Aquarius Love

Aquarius Love

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Theme Posted by: Kong Lin

Posted on: 2004-08-31

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Holding a cup of Lipton black tea, sitting by the transparent glass on the second floor of this KFC, looking out, the late autumn night is exceptionally beautiful.

Imagine: turning up your collar, stepping on the falling leaves, doesn't it look just like a scene from a romantic movie?

"I just like you the way you are, I just like your temper..." Lin Zhixuan's gentle song floated in the air, and a warm breeze came from the heater, making my cheeks slightly flushed as if I had drunk some wine.

The people around me were noisy and bustling. Many years later, when I think back, I still feel that day is so clear and moving. She appeared at the bottom of the stairs in such an environment.

In this 21st century with its advanced internet, perhaps everyone has the experience of their first date with someone they met online. But I wonder how many people can remember how they felt at that time? Anxiety, worry, fantasy, or excitement? I think I felt all of those, but as a natural Aquarius, calmness and caution are my innate instincts.

Once I could grasp her moods online, we started exchanging photos. Although they weren't very clear, I could roughly make out her facial features, so we wouldn't look too different in person.

In front of me was a cup of black tea (bought for me) and a bag of fries (bought for her). Just like we agreed yesterday, "I'll be wearing a black jacket, leaning against the window, waiting for you with a cup of black tea."

I thought no one else would be like me. And indeed, no one else looked like I was waiting for someone.

When she entered the restaurant, I noticed her, and she saw our table at the same time.

"Hi, I'm Rose. You're Kitty, right?" Rose and Kitty were, of course, our online nicknames; it felt a little strange calling each other that in the real world.

I put on an air of knowing all along. "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

"Hmm, anything is fine."

Being a Chinese man is actually quite painful. Apart from that moment of conquest in bed, it feels like a slave society the rest of the time. Because besides paying the bill, you also have to play a difficult guessing game, which includes the task of buying "anything is fine."

Luckily, I'm a calm and witty Aquarius guy, and this kind of mind-guessing game is no challenge for me.

I presented the plate of chicken wings and black tea to the waitress, and only when I saw her smiling eyes did I breathe a sigh of relief. I looked her over carefully: thin eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, small lips with lipstick, and fair skin from her face to her neck without a single scar. She was wearing a red and blue Jeanswest casual sweater and jeans, which perfectly outlined her youthful curves. I fell in love with her instantly.

"Hey, you look much cooler than in the photos."

"Really? I'm just like this, it's natural, not an act."

"Hehe," the girl's voice was so pleasant. "Are you nervous?"

"How could I be? We Aquarians are the calmest of the twelve zodiac signs."

"You always talk about Aquarius, with such pride. You're quite knowledgeable about astrology, aren't you?"

"A little bit. You don't know, Aquarians have a great interest in these unorthodox and mystical things, and are also influenced by Neptune, loving learning, freedom, and equality." I deliberately omitted mentioning my love of everything.

"By the way, what's your sign?"

"Scorpio."

"What?" I shuddered. "Scorpio is the most mysterious sign. If it's a woman, they're the most charming."

She looked at me with a beaming smile, talking boastfully.

A little while later, the tea was finished. I said, "I'll get you some more water."

"No, I drank too much tea tonight, I can't sleep. "

"It's good you can't sleep, you can call me."

"You're so vain, you naughty cat."

It's so blissful to have a beautiful woman acting like this.

We'd been chatting for two hours over dinner. Qiangwei's real name was Yang Qian, a recent graduate working as a clerk in a joint venture. We talked about university life, our workplaces, and our favorite movies. I could see her beautiful eyes constantly fixed on me, captivated by my conversation. As we continued our long chatter, I occasionally caught a glimpse of her cherry-like lips, and my mind raced with unspoken thoughts, a flutter in my heart.

"Let's go, let's go to the night market."

As we walked down the steps with Yang Qian, a little mishap occurred. The floor of the KFC had just been mopped, and it was slippery. Yang Qian's little leather shoes slipped, she cried out in surprise, and she lurched forward. In a flash, without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her sweater like an eagle snatching a chick, pulling her firmly into my arms.

She seemed frightened, nestled against me for a long time. I was happy to enjoy this feeling of being pampered. Just as I was savoring this tenderness, she blushed and pulled away from me.

When you are alone in late autumn, sadness will involuntarily control your heart. If you are on the street in late autumn with a pretty girl, then it feels romantic.

After looking at the dazzling array of small commodities, the numerous audio-visual products, the stacks of books, and the stars in the sky, the nearby neon lights, and the distant trees, our two young hearts are getting closer and closer, and we are more and more reluctant to part.

The lights are dim, and it is time to part, right?

"Well then, goodbye! Kitty."

"Well then, goodbye! Lovely Rose." The intimacy on the Internet is starting to be used in reality, perhaps it is a sign.

I stretched out my hand to her, and she looked at me and stretched out her hand as well. We held hands and smiled at each other.

This gentle touch is enough for me to remember for a whole night.

A beautiful life is beckoning to me, and a successful date is half the battle of happiness!

(2)

It has been a week since our last date. We talk on the phone for several hours every day. We keep a happy mood every day, and I feel radiant and more and more handsome. It seems that this is the taste of love, it is really great.

On a weekend evening, we went to a dance party at a university. As anyone who's recently graduated knows, there's a lingering nostalgia for school life, and we reminisce whenever we have the chance. Although the facilities were basic, the youthful energy was far more vibrant than any other place.

Walking on the wooden floor of the gymnasium used as a dance hall, amidst hundreds of dancers and onlookers, under the dim lights and soft music, we danced. One of us was 1.78 meters tall, handsome in a dark blue jacket and brown trousers; the other was 1.6 meters tall, with a cute figure in a white sweater and dark blue leek jeans. Three-step, four-step, little La, tango, cha-cha, rumba—we danced to whatever music we could, whether we knew it or not, we were all on the dance floor, completely forgetting ourselves, lost in the dazzling moment.

Occasionally, I'd catch glimpses of the faces of the students watching—some envious, some jealous, some feigning indifference. All I could do was dance even more gracefully with my sweetheart, to repay the happiness she had given me.

Youth is wonderful! Yang Qian is wonderful!

The advantage of dancing is that it speeds up the process of getting closer. Because you're constantly holding hands and hugging, it becomes quite normal to go on and off the

dance floor hand in hand. I held her soft little hand the whole time, and I tried hard to resist the urge to kiss her. After all, Aquarians aren't like Sagittarians or Leos; they wouldn't perform in public. Around ten o'clock, the dance ended. The orderly crowd slowly dispersed, and the dance hall became empty, with a desolate feeling of the music ending and the party over. A chill suddenly ran through me; I wondered if Yang Qian and I would end up like that in the future. Then my gaze fell on her beautiful face, and something else immediately came to mind.

I secretly loosened my grip on her hand; she could easily pull away if she wanted. But she didn't, making me realize that this girl probably liked me too. So, from now on, let's climb the mountain of happiness together! I encouraged myself.

