Girlfriend Wang Rong

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The silvery moonlight enveloped the tranquil Yalong Bay, the deep blue sky dotted with countless stars, and the gentle waves lapped against the shore.

Sitting on the beach, facing the sea breeze, listening to the rhythmic lapping of the waves, Zeng Hao felt the hard shell he had built up in city life slowly peeling away… In the morning, drawing back the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zeng Hao was greeted by the clear, azure waters of Yalong Bay—a truly boundless expanse of blue sky and sea. Turning his head, Zeng Hao saw vast expanses of grassland, lush coconut groves, and rolling green hills; everything seemed so relaxed and free.

Lying on a deck chair on the balcony, facing the sea, he turned on his portable CD player and listened to Richard Clyde's light piano music, occasionally glancing up at the azure water, sometimes looking down at the children playing in the pool. Zeng Hao spent a leisurely afternoon like this.

Zeng Hao had never experienced such a quiet and cozy feeling before. He couldn't help but think, "With such a nice place, why bother with classes? Those students are such boring people."

After dinner, Zeng Hao decided to go swimming. Wearing only swimming trunks and a large white towel draped over his shoulders, he arrived at the emerald green pool. Under the lights, the shallow end was almost crystal clear. There weren't many swimmers at night, and the pool was very quiet. He put the towel on a lounge chair, looked up at the starry sky, put on his goggles, stretched a few times, and slowly sank into the water, feeling the refreshing lake water against his skin. He felt incredibly comfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Zeng Hao submerged and swam almost close to the bottom. Due to the magnification of the goggles, Zeng Hao suddenly noticed two beautiful, white, and shapely legs slowly moving in front of him to his left. He was immediately aroused.

Zeng Hao quickly swam towards the girl with the beautiful legs. As Zeng Hao approached the girl, he noticed she was wearing a light yellow swimsuit—a very sexy backless style that accentuated her beautiful curves. Judging from her swimming movements, she had probably only recently learned the breaststroke. Zeng Hao held his breath, trying to keep up with the girl's slow movements and admire her beautiful legs up close before his lungs ran out of oxygen. He could even clearly see the fine downy hairs on her legs.

Because he was so close, just as Zeng Hao was immersed in the thrill of voyeurism, the girl suddenly kicked him in the face.

He heard a scream from the girl and almost swallowed a mouthful of water. Zeng Hao hurriedly exhaled the air from his lungs and quickly paddled to the surface.

Because he had been holding his breath for so long, after catching his breath, Zeng Hao noticed that less than half a meter away, the beautiful girl in the light yellow swimsuit was staring at him with her beautiful eyes, a mixture of nervousness and curiosity in them.

Flowers bloom bright, moon dim, shrouded in a light mist; tonight, I'll go to my lover's side.

I remove my socks and step onto the fragrant steps, golden embroidered shoes in my hand.

I see him on the south side of the painted hall, trembling as I lean against him. It's so

hard for me to come out; let my lover cherish me as he pleases.

