction between my penis and the tender flesh inside her vagina was irresistible to Yanzi. The speed of her back-and-forth motion increased, and her vagina tightened more and more, almost frantically rubbing back and

forth. Just as I was about to lose control, Yanzi climaxed first, her sharp nails digging fiercely into my arm, leaving red marks. Suddenly, I felt my penis become very sensitive, able to clearly feel the temperature and moisture of the vaginal walls… Damn! She'd knocked the condom off! Even more embarrassingly, after hastily pulling out my penis, I discovered that the condom hadn't come out with it, but was still deeply embedded in Yanzi's vagina...

This sudden situation completely extinguished my lust. This thing isn't candy, after all; it definitely wouldn't be digested if left inside. Yanzi's vagina was very tight, and the previous exercise had been too intense, so her labia were noticeably swollen, barely allowing a finger to fit inside.

Yanzi blushed deeply, covering her face with one hand and her vagina with the other, not daring to look at me.

I was both amused and exasperated. "Girl, don't be shy now. Do you want it to stay in there all year?" Yanzi had no choice. Biting her lower lip, she slowly spread her legs into an M shape, removed her hand from her vagina, and turned her face to the side.

"Help me get it out, be gentle."

Fortunately, she had just climaxed, and her vagina was still quite wet. I slowly inserted my middle finger, exploring the condom's position little by little.

At this point, her honeypot was still quite sensitive, and with the movement of my fingers, Yanzi's body trembled slightly.

The condom was pushed deep into her honeypot, and the tip of my middle finger could barely touch it a little, but I couldn't get any leverage. So I had to repeatedly lift the tip of my middle finger inside her honeypot, trying to hook the edge of the condom. I

couldn't hook the condom, and Yanzi couldn't take it anymore. Her two legs started rubbing back and forth, and her breathing became more obvious, slowly turning into moans...

My God, this was not a time for enjoyment. I already had a light layer of sweat on my forehead, and my fingers were a little sore. Just as I was about to pull my fingers out to rest, Yanzi pressed them down with both hands, not letting me pull them out.

Helpless, I had to continue trying, using the tip of my middle fingernail to hook the edge of the condom little by little, and the movement of my fingers became more and more intense.

Yanzi couldn't hold back any longer. I could feel her vagina getting wetter and wetter. Just as I was about to hook the condom, another climax came. Yanzi's moans turned into screams. The tender flesh inside her vagina contracted and spasmed in waves, squeezing the condom to my fingers. I took the opportunity to hook the condom out with my fingers, along with a large gush of vaginal fluid.

Yanzi curled up on the bed, while my hand was already sore and trembling slightly. We looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Yanzi crawled over, lifted my limp penis, and gently took it into her mouth.

In less than half a minute, my penis was erect again. Yanzi lay on the bed with her legs spread, aiming my penis at the entrance of her vagina. "Just like this, come in. I'm not dirty, really."

I was slightly touched by her innocence and straightforwardness. I gently inserted my penis into her vagina, slowly thrusting in and out, and lowered my head to lightly kiss her neck (since she had no breasts, I could only kiss her neck).

Yanzi didn't climax again, but slowly cooperated with me, her hands rubbing back and forth on my back, occasionally pressing my buttocks to make me thrust harder. Before long, I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

Without a condom, I had to pull my penis out. Yanzi understandingly turned over and lay face down on the bed, raising her buttocks and spreading her buttocks with her hands, letting me sandwich my penis between her two plump buttocks. I couldn't hold back any longer, and gushes of hot semen gushed out, forming a small stream between her buttocks. After

that

, every weekend, as long as Yanzi wasn't out filming with the crew, she would come to my place in the evening, taking me to eat hot dry noodles, Wuchang fish, and dry pot Hubei beef three delicacies.

Back at the hotel that night, a passionate encounter was inevitable. Yanzi knew she wasn't particularly well-endowed, so she always sat on me with her back to me, tossing her long hair over one shoulder, revealing the beautiful curves of her back muscles and her rounded buttocks. Each time, I was irresistibly aroused, reaching peak orgasm. However, we never left a condom inside her again.

Three months passed quickly, and I soon had to leave Wuhan. The weekend before I left, Yanzi came to help me pack. Before I packed the washing machine and kitchenware I'd bought and shipped them to my next business trip to Tianjin, she insisted I cook her one last bowl of instant noodles.

Yanzi said she was very reluctant to leave me. She felt safe and secure with me, as if her wandering had ended, she had someone to take care of her, she had a home.

But she also knew we lived in different worlds, our paths only occasionally intersecting, like two lines that would soon separate again, never to merge.

So she didn't ask for forever; she simply cherished these three months together.

That night, she held me tightly, without crying, without speaking, without making love.

The next day, Yanzi saw me off at the airport. Watching me leave, she waved vigorously, reminding me to come back to Wuhan to see her sometime.

Back then, there was no WeChat, only QQ. More than six months later, I saw on her WeChat Moments that she had a boyfriend who treated her very well, and she loved him very much. A year later, I went to Wuhan again on a business trip, staying at the same hotel we had stayed at before. I didn't tell her, but left her a gift at the front desk before leaving, along with a box of instant noodles and two eggs. Before my flight took off, I sent her a message, telling her to remember to pick them up.

A few days later, she sent me a photo of a bowl of instant noodles with two eggs, telling me that her husband had cooked it for her, and it tasted just as good as the ones I had cooked for her years ago.

After so many years of wandering, Yanzi finally had someone to take care of her, finally had her own nest, and finally settled down. I just wonder if she has fulfilled her dream of owning her own salon.

I also want to talk about that condom that caused trouble. Actually, it caused more than just that one problem… Back in Japan, when I submitted the hotel receipts and expense details to the company's finance department for reimbursement of my business trip expenses, I forgot that one of the items on the expense list was for condoms…

Because of this, the company's finance department laughed at me for a long time…

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