University campuses always have a forbidden area for restless teenagers, usually a small garden or lawn. In places like this, the school and students are usually on good terms. Only during occasional crackdowns on moral education are these places regulated, but usually everyone turns a blind eye. So, should we call it a "happy Eden" or a "birthplace of original sin"? Perhaps "jointly guarded zone" would be better.

"Looks like you're quite a dancer," I flattered Yang Qian. "

I studied dance for a while before."

"Really? What kind of dance?" I turned to look at her; her eyes sparkled.

"Folk dance."

The sophisticated term left me a little confused, so I tried to explain it simply. "Do you still have the skills? Like, can you do splits or something?"

"Of course." Yang Qian released me, jumped on the spot, naturally extending her legs in mid-air, opening them to a 180-degree angle, bringing them together, and landing—the whole process was effortless and clean.

"Wow, that's amazing!" I clapped exaggeratedly, but inside I was filled with a different kind of surprise. Amazing! Isn't this incredible? Meeting a beautiful woman online is already a blessing from a past life, but to meet one who can dance and spread her legs to the extreme is simply a miracle. For a moment, I almost knelt on the grass, thanking heaven for the blessing bestowed upon us Aquarians.

"What are you doing?" The beautiful Yang Qian noticed my strange gaze. If she knew what I was thinking, I wonder how she would kick me over with her beautiful legs.

"I was just thinking how lucky I am to have met you."

Yang Qian lowered her head shyly, probably looking for a place to sit.

I stepped forward and took her arm. "Be careful, this place is a bit wet. It wouldn't be good to get your flowery clothes dirty."

Freeze!

I didn't expect that she would look up at me at that moment, her captivating eyes seeming very moved. Although the distance between us was more than 0.01 centimeters at that moment, a second later, we were practically face-to-face.

It was a dark and windy night, the black night surrounding us, no one around, a beauty beside me—how could I not be moved?

Just like the lyrics say, "A gentle kiss, and it takes my heart away..." I lowered my head and gently touched her small lips. She didn't push me away, which gave me great courage.

So I reached behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her again. She closed her eyes shyly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips gently responding to my kiss. My mouth slowly parted her small mouth, licking her lips with my tongue, then slowly slipping inside, searching for her fragrant tongue. The girl's tongue responded little by little, wet and slippery, the taste was wonderful, and my pants involuntarily tightened. I could also feel her face starting to burn.

After a long while, we finally separated, but we were already in an embrace.

"You're so naughty," Yang Qian teased me.

"Then I'll be naughty again." Without further ado, I kissed her forcefully. She didn't even have time to catch her breath, letting out a soft "mmm," and our two hot tongues intertwined again, savoring the fruit of love.

This time, my hands began to move, stroking her back. The girl gasped softly as she was being caressed. My hand lifted her sweater and touched her skin. She trembled slightly, then stopped struggling. My right hand moved up her back, massaging her smooth skin.

At the same time, our tongues were still teasing each other. My hand slowly touched a strap; I knew it was a bra clasp. Slowly unhooking it, I could fully touch her back muscles. As I gently stroked her, Yang Qian made some small sounds in her throat, I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or discomfort, but she obediently submitted to me, and her hands began to stroke my back, her oral movements becoming more intense.

My hands finally moved to the front, one right hand covering one small, gentle breast. My masculine desire swelled, yet I still gently caressed it. I temporarily stopped kissing her, tilting her head back, squinting her eyes, feeling herself, letting out soft moans. And her breasts, under my continued caresses, began to harden, her nipples hardening.

Finally, I lifted her sweater with both hands, wanting to cover her mouth with mine. Feeling the coolness, she said, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see her."

She fell silent, for the first time intoxicated by a man's caresses. I turned up her sweater, revealing her fair skin and two soft, dove-like breasts, full and round. I took her right breast into my mouth. In an instant, the pleasure caused by the warmth traveled from her breasts to her brain. Her body trembled, enjoying it, and she involuntarily hugged me tighter.

As I licked her crystal-clear breasts, my hand slowly moved down, through her pants, down, touching some sparse hair. As I moved further down, her hand tightly covered that place, the place I wanted to go.

"No." Her voice was weak but firm.

"Just a touch."

"No."

I knew this was a young girl's modesty. To show respect, I withdrew my hand and took hers instead. Her hand was on my back. I took her hand and guided it inside my clothes. She obeyed and began to caress every inch of my back. The different structure of a man aroused her curiosity, prompting me to explore. I guided her hand forward and downward, inhaling and contracting my waist to allow her hand to pass smoothly.

She was curious yet shy. Her small hand slowly explored down, passing through my hairy abdomen, and touched my erect penis. I let her hold it, and she did, trembling with excitement. The hardness and heat of the man captivated her, and she kept moaning, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" I, however, was enjoying the pleasure of being touched.

Just as she was immersed in my penis, I began a new round of attack. I unzipped her pants, my fingers slipped inside her panties, and probed into her paradise. Perhaps because no one had ever been able to penetrate her before, when my warm hand reached her genitals, she was completely limp, unable to muster any strength to resist me. My fingers, lubricated by the warm, moist vaginal fluid, moved back and forth in her vagina. Although I didn't go all the way in, the pleasure of the caress was enough to make her lose her senses.

I felt an increasing urge, so I unzipped my pants, fully revealing my penis. Although her eyes were closed, her hand remained on it, making subtle stroking motions. I pulled her head towards my abdomen. In her dazed state, she came closer. Then I commanded her, "Look!"

She opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a swaying, firm, throbbing male organ. She screamed and quickly closed her eyes. But I didn't let up, forcefully bringing my penis close to her face.

"No!" She turned her head away, resolutely ignoring my things.

Perhaps I was a little too hasty; the little girl couldn't accept oral sex all at once. I had to settle for second best and let her hold my penis again, moving it up and down. She seemed to enjoy it.

So I stared at her beautiful face, fantasizing while having my little beauty give me a handjob until I completely ejaculated, thick semen spraying onto the grass. I kept imagining her little red mouth holding my penis, thinking that this day would come soon.

My beautiful girl, how can I make you happy forever?

(3)

It is really lucky to have met Yang Qian; it can almost be called a miracle.

My name is Li Jun, I am 25 years old this year, and I graduated from university just two years ago. I work in the business department of an investment bank. Due to business needs, we upgraded to the latest server last year, which can keep in touch with Reuters terminals 24 hours a day to obtain the latest business information. The benefit of this is that my computer on the desktop can also be updated, and I can stay on the Internet at any time.

One thing that young people cannot do without when they go online is chatting and making friends. I've joined nine dating clubs, including the famous Asian Dating Center. But these things always have more onlookers than participants, and even those I do connect with often don't meet my standards and are rejected. Aquarians are known for being incredibly picky.

Finally, I found a new dating website, focusing on a local target. A girl named Rose had a particularly intriguing profile. She wrote: "If you see me, you won't leave; if you leave me, you won't miss me; if you miss me, then you're wrong; if you're wrong, then don't say you'll never regret it."

This strange statement touched me, and I tried messaging her to chat online. Like all online friendships, we gradually became acquainted. She knew I was unconventional in class, loved poetry and literature, had a chivalrous spirit, and was arrogant and flamboyant. I knew her work schedule, her leisure activities at home, her circle of friends, and even her bedtime. But when I asked her about the origin of that passage, she didn't offer much explanation, only saying that she wrote it on a whim.