------Li Yu, "Bodhisattva's Charm" " Who are you?" the girl in the yellow swimsuit asked. Her voice was very pleasant. "You're so beautiful!" Zeng Hao looked at the girl, who looked to be in her early twenties, remembering how his nose had almost touched her bottom underwater. He suppressed a laugh and answered irrelevantly. "Really? Thank you. Were you in the water just now? I think I bumped into you?" Hearing Zeng Hao say she was beautiful, the girl was clearly pleased. "Bumped into you? You practically kicked me hard! Your 'Mandarin Duck Shadowless Kick' is truly amazing, silent and unpredictable, kicking me from underwater to the surface in one go, almost making a fool of this great expert! Humph!" Zeng Hao said, feigning displeasure, but his eyes were full of laughter. "Haha, sorry, you're really funny. What 'invisible kick'? I just learned to swim. If I offended you, it was purely unintentional." The girl splashed water with her hands, looking at Zeng Hao with a bright smile. "Alright, since you didn't mean to offend me, I, Old Zeng, will forgive you. By the way, my name is Zeng Hao, Zeng as in Zeng Guofan, Hao as in 'the emperor's grace is boundless.' It's a pleasure to meet you!" Zeng Hao looked around; no one was paying attention to his conversation with the girl. "Hello, my name is Wang Rong. It's a pleasure to meet you!" The girl clearly liked Zeng Hao. "Rong'er, where are you from? Why are you swimming here alone?" Zeng Hao quickly probed Wang Rong's background. "Hehe, you call me Rong'er, but I won't call you Brother Jing. I won't tell you where I'm from unless you can guess." Wang Rong kept him in suspense. "Well, hehe, that's easy for me." Zeng Hao actually had no clue at all; judging from her accent, Wang Rong spoke standard Mandarin. Looking at her, Zeng Hao suddenly felt that Wang Rong's mouth had a certain distinctive feature, a vague resemblance to a female colleague from Chengdu he had met during a business trip to Beijing. "You're from Chengdu! Aren't you?" After a brief moment of thought, Zeng Hao had a sudden inspiration and asked Wang Rong, enunciating each word clearly. Seeing the surprise in Wang Rong's eyes, Zeng Hao knew he had guessed correctly and felt secretly pleased. Chengdu girls' mouths do indeed have very distinctive features, difficult to describe in words, only to be felt. Zeng Hao had once again confirmed the correctness of his experience. "You're so amazing! Tell me, how did you guess? Please tell me, I want to know." Wang Rong's pretty face showed admiration. "Haha, well, how can I reveal such a secret?" Zeng Hao's lips curled into a faint smile, slowly whetting Wang Rong's appetite. "Ugh—you're so annoying!" Wang Rong had forgotten that she had only known Zeng Hao for less than five minutes and launched an attack, splashing water at him. ... Soon, Zeng Hao became quite familiar with the lovely Wang Rong. Wang Rong told him she was twenty-three years old, a graduate of an art academy, and worked as a graphic editor at a newspaper in Chengdu. She was on vacation with her sister and brother-in-law in Sanya. Her sister said she was tired, so she came swimming alone. ... "I need to go back to my room, it's getting late, okay?" Wang Rong glanced at her Casio watch, a little reluctant to leave. "Okay, get some rest tonight. You can only have a good time if you sleep well." Zeng Hao felt a pang of regret, but feigned concern. Watching Wang Rong stand by the pool, preparing to leave, Zeng Hao noticed that she was about the same height as Gu Siyu, around 1.65 meters. However, he hadn't noticed in the water how voluptuous Wang Rong's body was, especially her shapely hips as she walked in her swimsuit—truly alluring and captivating. "No wonder this girl said she once won the women's shot put championship at the art academy's sports meet; it seems it's true." Watching Wang Rong turn around and wave goodbye to Zeng Hao, staring at her voluptuous figure, Zeng Hao suppressed the naked desire aroused in his lower abdomen by Wang Rong, and reluctantly raised his hand to wave goodbye as well. Back in his room, Zeng Hao stood on the balcony, suddenly feeling unbearably lonely, no longer feeling the leisure and tranquility of the morning. He simply took off his swim trunks and walked naked into the bathroom, intending to take a hot shower before going to sleep. Turning on the hot water tap, the high-pressure shower water splashed onto Zeng Hao's naked head and body. For a moment, Zeng Hao felt inexhaustible; his little brother even stood erect at an unusually high angle, hot and firm. "Do I really have to find a prostitute to solve this problem tonight?" Zeng Hao smiled bitterly, looking at his already well-rested penis, remembering the sweet voice on the massage call he'd been rejected from last night. Just as Zeng Hao was considering whether to call a prostitute, the phone suddenly rang. "Hey, Sanya is just as weird as Xi'an, whatever you want can come to you." Zeng Hao thought it was another call for sex services.

"Hi! Is this Zeng Hao? This is Wang Rong." It was Wang Rong's voice on the phone.

