Selfless love

Kang Zixin, an ordinary name, an ordinary woman. As a twenty-four-year-old woman, her experiences lack any romance or legend. An ordinary family background, ordinary intelligence, ordinary looks, an ordinary figure. Everything about her can be described as "ordinary." But in her heart, "ordinary" means not the best, not the worst; ordinariness is happiness. Just like a glass filled 50% full, in her eyes, it's always half full, never half empty. When she was ten, her father died in an accident, leaving behind a modest inheritance. Her mother raised her, her older sister, and her younger brother—a family of four—living a simple and contented single-parent life. Her mother, though still young and beautiful, had no intention of remarrying, because she loved her husband and three children too much! Her mother's only wish was to raise her three children, watch them grow up, and achieve success. She studied very hard, devoting all her energy and spirit to her studies, but she wasn't particularly bright. In her final year of secondary school, despite her best efforts and her mother's fervent expectations, she still couldn't get into the science stream and could only barely make it into the arts stream. In her fifth year, this eighteen-year-old girl was finally eliminated by Hong Kong's brutal examination system. Half a year of all-night studying and preparation resulted in only three passing subjects in her HKCEE, translating to a dismal score of 3. She didn't complain, didn't blame others, and didn't resent fate for not giving her a brighter mind. After graduating from secondary school, she worked as a waitress in a fast-food restaurant, a sales clerk in a clothing store, and was almost tricked into becoming a "karaoke hostess." Fortunately, the karaoke host didn't like her appearance, and she escaped that fate. Of course, why would anyone want her? She was thin, not the kind of slender and petite, but rather excessively thin. Standing at 157 centimeters tall, with reasonably proportionate limbs, she possessed a pair of 31A breasts; her skin was fair with a slight pallor, and her face bore faint marks from chickenpox in childhood. She couldn't be described as "beautiful" by any standard. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. The reason she wasn't ugly was her eyes. Her eyes always seemed so bright and spirited. It wasn't an intellectual gaze, nor a display of wisdom, but a natural expression of hope for the world and a heartfelt love for the future. A phrase she often uttered was, "Every day of my life is a bonus! Hehe." She would never forget the day her father died fourteen years ago. The blood and corpses everywhere, the stench and smoke filling the air, the cries and groans of the survivors, and the hand that had been tightly holding hers, a hand that slowly turned from warm to cold. Fourteen years ago, a massive bus rollover and explosion occurred. A drunken truck driver recklessly swerved on the highway, crashing into an oncoming bus. The bus overturned and exploded, killing all sixteen passengers and the driver. The sole survivor was a ten-year-old girl. She was protected by the deformed bus seat, which shielded her from the blast. Her father, however, died in the accident, his hand still firmly holding hers. The little girl lost her father, yet miraculously survived. After a serious illness, her family worried she might be traumatized, her personality drastically changed, becoming timid and withdrawn. But the opposite happened. After recovering, she became a sunny girl, often saying that she survived the accident, so what more could she ask for? She loves to laugh and loves all beautiful things in the world. She, Kang Zixin, is beautiful, at least that's what she thinks. Today is her twenty-fourth birthday. "Zixin, will your Zhijie pick you up from get off work?" Xingfang asked affectionately, taking Zixin's hand. Xingfang was Zixin's colleague and also a cosmetics saleswoman; she was much prettier than Zixin. "Probably? Today... Hmph, if he forgets, I'll be angry with him... just for a day!" Zixin said sweetly. "Oh dear~~ just for a day? Compared to me, I'd be angry with him for a month, or I'd expect him to buy me a Padra handbag! Zixin, you're too easygoing! Men, if you always do things for them, you're destined to be completely under their thumb," Xingfang muttered. "What does it matter? He works hard, and his salary isn't much, but we really love each other! What Padra handbag? Even if he offered to give it to me, I wouldn't want it! We should save where we can, otherwise... um..." Zixin hesitated. "What about the future? Oh... I see, is it to save money when you marry him? So, you've decided on him?" Xingfang laughed. Zixin blushed and said, "No... I won't say. You, what about yourself? You have a bunch of boyfriends around you, Mr. Li today, Mr. Chen tomorrow, have you made a choice?" Xingfang seemed to have heard something extraordinary and said, "Men, how can you make a choice? If you don't meet one, fine, but if you meet someone better, why wouldn't you immediately switch? Youth is a woman's capital, if you don't catch a 'golden turtle' now, when will you?" Zixin shook her head and said, "I really don't understand you, it's impossible for me to be like you. Hehe, I don't have your ability either." She knew in her heart that, with her unremarkable looks, she didn't have the same choice as Xingfang. "Hehe~~ Someone's here to pick you up from get off work." Xingfang glanced at the entrance of the department store and said. A young man, holding flowers, walked up to Zixin and said, "Happy Birthday!" The young man was of medium height and build, dressed in the attire of a blue-collar worker. His face, slightly greasy, wore a sincere