Since returning from the dance last week, our intimate moments have made our relationship increasingly close. When I realized I was starting to fall for her, I kept reminding myself.

Why? This involves the psychology of an Aquarius. I'm a typical Aquarius; maintaining my freedom is paramount. I don't want to be stuck with her all the time. I imagine a bright future ahead, perhaps with many, many girlfriends. Giving up the whole forest for one tree would be a huge loss. Secondly, Aquarians are the best to their friends, but they don't quite distinguish between friendship and love. For me, Yang Qian might just be a good friend, but I'm confused about whether it's love.

Just then, my company asked me to go on a business trip to Shanghai for a week-long meeting. I thought this might be a good opportunity to clear my head; after all, an Aquarius always needs to remain clear-headed.

Yang Qian sounded a little sad on the phone when she heard I was going on a business trip, but I proudly told her I'd be back soon. Shanghai, that bustling metropolis, where my life unexpectedly took a turn.

Accompanying me on this business trip was Chen Jie, a deputy manager from my department, only 29 years old. She was, in a way, my mentor; fair-skinned, with a slender face, long, curved eyes, and shoulder-length short hair—very alluring. I quite liked her, though she'd been married for several years. We got along well; I often bought her breakfast on my way to work, and she offered me a lot of help with business matters.

We boarded the long-distance bus to Shanghai on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway. Less than half an hour later, Chen Jie started to feel carsick. Her brow furrowed, her face pale, and she kept dry heaving. If I'd known this would happen, we would have taken the train; why suffer like this? I sometimes get carsick too, but after working and traveling all over the country for the past two years, I've gotten much better. But I still keep motion sickness medicine, essential oil, and a dozen plastic bags in my travel bag, just in case. This is typical of an Aquarius's thorough thinking.

After vomiting, applying ointment, and taking medicine, she finally calmed down. She drifted off to sleep, and in her sleep, she rested her head on my shoulder. I had no choice but to let the manager lean on my shoulder, hoping to curry favor. Luckily, she didn't snore or drool.

Things went relatively smoothly afterward. Upon arriving in Shanghai, we went to the conference venue to register, and the other party arranged accommodation. Because it was a large client, the hospitality was quite good. Chen Jie and I both stayed in a four-star hotel; I was in room 1010, and she was in room 1011, opposite me. After dinner, Chen Jie still wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. I also went to arrange my own activities.

Shanghai is my dream, because it's the national financial center. Financial elites thrive here, and investment and wealth management businesses are booming. Shanghai is also my dream, because there's someone I like here—Li.

Li is my high school classmate; her birthday is 12 months older than mine, so she's also an Aquarius. Aquarians are usually very charming, and this Aquarius woman was no exception. In high school, she had a round face, big cat-like eyes, and although not tall, she looked like a Japanese anime character—very cute. She was my crush, but I was short back then, and I'd heard rumors of her dating several handsome guys, so I never dared to confess. Later, she got into the Literature Department at Shanghai University, while I studied in Nanjing. We kept in touch by letter, catching up on each other's lives.

One spring, she came to Nanjing for a visit, and I went to accompany her. It was drizzling, and I held an umbrella in one hand while tentatively putting my arm around her shoulder with the other. She didn't object. From the school gate to my dorm, I maintained that position, my heart overflowing with joy. I thought I now had the right to pursue her, so when she returned, I sent her a love letter. Two weeks later, I received a postcard telling me to leave it to fate. Although I was disappointed, I was still grateful that she hadn't given me a long, rambling rejection like other girls would.

That's the best thing about Aquarians—they're so understanding. She's good at interpersonal relationships, and so am I. From then on, we never mentioned love again, treating each other as good friends. Occasionally, there were some ambiguous words, which added some fun and reduced a lot of responsibility and distance.

I'm free tonight, and although I have other classmates in Shanghai, I'll call her first. If possible, I'd like to see her.

On the other end of the line: "What is it?" These past few years, I've learned authentic Shanghainese.

"Me? I'm an Aquarius man." I've always been proud of my zodiac sign; my classmates all call me Aquarius man or male Aquarius.

"Where are you now? Shanghai?"

"Yes, I'm here for a meeting, staying for a few days. Are you busy tonight? Want to go shopping?"

"Wait," she hung up the phone and mumbled to a colleague, "I have some articles to finish now, around 9 pm, come pick me up at our newspaper office. The address is…"

I forgot to mention, she's a journalist, working at a small newspaper after graduation.

I checked the time; it was still early. I took a shower, dried myself off, and was busy when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find Chen Jie. She looked dejected and said, "My head is throbbing. Could you buy me some headache pills? The hotel clinic is closed."

I had no choice but to agree. Inwardly, I cursed, "What kind of hotel doesn't have a clinic on duty?"

Luckily, there was a pharmacy across from the hotel. I bought a box of ibuprofen, but then I saw a store selling family planning products and many kinds of aphrodisiacs: "Leopard Girl Aphrodisiac Powder," "Aphrodisiac Water," and "Golden Spear Liquid." Out of curiosity, I spent a long time reading the instructions before leaving, leaving the salesperson waiting in vain.

When I went back, I knocked on Chen Jie's door. I called twice, but no one answered. I tried pushing the door open; it wasn't locked, so I went in. I found the manager asleep in bed.

I put the medicine on the bedside table and was about to leave when I saw her sleeping so peacefully. Like a begonia in spring slumber, she was truly beautiful.

Thinking that she was sick, I couldn't help but affectionately stroke her hair. She groggily opened her eyes, and I said, "I bought the medicine; it's on the bedside table." She responded softly and closed her eyes again.

I thought she might be really tired, so I poured her another glass of water and put it on the bedside table, then locked the door and went out.

Life always breeds adventures in the ordinary.

(4)

I am not very familiar with the roads in Shanghai, so I directly called a taxi to Li's newspaper office. I arrived there five minutes late. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Li standing by the door, eagerly waiting in the wind.

Today she was wearing a beige trench coat and black pants. Because I hadn't seen her for a long time, I noticed that she had become thinner. Her round face had become an oval face, and there was hardly any flesh on her thin chin. However, her bright eyes were still charming.

She walked up to me and patted my shoulder affectionately. "Long time no see, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Why are you so thin?" She

smiled but remained silent.

I felt a pang of heartache. To be honest, I still liked her. She was like my teenage idol, an unattainable beauty who often appeared in my heart. Or to put it another way, we've always maintained a somewhat distant relationship, closer than friends, but less than lovers. It seems she's suffered a lot staying here. No wonder, a single girl in this line of work, how could it not be tough?

I said, "Let's go, is there a good place? My treat." "

We went to a nearby bar with an intriguing name: 'Back in the Day.'

It wasn't crowded, probably because it wasn't the weekend.

We sat in a corner, and I ordered a black tea and a juice for her. We sat there chatting, having not seen each other in so long, wanting to talk about everything, yet unsure how to begin. Then, we suddenly burst into silly laughter, and the conversation flowed freely.