"It's me, hello, still awake?" Zeng Hao was overjoyed as he picked up the phone, but remained calm on the surface. Zeng Hao felt that dealing with someone like Wang Rong required a certain maturity.

"I couldn't sleep, so I called you. I hope I'm not bothering you?" Wang Rong said, drawing out her words.

"Bothering you? Of course not! It's nice chatting with you! Hehe, I can't sleep either." Zeng Hao checked the time; it was already past eleven.

"The beach is very comfortable at night, have you been there?" Wang Rong asked.

"Really? No, I haven't been." Zeng Hao denied having been to the private beach at the Kai'ai Hotel. Based on his experience, Zeng Hao felt that there was definitely something going on between him and Wang Rong tonight.

"Want to go for a walk, now?" Wang Rong indeed extended an invitation.

"Sure, sure, with a beautiful woman by my side, the night will definitely be incredibly romantic." Zeng Hao flattered her gently on the phone; no girl disliked hearing that.

"Hehe, see you again by the pool in fifteen minutes, don't be late!" Wang Rong hung up the phone.

Zeng Hao quickly put on a thin Nike short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of shorts, humming a little tune, tucked a pack of premium cigarettes into his pocket, and played with a Zippo cigarette as he headed for the elevator. It

was already quiet downstairs, the dappled shadows of the trees appearing particularly hazy under the lights.

With light steps, Zeng Hao reached the now empty poolside in just two minutes. He put his left hand in his pocket, strolled slowly, took a drag of his cigarette, and looked up, suddenly realizing that the night sky under the stars was indeed beautiful.

Much more beautiful than when he returned to his room.

About twenty minutes passed, and Zeng Hao looked towards the hotel, but there was still no movement. He started to get anxious. He thought, "This girl, is she playing a trick on me?"

Just as Zeng Hao was filled with doubt, finally, Wang Rong's figure slowly appeared at the end of the path. Her elegant gait was graceful and charming.

Upon approaching, Zeng Hao noticed that Wang Rong had meticulously dressed up. She wore a milky-white hair clip, her short, glossy black hair reaching her ears. She wore a slightly tight-fitting black silk sleeveless top, highlighting the curves of her high, firm breasts. Below, she wore a long yellow skirt with pleats. She stood gracefully, a blush on her face, her bright eyes filled with shyness.

Faced with Wang Rong's elegant and refined demeanor, Zeng Hao was somewhat stunned, completely taken aback.

Looking at Wang Rong's pure and innocent gaze with extreme admiration, the usually eloquent Zeng Hao suddenly felt he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

Unless it's your gentleness, I won't pursue anything else.

Unless you come with me, there's nothing else waiting.

My nights are longer than my days. Don't leave me too soon.

The world is already too lonely; I don't want to live like this.

Let me love you enough, give you everything.