and friendly smile. Needless to say, he wasn't handsome, and his face bore some tan spots from long hours working outdoors. "Thank you! Zhijie, thank you!" Zixin ignored his strong smell of gasoline and hugged him. The young man, a little awkward and unsure of himself, slowly tightened his embrace. A clinking sound rang out as their glasses clinked. Although the glasses were beautifully designed, the wine inside was just a cheap red wine sold for 39.9 yuan a bottle at Wellcome Supermarket. The steak on the plate wasn't top-quality Matsusaka Wagyu beef imported from Japan, but rather Brazilian barbecue steak sold for 15 yuan a pack at Dachang Frozen Meat. The two were not in a high-end restaurant on the Peak or in Causeway Bay, but in Zhijie's residence in To Kwa Wan, an old wartime building, probably over fifty years old. The two, enjoying a candlelight dinner, were completely immersed in the romantic atmosphere. "Zixin, today is your birthday, but I don't have any extra money, so I can only cook a meal at home... I'm so sorry," Zhijie said apologetically. "Silly, what are you talking about? Do you think I'm a woman who eats well and dresses nicely? If I really became like that, I wouldn't be your Zixin." She forked a small piece of steak and brought it to Zhijie's lips. Zhijie stared at her, somewhat stunned. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling that Zixin's body was radiating a holy glow. They gazed at each other for a moment, then Zixin smiled slightly and said, "Actually, God has been very kind to me. I have a mother, an older sister and a younger brother, and a boyfriend who loves me so much. Compared to many people, I'm already very happy!" "Zixin…!" For some reason, a slight light flickered in Zhijie's eyes. "Why are you staring at me like that? I'm getting embarrassed," Zixin said, bowing her head slightly. Zhijie slowly straightened up and walked to her. "Miss, would you do me the honor of dancing?" the man said. "My pleasure!" the woman replied. Their favorite song began to play in the small living room. This song was their love song. Three years ago, on a midsummer night in Tsim Sha Tsui, their first encounter, their first conversation, was played in an HMV theater. "Remember? The song we heard when we first met was this one!" Zixin said, nestled in Zhijie's arms. Zhijie embraced her, and the two danced their beloved steps. He said, "How could I forget? It was pouring rain, and you were running into the HMV seeking shelter, and you, without thinking, bumped into me and knocked me down!" "Hmph! That was fate creating an opportunity for you. If I hadn't knocked you down, how would you have had an excuse to meet me? Hehe." Zhijie took a necklace from his pocket, a sterling silver chain with a heart-shaped pendant. "For you, happy birthday!" It was a heart-shaped musical pendant. Opening it revealed their photos and their "theme song," playing crisply. "I hope this song, which witnessed our meeting, can protect us, happily, forever," Zhijie said, gazing deeply at her. In the small living room, the song continued, its beautiful melody transforming into a fairy blessing, surrounding the two lost in their love. "The tower still remembers, this embrace was so beautiful, love weighs a thousand pounds, heavier than an endless railway."No matter how clumsy or rough your fingers are, you've mended my skin, something the previous one could never achieve. You awakened me; only through effort can one be loved. But looking back at you, you sacrificed yourself for my sake. I, the lucky one, close my eyes, seeing only your heavy figure. If this memory isn't love, even the heavens wouldn't be too pleased. Is it only by being beautiful forever that I'm worthy of a pinky promise, to be more than just grateful and respectful to you? To consider you a confidant would be hypocritical. Is it only by possessing more beauty that I'm worthy of sharing everything with you, giving me confidence, giving me status? This is happiness, unafraid of fading away. No matter how beautiful others are, none can compare to your preciousness. "?" At some point, this couple, deeply in love, embraced tightly. The man wasn't handsome, nor was the woman stunningly beautiful, but the two of them, entwined in bed, were so captivating. It was the joy of contentment. It was the enjoyment of life. It was selfless love. It was... a kind of beauty. Zhijie gently laid Zixin on the bed, tenderly combing her hair, then giving her a deep, passionate kiss. This kiss felt like it would last forever. They both knew that at this moment, something should happen. Zhijie saw himself reflected in Zixin's clear eyes and said, "I love you, Zixin." He slowly removed her top, her slender body trembling slightly. This was the first time in her twenty-four years that a man other than her father had seen her body. Her slightly bony upper body, her small breasts covered by a bra, but her nipples clearly protruded. Even through the bra, Zhijie could clearly feel her nipples standing erect like never before. He swallowed hard, staring intently at her chest, his mind racing with wild thoughts: what color were his girlfriend's nipples? What shape were they? "Hey!... how long are you going to stare at me like that?" Zixin smiled, as if urging him to hurry. "I... this... bra... can I take it off?" He was afraid of being too hasty and scaring the beauty. "Idiot! If I say no, you'll stop here and take me home, right?" Zixin said, half-jokingly, half-annoyed, lightly punching him with her right hand. "Oh... no!" Zhijie, as if examining the most precious treasure in the world, reached for the bra clasp. "Click," the clasp came undone, and both of them jolted simultaneously. "Ah!" Zixin covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, but