We talked about where our classmates were—some in Shanghai, some in Nanjing, some staying in their hometowns, and some going abroad. So many memories, so many old feelings, surfaced in our minds. The waiter brought our drinks and lit candles. We sat quietly, chatting idly, sighing to each other. The flickering flames seemed like a small boat sailing back to the past, and we felt a deep sense of peace, tranquility, and intimacy.

'You were quite the gossip back then,' I teased her.

'Nonsense! I was very honest. You were the one who was.'

'How could I be?'

'Hmph.'" "You were the president of the literary club back then, and your articles were so captivating to young girls."

"That's strange. How come I didn't know about that? Tell me, who were the girls who were infatuated?" I really wanted to know.

"..."

"Can't say? It wasn't you, was it?"

Maybe she guessed right, because she was silent for a while, and then said, "I wonder who it was that was always watching me from behind? Aren't you ashamed?"

"It was me." In such a romantic atmosphere, of course I had to say something nice, "I admit it. So many boys were pursuing you back then, but I didn't have the courage, so I could only watch you from behind."

"You're always like this, hiding and dodging."

"I know, I can't help it, that's just how I am, indecisive, but you're not much better. What can we Aquarians do, overthinking and indecisive?"

"Hahaha, here we go again. " She pointed at me and laughed, her big eyes crinkling with laughter.

Perhaps, on such a beautiful night, we should have a drink to celebrate our reunion. She didn't object when I suggested it. So, we ordered a bottle of red wine and drank it in a luminous cup. In high spirits, our romantic journey began.

In truth, my alcohol tolerance is terrible. I mostly drink to liven things up, focusing on the experience rather than the quantity. Girls, on the other hand, are usually quite heavy drinkers, and Lily was no exception.

Red wine, beautiful women, and a fantastic atmosphere—how could I not get drunk? As the saying goes,

it's not the wine that intoxicates, but the mood. However, on the other hand, even when drunk, one remains somewhat sober. I'm not the kind of man who acts recklessly when drunk, so although I drank a lot, I wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, I maintained a polite demeanor. This should be attributed to the self-discipline of an Aquarius.

Some people become more annoying when drunk, while others become more carefree. I was definitely the latter. I was uninhibited, able to chat about anything and everything, my eyes firm, my spirits high, exuding a commanding presence. I could clearly feel the surprise and envy in her eyes. I don't know what time it was, but we were both reluctant to leave.

At the bar entrance, I looked into her eyes, radiating masculine charm, and asked, "Going home, or to my place?" "

..." There was no answer, only a nod.

Normally, I would have taken this as a sign that she was coming home, but at this moment I knew clearly that she had not chosen the former.

As she pushed open the door to the room, Lily said, "I'm going to wash my face." She went into the bathroom but didn't close the door. So I leaned against the doorway and watched her turn on the tap, wetting a towel and rubbing her flushed face. Her delicate skin looked exquisite under the water, alluring and captivating. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I walked behind her, reached out from behind, and pulled her into my arms.

She let out a soft moan and slumped into my embrace. With

such a beauty in my arms, I could hear my heart pounding. I gently kissed her ear, tenderly licking her earlobe and breathing into it. She flinched slightly, burying her head between her hands, too shy to look up. My heart was pounding like a thousand drums, yet I continued my flirtatious actions.

This girl I had always secretly loved, now finally had the chance to kiss me. All my thoughts converged into one: I must treat her well, love her!

My lips slid past her ear, slowly landing on her cheek. Her hands had somehow released their grip. Her lips were slightly parted, her starry eyes half-closed, and her tender, alluring appearance ignited my desire, sending me soaring to new heights!

Our lips finally met, our tongues intertwined. Lily's lips and tongue possessed a power to conquer men, making me feel the allure hidden within her. I yanked her trench coat off, but not completely, leaving it caught on her arms, preventing her hands from moving freely. My hands unceremoniously slipped down her waist, lifting her clothes and caressing her full, firm breasts.

As I stroked them, she let out a low moan, a sound indescribable, yet filled with satisfaction and admiration. As my hands continued downwards, she tried anxiously to stop me, saying, "No, don't..."

But her trench coat blocked her hand, so my right hand strode straight in to her "base camp." It was already soaking wet. I bent my index finger and inserted about a third of it, thrusting it in and out of her vagina, while my left hand caressed her breasts, and my lips continued to kiss her face.

"Lily...look."

Lily looked up shyly at the two people in the mirror, then lowered her head again, already limp.

I wanted to be gentle with her, but seeing the two lewd figures in the mirror, and Lily's submissive movements, I felt my blood boiling. I unzipped my pants, released my penis, and pressed it against her buttocks. Then I made her lie face down on the dressing table, pulled down her pants from behind, and thrust in from behind.

"Ah..." Lily cried out, then arched her hips and thrust backward.

After realizing it was a satisfied moan, I pressed on, each thrust hitting her hard, the smacking sounds clearly audible. Soon she began to moan loudly, "Ah...faster, mmm, I want more, oh...I'm almost there."

This was the most pleasurable moment; what could be more delightful than a man conquering a woman?

As I thrust, I asked her, "Is it good?"

"Extremely good."

"Do you like it?" "

Yes." "

Then...say something nice."

"Mmm, husband, husband, I want it, I want it!"

My penis remained inside the beautiful woman's body for about 45 minutes, finally reaching orgasm. "Lily, I'm coming. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Whatever you want, husband."

"Then I want to cum in your mouth!"

"Mmm, okay."

Since the beauty requested it, I didn't hold back. My testicles slammed against her buttocks for a while, and I felt the energy in my body spreading outwards from my lower abdomen in concentric circles. At the same time, I quickly pulled out my penis, pinching the base with my fingers to resist the waves of pleasure. My understanding Xiaoli turned around, squatted down in front of me, and took my penis into her mouth.

I took the opportunity to relax the pressure at the base, and a surging wave gushed out from my body and into Xiaoli's mouth, which she swallowed with a gulp.

We hugged each other, covered in sweat, and smiled at each other, feeling incredibly sweet.

—My goddess, I will never forget the thrill of that night.

(5)

The alarm clock woke me up at 7 o'clock, and I turned off my phone in a daze. I stroked the person next to me with my eyes closed, and what I could touch was her smooth body and silky hair. I felt a sense of satisfaction, opened my eyes, and looked at her sleeping soundly in the dim light. Her lovely sleeping posture, like a sleeping doll, filled me with tenderness, and I longed for this moment to last forever.

For a long time afterward, I kept thinking about what I would do if she woke up at this time. I would definitely tell her: "Shall we live together? I love you!" But she didn't, only her long eyelashes trembled gently.

I didn't want to wake her, so I fumbled to get dressed. Today's meeting was scheduled for 8:30, and breakfast was from 7:30 to 8:00. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I went to room 1011. Hearing the sound of running water, I figured she was already up, so I rang the doorbell a few times. A voice called out, "Coming!" A click later, a clean, elegant face smiled at me. "You're up early."

I yawned. "How are you? Feeling better?" Only then did I notice she was washing her face, still wearing thermal underwear, her slender figure clearly visible. I was momentarily stunned.