Let me love you enough, now and in the future

. My love will no longer be silent. Hearing your call,

my heart rises and falls like a dancing fire. I forgot what I once possessed, so I felt it was enough. Now I realize we've lost too much. Let me love you enough, give you everything. Let me love you enough, now and in the future. ------ Song "Let Me Love You Enough" Seeing Zeng Hao's embarrassment, Wang Rong spoke first, "Were you waiting anxiously? I'm a little late, but we agreed to meet." "No, I just arrived a little while ago too," Zeng Hao replied hastily, snapping out of his daze. "Look how beautiful the night is tonight!" Wang Rong said, hands behind her back, looking at the sky, her footsteps light and rhythmic. Her clear voice, besides being pleasant to the quiet night, also possessed an indescribable allure. “Yes, the night is beautiful, but only the two of us are quietly appreciating it. For the people living here, it’s commonplace.” Zeng Hao recalled the perpetually gray skies of Xi’an, where he could hardly recall ever seeing twinkling stars. “Your words are always full of philosophy. People are always picky about what they already have, easily overlooking or even never seeing its beauty.” Wang Rong turned her head to look at Zeng Hao’s flickering cigarette butt, lost in thought. “What we already have, overlooked, beautiful?” Zeng Hao murmured, and for some reason, his wife’s image suddenly appeared in his mind. Had he been neglecting her all these years? Was he constantly criticizing her? When had he ever cared about his wife’s clothes? Her diet? Her interests? He only knew how to act impulsively according to his own personality, almost never considering his wife’s feelings. At work, in front of others, Zeng Hao always unconsciously wore a mask, taking meticulous care of others at work, appearing humble and generous, which finally earned everyone’s affirmation and high praise. But why couldn't he continue to be magnanimous and tolerant at home? He could tolerate outsiders, so why couldn't he tolerate his own wife? Was this simply the inevitable outcome of life? Remembering the hurt look in his wife's eyes during past arguments, Zeng Hao's heart softened. Yes, although he and his wife had different personalities, he had almost never backed down in their arguments, only knowing how to demand and criticize according to his own views. A family requires sacrifice, but what had he sacrificed for his family? Women need care, but how had he cared for his wife? Zeng Hao felt a surge of intense guilt. He thought to himself that he needed to seriously reflect on himself after returning to Xi'an. "What are you thinking about? Why are you so silent?" As the two walked, Wang Rong's arm was almost touching Zeng Hao's. In the brief moment their skin touched, Zeng Hao looked up, put away his thoughts, and let out a long sigh. “I’m thinking about the taste of life. In real life, perhaps no one is without loneliness.” Gazing at the vast starry sky, Zeng Hao suddenly seemed to understand something, and continued, “In the process of pursuing money, power, beauty… people are completely unaware of the meaning of their own existence. How can they not feel pain and loneliness?” “Is the starry sky lonely? The eternal stars twinkle all over the sky, just existing and twinkling. Is it lonely?” “Only humans, with their fragile and short lives, lose themselves in the pursuit of external things, and that’s why they feel lonely.” Zeng Hao spoke fluently, pouring out his thoughts in one breath. “You’re a sentimental person!” Wang Rong’s eyes clearly held affection. “Silly girl, don’t look at me like that, something bad will happen!” On the quiet path leading to the beach, looking at Wang Rong’s affectionate gaze, Zeng Hao felt a surge of happiness, a peaceful happiness. He couldn’t help but take Wang Rong’s soft hand and said in a clearly teasing tone. “Is that so? Then let something bad happen.” Wang Rong said shyly and softly. Feeling Zeng Hao's fingers moving, Wang Rong could almost hear her own heartbeat. Watching Wang Rong's alluring posture, so readily available, and staring at her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing, Zeng Hao, who had just calmed down, began to feel a surge of passion. That hot fire gradually rose from his lower abdomen, surging through his veins in waves. " Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, lest you break a bare branch." What about tomorrow? How would he face the future? These thoughts lingered in Zeng Hao's mind for a moment before quickly flashing through his mind.

As their eyes met, Zeng Hao's gaze lost its pure, ethereal quality, now gleaming with intense desire. With a slight tightening of his left hand, Wang Rong let out a soft cry and nestled into his burning embrace.

In this moment, words were superfluous.

Holding Wang Rong's voluptuous body, Zeng Hao's right hand encircled her slender waist, while his left hand moved down to her alluringly swaying hips, his fingertips gently squeezing and savoring the delicate elasticity of her flesh. Wang Rong

's breathing quickened, she twisted her body, clinging tightly to Zeng Hao, her eyes closed, her head lifted, her rosy lips slightly parted, her intoxicating breath brushing against Zeng Hao's face.

Zeng Hao felt his penis, restrained within his shorts, seem ready to take flight.

Through the thin t-shirt, Zeng Hao felt the pressure of Wang Rong's full breasts against his chest; with a slight lowering of his head, their lips met.

For a moment, the world spun, everything around them vanished, leaving only the two of them passionately kissing under the night sky.

Zeng Hao's right hand, which had been slowly sucking on Wang Rong's wet, sweet tongue, slipped under her waist, tracing her smooth back before moving to her front, pushing up her bra and covering her high, soft breasts.

