Hunan women are passionate; after a one-night stand, they feel no more affection!

For a while, I was feeling down. Work troubles combined with family pressures left me exhausted, so I started drinking to drown my sorrows. My close friends all had their own families to care for, and couldn't always go out drinking with me. So, during that time, I constantly found excuses to linger in bars, unwilling to go home. The bars didn't seem to be doing very well. Aside from those obviously socializing, there were very few people like me. I often saw very sexy women constantly eyeing customers, probably looking for part-time work. Later, I got tired of going to bars and didn't want to stay in such noisy places. So, I started going to a small, secluded bar, which was much quieter and had fewer customers.

Usually, when I went there, the owner and the staff would come over and chat with me for a while. The advantage of this small bar was that there were no "bar girls" (people who solicit customers), and most of the customers were regulars. One day, when I stepped inside, I noticed that business was slow, but a young woman sitting in the corner caught my attention. This young woman wasn't dressed provocatively, but her big eyes and petite figure still revealed her youthful charm. After greeting the proprietress, I sat down near her, absentmindedly drinking while secretly observing this unique girl. She probably noticed, because later she simply said to me, "Handsome, can I have a cigarette?" Her Mandarin wasn't very standard, and her Hunan accent made me a little uncomfortable. Since a beautiful woman had invited me, I naturally didn't stand on ceremony and sat opposite her, starting a drink together.

Actually, there's a technique to picking up these kinds of girls in bars. You can tell at a glance that she's had something really upsetting to be drinking alone, and judging from her smoking posture, she's clearly a novice. Judging from her overall appearance, she's young and probably not very cunning. She'll definitely want to confide in someone about her pent-up frustrations. At this point, you don't need to say anything; just silently share a drink, and she'll naturally start confiding in you. After a period of silence, we began to understand each other. Whenever she finished her drink, I would refill her glass, and vice versa. I remained silent, neither offering to buy her drinks nor being overly solicitous. Soon, we had consumed quite a bit of beer. It was clear my sister couldn't hold her liquor; her captivating eyes were already starting to glaze over.

"Sigh, is it really necessary for someone so young to bear so much?" I broke the silence, pretending to talk to myself. A wave of melancholy and frustration washed over her, almost making me want to pull her into a loving embrace. Suddenly, she opened up. Although she remained wary and didn't tell me the truth, I sensed from her words that she had just suffered a devastating blow from another man. I took the opportunity to comfort her, while the drinking continued uninterrupted. Perhaps feeling a little better, she didn't refuse, despite her low alcohol tolerance. We drank and talked for over three hours without realizing it. My phone vibrated, a reminder that my sister was at it again, so I got up and told her I needed to pay the bill and was leaving. She said she'd had too much to drink and wanted to go home too. We went to pay the bill together, and I offered to pay for her, but she absolutely refused. She pulled out a thick wad of cash from her wallet, saying I was disrespecting her. I figured she was really drunk, so I secretly paid the entire bill myself, then put the money back in her wallet and told her I'd paid.

Seeing her so confused, I felt worried and sorry for her. It was unfair that such a beautiful young woman was being treated so carelessly. After we left, she seemed about to vomit and could barely walk, so I quickly helped her to the side of the road to vomit. Then I offered to take her home, and she didn't refuse. Thankfully, she still recognized her home, though she had already fallen asleep in the car. I had no choice but to carry her out of the car, and then follow her into a luxurious residential area. After searching for about half an hour, just when I was about to give up, I finally found her home. I was thinking that if anyone was home, I could just drop her off at the door and hand her over, but after ringing the doorbell for ages, no one answered. My sister was already sprawled out beside me, saying she wanted to sleep. I had no choice but to find her key and open the door. Inside, I found no one home. The two-bedroom apartment wasn't very big, but the renovations were new and it looked quite luxurious. I also found baby supplies on the living room table and in the bedroom.

Seeing my sister asleep on the sofa, I was about to leave, but seeing her dirty clothes and the smell of vomit, I thought I'd help her wash up before letting her sleep. So I carried her to the bathroom and turned on the water heater so she could shower. But she couldn't even stand up, let alone undress and shower by herself. At this point, it was time to embody the spirit of Lei Feng, helping my sister undress and shower. She seemed to have regained some consciousness and pushed me away, saying she could wash herself. Thinking it over, I figured I could only do this much, so I quietly waited for her to finish showering before going home. I waited and waited, but she didn't come out. I knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no response. Thinking something had happened, I rushed in. There she was, sitting on a small stool against the shower stall, fast asleep. Looking at her fair body, I immediately felt aroused. This little beauty, though petite, had incredibly smooth skin and perfect curves—truly a little stunner.

I initially intended to wake her and let her go to her room, but seeing no response, I picked her up and carried her to the room. She clung to my neck, repeatedly crying, "Don't leave me, I don't want money, don't leave me…" I guess she mistook me for that loser. But with such a beauty in my arms, no man would be a saint. Although I felt a little guilty, like I was taking advantage of her, all guilt vanished the moment my little brother smoothly entered her warm, sweet hole. Just as I was thrusting wildly, the violent shaking made my sister vomit again. While she was vomiting, my lower body loosened, and I inexplicably ejaculated, feeling a bit anticlimactic. This vomiting made my sister much more sober. Her first reaction was to pull the blanket over her sexy body, silently watching me busy pouring water for her and wiping the floor. After a while, I guess she had come to her senses and began to tell me about the grievances she had suffered.

The unfortunate boss promised his wife she could have IVF, telling her that the woman he hired was a surrogate. He claimed she was actually an employee who had been deceiving her, exploiting her for a long time. After she gave birth to a boy, the boss told his wife he only gave the woman 200,000 yuan as a "hardship fee," but secretly also provided her with a house, their hideout. However, the wife, being shrewd, had a paternity test done at birth and discovered the child wasn't hers. She had even gone with her husband to retrieve eggs, and this discovery was like stirring up a hornet's nest. The woman was forced to confess, and the boss was immediately stripped of his title by his father-in-law. Now he's busy trying to appease his wife and avoid divorce, completely neglecting the woman's fate. The poor woman, though she received the money, suffered immense psychological trauma from her emotional investment and can no longer even see her child.

After hearing my sister's story, I couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity. So I asked her for her phone number, but she said she didn't need it. She said it was just a one-night stand, and she would be going back to her hometown in a few days, disappearing completely from the city, and no one would be able to find her again. Since she had made this decision, I couldn't force her too much; after all, I was just a supporting character. I couldn't help but think of the lyrics of a song: "Life is just a play, why care so much about grudges and grievances..." Yes, everyone's life is like a play, why care so much? I silently wished that my sister's future life would be more exciting and happier.

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