She rolled her eyes at me. "What are you looking at? Wait for me outside for a bit, okay?" Then she closed the door and went to do what she hadn't finished, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

The meeting started promptly at 8:30. Representatives from the investment departments of Bank of America and Citibank presented their services, followed by a presentation from Standard Chartered Bank in Hong Kong, and then presentations from domestic investment banks. The entire conference was conducted in English. The speakers were all foreigners, and the audience consisted of colleagues from various Chinese cities. I suspect many people didn't understand much; even I, with my foreign language major, only understood about 80%. The morning passed quickly, and the last half hour was for questions.

A man sitting in the back row stood up and asked his first question, which was immediately translated for him by a staff member from a foreign bank. When it was our turn to speak, Chen Jie lightly brushed her bangs aside and asked the speaker in fluent, native English how they viewed the current state of investment in China. The other party said a long string of words, finally concluding: "atcus rerentsituation, its inkitisa goodtimet on investstockmarket."

Chen Jie listened, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, "ideon'tage with your rop inion. bubbleeconomywillalafectthestockmarket.iforcastththatitwouldbedowninhalayear.andasmoderizationofcit "

It seems the two sides have different investment views. The foreigner thinks the stock market is hot right now, so of course we should invest in it. Chen Jie refuted this view, arguing that the stock market is overheated and will inevitably crash in six months due to the bubble economy, but urban modernization is underway, so investing in real estate is better. (Six months later, the stock market indeed crashed, and real estate boomed.)

Both views have their merits, and the audience was divided into two camps, each holding their own opinions. Then the host called for a break for lunch, and the delegates would exchange ideas again in the afternoon, thus ending the discussion. However, Chen Jie's elegance, competence, and generosity left a deep impression on the attendees. I couldn't help but flatter her, saying, "Boss, I admire you so much." She returned a wink in response. Of course, fools usually can't distinguish between a wink and a roll of the eyes.

During lunch, I dialed the room phone, which rang for a long time, but no one answered. I dialed Li's number again, but it was switched off. I grumbled to myself for a while, not knowing why, but I was a little annoyed. I was somewhat distracted while eating. The foreigner who was giving the presentation on stage came over and chatted with Chen Jie for a long time. I wasn't interested in joining in, but just listened patiently. The two of them suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly having a very good conversation. Before leaving, they exchanged business cards and said they would come to Nanjing for exchanges if they had the chance.

Chen Jie asked me with concern, "What's wrong?"

I made up an excuse, "I caught a cold yesterday and I'm not feeling well."

"Then you shouldn't attend the meeting this afternoon. Go home and rest."

I declined for a while, but still went upstairs. When I opened the door, the room was empty; she was gone. The blankets were neatly folded, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

Turning my head, I saw a note under the table with a few lines written on it: "A night of deep affection, I am grateful for your kindness; though we are separated, our friendship will last forever." I read the note several times, carefully pondering its meaning. She was implying that we worked in different places and couldn't be together, so she quietly left to preserve our friendship and look forward to meeting again in the future. I knew I couldn't persuade her, just as I couldn't keep her before. Aquarius women are always so decisive.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the light off, I could still almost smell the fragrance of her pillow, and her graceful figure seemed to still be before my eyes. Watching her walk away, I couldn't utter a single word. I sighed deeply, feeling that happiness is fleeting, and life is just like that, nothing more.

I don't know how long I sat there, when suddenly someone pushed the door open and turned on the light. "What's wrong with you? You even forgot to close the door when you went to sleep." I knew Chen Jie was there from the voice. I didn't say anything. Maybe I looked a bit dazed, like something was wrong, because she came over and touched my forehead. "What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

I shook my head and forced a smile. "Nothing. Is it over? Are we going back tomorrow?"

"It's over, we can go back tomorrow. Sigh, I've been out for two days and haven't had time to go out. I'm telling you, Smith invited us out tonight." Smith was the vice president of the investment bank I debated with Chen Jie earlier today.

"That must be for you. I'm not feeling well, I don't want to go."

"No way," she said, her face hardening and pouting. "I can't go alone."

"Then don't go." I said, deliberately trying to annoy her.

"Then what are you staying here for?"

"To take care of me. I took care of you yesterday, so you should repay me today."

Unexpectedly, she said, "That's right. I'll tell him I have something to do and can't go. I'll stay with you tonight." This was too ambiguous. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at her closely, and suddenly thought of Li, and my heart ached again.

While she was on the phone, I closed my eyes again, savoring the pain, overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Many people think Aquarians are fickle, but fickleness is just a facade. My feelings for her were truly sincere. The sounds of Chen Jie and the foreigner explaining themselves faded into the distance. I couldn't help but drift off to sleep again. I

don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, someone was sitting by the bed, which startled me. Then I remembered it was Chen Jie keeping me company. Perhaps she was tired, as she was also dozing off. I looked at her closely. A fair face, willow-leaf eyebrows, slender eyes, thin lips—while not exactly a beauty, she exuded femininity.

I suddenly wanted to tease her, so I waved my hand in front of her face, but she didn't react. Then I stroked her hair, still no reaction. I sat up, walked behind her, and gently tapped her back. She hummed in response, continuing to close her eyes and enjoy my massage.

I grew bolder and began to tap her back more earnestly, sometimes pounding firmly, sometimes kneading her shoulders. After ten minutes, her body became increasingly limp, and she was already half-asleep, completely absorbed in the pleasure. A wicked thought surged within me. I had just lost one woman, and now heaven had sent another. Whoever she was, I was prepared to make her my woman.

I began to gently tap the back of her head, then casually stroked her hair. Not much, but very smooth. She didn't move. I grew bolder and began to stroke her fair neck, lingering on it intentionally for a while. Then I pinched her earlobe; it was soft and cool. After a while, her ear began to heat up.

I slowly moved my hand back and forth across her back. Through the sweater, I could feel the softness of her underwear, the tight bra, and her warm body. I held my breath and slowly moved closer to her fair neck. I could see her fine hairs trembling at my breath, but she said nothing. Finally, my lips touched her skin. I kissed her carefully, moving to her earlobe, then took it in my mouth and gently licked it, hearing her soft moan.

Her head was lowered, so I turned her face to the side, my fingers touching her burning cheek, the heat reigniting my passion. I closed my eyes, our cheeks touching, colliding, slowly yet eagerly searching for her lips. I kissed her carefully, and she didn't resist for long. When I forcefully parted her lips with my tongue, she released her fragrant, smooth tongue, which intertwined with mine.

While kissing passionately, I caressed her earlobe, neck, and cheeks with my hands. Once I was sure she was aroused, I slipped my hand down her neckline, and although I didn't go very deep, I could still feel the curve of her skin.

My hands couldn't be idle any longer; I took her hand and guided it to caress me. She hugged me tighter, slipped her hand under my belt, explored my back, then moved to the front, and began to caress my abdomen. I tensed my lower abdomen; my burning penis felt that delicate hand touching it, and my whole body tensed even more.

She smiled seductively at me, reached over with her other hand, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down my zipper, along with all my pants, revealing my proud, erect penis. She cupped it in her hands, pulled back the foreskin, looked at it, and said, "Eat sausage." She lowered her head and took it into her mouth, gently swallowing it.