couldn't help peeking at his reaction through her fingers. She saw him staring blankly at her small breasts, murmuring: So... so beautiful! Zixin's face turned as red as a ripe apple. She said, "You... you're just teasing me. Mine are so small..." "No! I, He Zhijie, swear, Kang Zixin's body is the most beautiful I've ever seen!" Zhijie said. Zixin chuckled and said, "So, you've seen a lot of women's bodies?" Zhijie stammered, "No...no! I was just giving an example..." Zixin suddenly hugged him tightly, pressing her rosy nipples against his chest, and said, "Hold me! Love me hard!" "Zixin! I will love you with my life! No matter what you become in the future, my heart will never change!" "You said it! Even if I'm old and ugly, or turn into a 'black and white swan,' you still have to love me!" Zixin's gaze moved down to his already erect crotch, and she said, "You...this...thing, shouldn't you let it out for a breath?" She slowly pulled down Zhijie's underwear; his restless penis was already eager to try, standing proudly. This was the first time Zixin had seen a man's penis so closely. She pinched and rubbed it with her hands, completely at a loss for what to do. In return, Zhijie ignored Zixin's token protest and stripped off her remaining clothes. Remembering a trick he'd learned from watching porn, he parted her legs and lightly touched her vulva with his tongue. Zixin cried out, as if electrocuted, feeling his tongue penetrating her secret place. She shook her head, saying, "No! There...it's dirty there!" "No! Zixin, you're beautiful from head to toe!" "You're talking nonsense, I...ah~~" She couldn't hold back and said, "Okay, if you do this to me, I'll..." Saying this, she knelt down beside him and, in a 69 position, took his penis into her mouth. The two of them explored each other's genitals clumsily. Because neither of them had experience, even their clumsy movements were enough to bring them immense stimulation. Zixin swallowed a few times, her glistening saliva shimmering on the shaft. Suddenly, the penis trembled violently. She cried out, "Hey! Wait...wait a minute!" Before she could react, waves of semen gushed from the tip, a small portion shooting into her mouth, while the majority landed on her face, nose, and eyes, leaving her face covered in a white, cloudy mess. A surge of emotion washed over her; she too had reached orgasm. A torrent of hot, gushing fluid erupted, splashing onto Zhijie's head and face. Looking at them, their faces were covered in each other's essence—truly a draw! Zixin narrowed her eyes, watching the penis slowly regain its vitality in her hand, and laughed, "Zhijie! Let's do a second round...hehe!"In return, Zhijie ignored Zixin's token protest and stripped off her remaining clothes in one go. Remembering a trick he'd learned from watching porn, he parted her legs and lightly teased her vulva with his tongue. Zixin cried out, as if electrocuted, feeling his tongue penetrating her secret place. She shook her head, saying, "No! There...it's dirty there!" "No! Zixin, you're beautiful from head to toe!" "You're talking nonsense, I...ah~~" She couldn't hold back and said, "Okay, if you do this to me, I'll..." Saying this, she knelt down beside him and, in a 69 position, took his penis into her mouth. The two of them explored each other's genitals clumsily. Because neither of them had experience, even their clumsy movements were enough to bring them immense stimulation. Zixin swallowed a few times, her glistening saliva shimmering on the shaft. Suddenly, the penis trembled violently. She cried out, "Hey! Wait...wait a minute!" Before she could react, waves of semen gushed from the tip, a small portion shooting into her mouth, while the majority landed on her face, nose, and eyes, leaving her face covered in a white, cloudy mess. A surge of emotion washed over her; she too had reached orgasm. A torrent of hot, gushing fluid erupted, splashing onto Zhijie's head and face. Looking at them, their faces were covered in each other's essence—truly a draw! Zixin narrowed her eyes, watching the penis slowly regain its vitality in her hand, and laughed, "Zhijie! Let's do a second round...hehe!"In return, Zhijie ignored Zixin's token protest and stripped off her remaining clothes in one go. Remembering a trick he'd learned from watching porn, he parted her legs and lightly teased her vulva with his tongue. Zixin cried out, as if electrocuted, feeling his tongue penetrating her secret place. She shook her head, saying, "No! There...it's dirty there!" "No! Zixin, you're beautiful from head to toe!" "You're talking nonsense, I...ah~~" She couldn't hold back and said, "Okay, if you do this to me, I'll..." Saying this, she knelt down beside him and, in a 69 position, took his penis into her mouth. The two of them explored each other's genitals clumsily. Because neither of them had experience, even their clumsy movements were enough to bring them immense stimulation. Zixin swallowed a few times, her glistening saliva shimmering on the shaft. Suddenly, the penis trembled violently. She cried out, "Hey! Wait...wait a minute!" Before she could react, waves of semen gushed from the tip, a small portion shooting into her mouth, while the majority landed on her face, nose, and eyes, leaving her face covered in a white, cloudy mess. A surge of emotion washed over her; she too had reached orgasm. A torrent of hot, gushing fluid erupted, splashing onto Zhijie's head and face. Looking at them, their faces were covered in each other's essence—truly a draw! Zixin narrowed her eyes, watching the penis slowly regain its vitality in her hand, and laughed, "Zhijie! Let's do a second round...hehe!"

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