I felt my penis enveloped in a warm, moist place, which felt incredibly comfortable and aroused me even more. I kept demanding, "Come on, swallow it all." She opened her small mouth wide and slowly swallowed my bulging, veiny penis, feeling smug.

I held her head and thrust forward forcefully. She tried to meet my thrusts, her charming smile framing my penis, stimulating my blood to boil.

I began to violently undress her, quickly stripping her naked.

Her exquisite, fair body was exposed under the orange-red light. I pressed myself against her, excitedly licking her beautiful breasts. She gently stroked my hair, pushing my head down.

I kissed my way down her chest, until I reached her pubic hair. It wasn't big, but it was white and clean. I licked it with my tongue; it tasted salty, and the vaginal opening was a little wet. I heard her moan, so I licked it again, and sure enough, she moaned again. I held her down, preventing her from moving, and gently licked the opening. She was completely unable to control herself, letting out moans. The water inside her cave flowed continuously, soon becoming a babbling brook. She suddenly gripped my penis tightly, crying out, "Come on, I can't take it anymore, come on!"

I lay on top of her, my erect penis meeting her entrance. With the moment the seal closed, I felt a small, tight, incredibly elastic space enveloping her—a young woman's private domain. She had opened herself to me, giving me the pleasure of a mature woman. Beneath me, she passionately cried out, "Go for it, fuck me!" My blood was boiling, and I lingered in and out of her cave, thrusting in and out while passionately kissing her. Each time I tasted her saliva, my penis expanded, and she convulsed.

I don't know how long we thrust, but gradually her eyes rolled back, her movements quickened, and she kept moaning, "Ah, ah..." I also increased my pace, feeling a suction from her lower orifice. My body gradually went limp, pleasure gathered at the tip of my penis, and finally, with a shout, the pleasure erupted. She also let out a powerful cry, and then we embraced, kissing tenderly, our lower bodies still tightly connected.

I have to admit, making love with a young woman is quite enjoyable. I also have to admit that during sex, I forgot my sorrows. My

trip to Shanghai ended, and I returned to Nanjing.

Li's affair brought me a lot of unhappiness, and I had no intention of seeing Yang Qian that day. Unexpectedly, her call came first. "Kitty, you're back. Why didn't you call me? We have an event tonight, I have a performance, are you coming?"

"Really? I'll see, I'll be there early after work."

"Okay. Goodbye, Kitty."

Her sweet voice was strangely pleasant. Thinking of her long legs, I suddenly felt my penis harden, and a lewd smile appeared on my face. Wait a minute? When did I, this righteous Aquarius, become like this?

I suddenly became alert, looking around. In the bustling office, the woman Chen Jie in the next seat smiled sweetly at me. I felt even more tense, quickly covering myself with the hem of my shirt and looking down at the documents, my mind wandering.

After lunch, everyone else went to their rooms for a nap. I sat at Chen Jie's desk and chatted with her. She asked me why I was so nervous in the morning. I looked around to make sure no one was there, then reached out and touched her cheek. "It's all your fault, you gave me that lewd smile, it made me weak all over."

"Really?" she chuckled. "Then where's it hard?"

"What do you think?"

She deliberately rubbed her arm against my crotch, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, "I've eaten the biggest sausages."

I teased her back, "Who?"

"My husband, of course."

"Huh? His is bigger than mine?" "

Of course, his is a third longer than yours."

I don't know if it was true or not, but I felt a little disappointed. She quickly added, "But I'm a bit older now, not as hard as yours, and I don't last as long as you." Damn, I couldn't help but nuzzle my erect crotch against her chest. She blushed and reached out to touch it a couple of times, exclaiming softly, "You're really strong, young man. And as hard as an iron rod."

I laughed and said, "Next time I'll let you experience my prowess."

She licked her lips, her face full of lust, "Who's afraid of who? I'll definitely turn you into a dead snake."

I wanted to strip her clothes off right away and fuck her to death in front of everyone. I never thought that once a woman lets loose, she can be so overwhelming for a man.

In the afternoon, I happened to answer a consultation call. The business inquiry was about a project consulting firm in Jiangsu owned by a Hong Kong investment company. He spoke with a Hong Kong accent, introduced himself as Tony, and asked me to send him an email with information about my company. I agreed. Before leaving work, I prepared the information and sent it to him. Then, I happily went to the restroom to wash my face and freshen up.

Looking at my youthful reflection in the mirror, I suddenly had a strange feeling. This sudden feeling made me realize that my life was about to undergo a subtle change. As an Aquarius, I often have these strange feelings, feelings that urge me to seize every opportunity to elevate my life.

I thought carefully about what had happened these past few days and suddenly felt that losing Lily might not be such a bad thing. Perhaps this would allow me to focus seriously on the present and face reality more closely. Otherwise, an Aquarius might forever live in their own dream world.

Having figured this out, standing atop this 24-story building, facing the evening lights just coming on, I told myself, "Let the past be the past. From now on, I'll hold onto what's in my heart!" I don't know if it was sadness or joy, but I felt my eyes welling up with tears. Are all Aquarians as sentimental as I am?

When I went to see Yang Qian, I went to the wrong place, and the performance had already started. Three girls were performing a fan dance. I looked closely and finally recognized one of the heavily made-up girls as her. They were all wearing bright red jackets with black trim, green lantern pants, and had two small braids, looking incredibly youthful and cute, their white, lotus-root-like arms exposed as they danced with peach blossom fans. Their small-sized clothes accentuated the curves of their chests, waists, and hips, making everyone around them practically drool. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

After dancing for a while, the music changed to energetic disco, and their style shifted to a hot, energetic dance. The three women jumped, did splits, and lay down, their movements rhythmic and synchronized, drawing loud cheers and applause from the audience.

Then, amidst the increasingly fast-paced music, a sudden high note abruptly stopped the music. Yang Qian and the others performed a 180-degree hip split, arching their backs over their thighs and raising their hands in an alluring pose. The men cheered, clapping enthusiastically, their eyes glued to the beautiful skin revealed by her flowing jacket.

I went backstage to see her. When she saw me, she didn't even bother to change her clothes, tilting her head up and asking, "How is it? Does it look good?"

I looked into her eyes sincerely and said, "It's beautiful." It truly was; her makeup was still on, her cheeks were rosy, her skin fair, and her high breasts were so close—I thought she was a true youthful beauty.

I couldn't resist quietly taking her hand. She shyly let me linger for a moment, then pulled away. "There are so many people here,"

I said with a smile, leaning close to her ear. "Shall we find a quiet place?"

She chuckled and said, "No way. I made plans with some friends to have a late-night snack later." She must have been talking about her dance partners. I realized I hadn't eaten dinner either, so I decided to go with them.

Including her two friends, there were four of us in total, and we went to a hot pot restaurant. A grown man with three beautiful girls drew envious glances from onlookers to our table. As they chattered excitedly about ordering the broth and dishes, I couldn't help but glance at their faces. Their delicate and beautiful features stirred my imagination.

The petite, pretty girl to my left was Wang Lili. The girl opposite me had incredibly fair skin, an elegant demeanor, and occasionally smiled, revealing shallow dimples. She was dignified and beautiful; her name was Zhang Ying. Yang Qian sat to my right, lively and adorable, constantly chatting with them about the food and her dancing.

We ordered the food and a couple of beers. Since we weren't very familiar with each other, I didn't say much, just chatting idly around the charcoal fire over the pot of red and white broth. Surprisingly, the two girls could really hold their liquor; in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, both bottles were empty. Meanwhile, the broth was bubbling away in the pot, and just as the atmosphere was getting lively, Wang Lili started to get animated.

"Come on, let's drink!"

After a few drinks, I inwardly groaned. Although I'm a self-proclaimed Aquarius, I'm not a heavy drinker. My alcohol tolerance has always been low, and today I couldn't even handle Wang Lili alone. Yang Qian was also relatively weak; after a couple of drinks, her face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, and she kept leaning her head against the table.

Zhang Ying ate with great elegance, like a well-bred lady, while Wang Lili kept acting coquettishly in front of me. I don't know if she's always been this outgoing, or if it was because she's close to Yang Qian, but in the end, she even called me "Big Brother."

Three hours had passed in a flash, and I was already quite drunk. Any more and I'd embarrass myself. Yang Qian, if I hadn't been supporting her, she would have crawled under the table. I pulled her along and whispered in her ear, "If you can't drink, then don't drink! Look at you."

She kept saying, "Okay, okay." I don't know if she understood me.

I said, "I'll take you all home one by one."

Zhang Ying smiled, and Wang Lili said, "Okay, big brother, you'll take me home last."

I dragged Yang Qian up, "Little pig, let's go!"

It turned out these three lived in the same building. A very nice apartment, three bedrooms and a living room, probably their company's dormitory. I put the completely drunk woman on her bed, felt nauseous, and knew I was in trouble. Suppressing the urge to vomit, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

When I came out, I saw Wang Lili in the living room, looking mischievous. "Zhang Ying is upset that I made you like this, and she told me to take you home."

I glanced at Zhang Ying, who rolled her eyes and said, "I don't care. I drank too much too, and I'm so tired today. I'm going to sleep." She casually went back to her bedroom.

I felt a little embarrassed. "Wang Lili, I'm fine. I can go home by myself."

Wang Lili said, "How about this, have a cup of tea, rest a bit, and then you can go."

I sat in the living room, holding my teacup, feeling rather bored. After thinking for a while, I decided to say goodbye. Wang Lili came out of her bedroom, changed into a cartoon-themed pajama, her hair down, and asked me, "Are you feeling better?"

I suddenly felt like she was alone, and a wave of sadness washed over me. I said, "I should go." I stood up and put down my cup.

She said with concern, "Have another glass of water. I'm afraid you might lie on the street and not be able to find your way home, and someone might come after me."

I chuckled and let her pour me another glass of water. She stood there for a while and said, "Come and look at my photos. I'm making a racket in the living room."

I nodded and went into her bedroom. There was a bed, a desk, and a stool in the bedroom. She sat on the bed, turned on the desk lamp, and handed me the photo album. I flipped through the photos one by one.

She picked out a CD, which was Korean pop music. Although the volume was turned down, the rhythm was very strong. She gently sang along, shaking her head, and explained it to me.

The atmosphere was particularly good at this moment. The dim light and the beauty beside me made my heart sway with the music, as if I were in a dream. However, I finally woke up. I tried hard to get my mind out of the despicable wild thoughts and struggled to say goodbye.

She nodded, opened the door, and saw me out. When I said goodbye, I touched her fingers and gently touched them, expressing my attachment and helplessness.

(7)

The next morning, I felt a headache and called to ask for sick leave. I slept until noon and didn't want to get up. Just then, my phone rang. It was Chen Jie calling and asking if I had eaten anything. I said I hadn't. She said, "Then wait a moment, I'll bring you some boxed lunch."

I got up and washed up, waiting for her to come.

I rented my room, a two-bedroom apartment, for 1,000 yuan a month. I don't like sharing with others, so I never intended to rent out the other room. That's fine, Aquarians like to think about things alone.

Chen Jie was wearing a sharp business suit, which accentuated her delicate features. Her shrewd and capable appearance clearly indicated she was an office worker. She came in and saw me staring at her: "What are you looking at?"

"Because you're pretty."

"Really?"

I said, "No wonder everyone calls you a 'white-bone demon' these days."

"Huh?"

"White-collar, backbone, shrewd, white-bone demon!"

She chuckled. I held her hand, forgetting to eat. I opened the lunchbox and saw quite a lot: braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, mapo tofu, braised chicken, and a poached egg. I shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice, then looked up and asked her, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten."

Seeing her gentle demeanor, a thought struck me, and I gave her a lewd grin. "Then, do you want some more?"

She immediately understood, her eyes sparkling, and she smiled seductively, saying, "Yes."

I felt as if my body had been set ablaze; my eyes were definitely glued to her. I said, "Then why don't you come over?"

I took her hand, stroked her head, and gently pressed her down. She slowly squatted down, burying her face between my legs, rubbing it against me. As I ate, I felt her teeth gripping my zipper, pulling it down. I paused, patted her head twice in encouragement.

Her face flushed, and she finally managed to unzip it with her mouth. She began to caress my penis, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She looked up at me with a seductive gaze, a thousand charms beyond words. Then she lowered her head again, rubbing her face against my erect member, looking completely ecstatic. Feeling the warmth on my face and seeing the gentle woman's submissive expression, my member swelled rapidly, almost too much for her to handle. She looked at the precious object in her hand with surprise, her small mouth slightly open, her luscious red lips taking the glans into her mouth.

A wet, warm, soft sensation traveled from the tip of my penis to my brain, and I almost lost control, dropping my chopsticks and pressing her head down, forcing her to continue. Pressed down, she had no choice but to obediently move her mouth forward, swallowing half of my thick member. Her small mouth, stretched unbearably, gave me a resentful look. I gently helped her lift her head back slightly, letting her catch her breath.

Then I increased the pressure, pressing her head all the way down and commanding, "Swallow it all!"

She didn't utter a sound, straining to swallow my thick, sausage-like penis completely, her tongue still licking the inside. I felt the pleasure intensify tenfold, and holding her head, I began to thrust. Each time the fluid reached deep into her throat, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Coupled with her efforts to swallow, her red lips, her elegant uniform, and her snow-white skin gave me immense pleasure, and my movements became increasingly frantic. Each thrust inevitably caused her to jerk. After about ten thrusts, I released her.

She began to pant, "Really, so rough. Yours is so big, it choked me."

"I don't care anymore, you can play by yourself," I said, continuing to eat.

She then began to play with my penis, touching it all over, licking it thoroughly with her tongue. After a while, she actually unbuckled my belt, reached inside, and touched my testicles, saying, "So big, so hard."

Seeing that I'd almost finished, I stood up and walked towards the bed, saying, "You're in such a hurry, you must be all wet."

She suddenly pounced on me, "It's all your fault, I want you to make it up to me."

I said helplessly, "Make it up, I'll keep you company, okay?" I pulled her close and kissed her first, our wet tongues entwining for a long time. My hands roamed over her entire body, leaving her completely naked.

She collapsed weakly against me, her hands stroking my face, then my chest, then my back, buttocks, thighs, finally settling on my penis. Then, unable to resist, she bent down and took it into her mouth, diligently servicing it. My penis grew hotter, bigger, and harder in her mouth. I let out a low growl, laid her flat on the bed, her snow-white, delicate body lying prone. I lifted her slender, white legs and forcefully spread them apart, revealing that alluring cave.

I straddled her, kissing her face. She moaned softly, her eyes welling with tears. I felt my penis touch the entrance and thrust in deeply. A satisfied groan escaped her throat. After

a few slow rounds, I felt her vagina begin to contract, and the cool sensation stimulated my glans. I said, "Ah, you haven't already ejaculated, have you?"

She rested her head on my chest, embarrassed, and said, "I don't know what happened. I missed you so much today. I couldn't help getting wet when I saw you, and I felt like I was going to climax as soon as you went in."

Hearing this, I felt incredibly proud and started thrusting again quickly. At first, she suppressed her moans, then she cried out loud without restraint. I felt the cool sensation constantly stimulating my glans, both numb and tingling, and I didn't even have the strength to thrust anymore. I could only rest for a while on her snow-white body. We then exchanged kisses, tender and lingering, our words overflowing with passion.

When the initial sensation subsided a bit, I started thrusting again. I raised her legs to penetrate deeper, and her hands kept trying to caress the point of contact between us, all the while she said in a seductive voice, "Fuck me! Harder, husband."

I thrust relentlessly, like a mad stallion. She kept encouraging me with her voice and her body, and I saw my sweat dripping onto her chest. She seemed oblivious, swaying her hips to my rhythm, lost in the sensations of sex.

Slowly, as if water were going from cold to boiling, I felt a faint tingling sensation spreading from my lower abdomen downwards, threatening to burst forth. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I whispered to her, "I'm almost there."

She moaned, "It's okay, come on. Give it all to me, shoot it inside! Ah... ah... oh..."

I finally released myself at the moment of climax, thousands of sperm surging into her vagina, stimulating her to tremble all over. During her climax, she hugged me tightly: "Ah...darling, you're so amazing...I feel like I'm flying with happiness."

We snuggled together, closed our eyes to rest, and my hand wandered over her beautiful skin. I felt a little tired and soon fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw that she was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. She was still the dignified lady, the office lady, shrewd and capable, with a clear sense of right and wrong. I even doubted whether it was her who was moaning under me just now.

She said, "If you don't have anything to do this afternoon, you don't need to go."

I thought for a moment, "Anyway, I can't sleep here, so I'll go to class. If there's nothing to do, I'll leave early. Besides, I'll miss you." She must have liked that last sentence the most, and she smiled.

(8)

In the afternoon, when it was almost time to leave work, my phone rang. When I picked up the phone, I heard a Hong Kong-style Mandarin voice say to me, "Hello, this is Tony. We have read the introduction you sent. We will fax you the project information we want to carry out in Nanjing later. Please take a look and give us a reply tomorrow, okay?"

I chuckled, "Okay, I'll take a look at the fax later and give you a reply tomorrow, no problem."

Five minutes later, the fax was already in my hand. I glanced at it; apparently, their Hong Kong company wanted to commission us to provide some asset disposal advice. With changes in national policy, the disposal of non-performing assets has attracted more and more investors. Hong Kong people have also jumped on the bandwagon; they control a large amount of international speculative capital, acquiring and merging companies, then repackaging them and reselling them—they're very adept at capital operations.

The phone suddenly rang again. I picked it up and said, "Tony, I received the fax."

But I heard a silvery laugh on the other end. "Who do you take me for? You clumsy fool."

I smiled. "It's you, Little Pig."

"You're the Little Pig! You're a Big Pig!"

"Big Pig and Little Pig on the Fish Plate! Hehe, you missed me?"

"What? You big pig, tell me, what did you do after I got drunk last time?" Yang Qian pouted.

My heart skipped a beat. "Sigh, you can't drink, you had to get drunk, and now you're asking me? Are you going to invite me to dinner after work?"

"Yes, yes. Are you free?"

I said. "Of course I'm free! If you invite me, I'll have to make time!"

A date with a beautiful woman is a blessing. Seeing that it was getting late, I went out and hailed a taxi to the Fisherman's Hotel. This hotel, run by people from Zhejiang, specializes in river seafood; it has a unique character, and its decor is both rustic and elegant, so business has always been good.

I had just found a seat in a corner of the lobby when I looked up and saw Yang Qian walking in from the entrance. She had delicately painted eyebrows, and her fair, delicate face was framed by a small, cherry-like mouth. Her eyes were sparkling, like a fairy descended from heaven. A light red ponytail was tied high behind her head, both elegant and haughty. Her curvaceous figure spoke of youthful vitality. My heart had already been stirred by her, and I was completely captivated by her.

I smiled at her, invited her to sit opposite me, and said softly, "It's been two days since I last saw you, but it already feels like ages."

She smiled slightly, accepting my flattery, "You know, I don't know what you said the other day, but Wang Lili and the others keep asking about you."

I was quite pleased with myself, but said aloud, "Really? What did they ask?"

She replied unhappily, "Nothing, you can ask them yourself next time."

I looked at her slightly reproachful face, her lovely, flower-like face, "Little sister, don't break the precept against anger, it'll make you old."

She was amused by me, "Okay, hurry up and order, I want fish!"

Hmm? This tone, who's paying? Could this be a woman's trick? I sighed and helped this little kitten order.

I ordered cold jellyfish salad, pickled mustard greens with edamame, radish salad, and cucumber with garlic sauce. For hot dishes, I ordered boiled shrimp, ginger and scallion crab, green pepper beef, and steamed flounder. She watched me order intently, occasionally smiling at me, revealing her white teeth.

"What about drinks? What do you want to drink?"

"Drinks! Beer."

"You can still drink?" I joked.

"Just a little bit." She wasn't convinced. So I ordered two bottles as a token.

The dishes arrived one after another, vibrant and delicious. I chatted with her about current events while carefully watching her eat. As an Aquarius, I have a principle: a real man is one who can appreciate women. Actually, every woman has her own merits, and I like them all. It seems like I'm the epitome of a womanizer, but I don't think so, because there's a fundamental difference between me and womanizers: I genuinely like them all, and I don't tire of the old

while seeking the new. Yang Qian's mouth kept moving, struggling to eat. Watching her, imagining her small mouth holding my penis, my heart pounded slightly. After drinking, a blush slowly crept onto her face. I noticed her eyes were full of affection, her pretty face glowing, and I felt a burning sensation in my lower body. In this bustling restaurant, I forcibly averted my gaze and calmed myself down.

I asked her, "Where are we going after we eat?"

She said, "Anywhere."

—Did that mean I could do whatever I wanted with her? I thought lewdly.

Perhaps my expression conveyed this malicious meaning, because her small fist flew towards me, giving me a hard pinch.

It was dusk, and the streets were brightly lit. The streets were bustling with people, vibrant and colorful under the neon lights. Before I knew it, she was pulling me along by the right arm. I thought for a moment, then reached out and put my arm around her shoulder.

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