With Zeng Hao's continued movements, Wang Rong's nipples hardened, a shiver running through her body like an electric current.

"No, ah—no, not here…" Wang Rong murmured, her body weak.

Hearing Wang Rong's voice, Zeng Hao suppressed his burning desire, straightened Wang Rong's clothes, and said,

"Let's go back to the room." He then pulled the now limp Wang Rong towards their guest room.

Entering the lobby, ignoring the hotel staff's suggestive gazes, they stood in the ascending elevator, Zeng Hao holding Wang Rong's waist, feeling the elevator was moving incredibly slowly.

The elevator stopped. Ignoring the hotel's security camera directly opposite the elevator door, Zeng Hao practically half-lifted the panting Wang Rong and quickly entered the room, slamming the door shut with his heel.

Leaning against the door, their lips met again as Zeng Hao frantically tore at Wang Rong's clothes, somehow managing to rip off her already wrinkled top, her long skirt quickly falling onto the carpet. Unhooking Wang Rong's cumbersome plain-colored bra, Zeng Hao bent slightly, his left hand caressing Wang Rong's bare, full buttocks, his right hand slipping under her left armpit, encircling her smooth back, and taking her proudly erect, rosy nipple into his mouth.

Under Zeng Hao's sucking, Wang Rong moaned, her right leg lifting, her upper body involuntarily straightening and arching backward.

Due to the intense stimulation, like Zeng Hao, Wang Rong's consciousness became frantic and blurred.

Lifting Wang Rong and placing her on the bed, looking at her sprawling body, Zeng Hao took off his t-shirt and shorts, the t-shirt hanging painfully from his ears.

With his already intensely aroused erection, Zeng Hao pulled off Wang Rong's last piece of clothing—a pair of small black panties—and tossed them behind him.

Wang Rong lay on the bed, head tilted to the side, legs curled up, eyes closed. Her hair clip was gone, strands of her bangs fell across her forehead, her face flushed, teeth slightly biting her lip. Her naked, soft, white skin rose and fell with her rapid breathing, revealing a thick patch of pubic hair below her cute navel, glistening with moisture.

In that instant, the air was filled with the scent of lust.

Standing by the bed, he parted Wang Rong's legs, and a wet, overflowing expanse entered Zeng Hao's lustful gaze.

Holding Wang Rong's raised left leg, Zeng Hao leaned forward, his back arched, and placed his erect, throbbing member, pulsating with the rush of blood, at the entrance of her slippery, warm, moist opening, gently swaying it from side to side.

"Ah—um—" The intense stimulation from the friction of the probing little brother made Wang Rong unable to bear it any longer, and she cried out loudly.

Looking at the stimulating and decadent scene before him, Zeng Hao straightened his back and slowly entered Wang Rong's body.

Wang Rong's vagina was tight and hot.

He entered, went deeper, and twisted up and down and side to side.

The mattress shook, in sync with the swaying of Wang Rong's naked body.

He heard Wang Rong's excited moans in his ears. With each insertion and withdrawal of Zeng Hao, the large amount of sticky white fluid secreted from Wang Rong's body increased, hanging on her dark red labia and slowly flowing down.

The sheet under Wang Rong's buttocks had darkened considerably.

Zeng Hao pinched Wang Rong's breasts, his waist rhythmically thrusting back and forth, feeling the heat and wetness deep inside Wang Rong's vagina, and the squeezing of the layers of folds around it.

Finally

, in peak condition, after a long and intense thrusting, Zeng Hao's penis gradually lost control due to the intense tingling sensation. With the contraction of his muscles and nerves, several thick streams of semen shot into the depths of Wang Rong's uterus in batches over several seconds.

"Ah—" Feeling Zeng Hao's obvious rhythm and the heat of his ejaculation, Wang Rong couldn't help but cry out loudly again in stimulation.

Withdrawing his limp penis, Zeng Hao remained standing by the bed. His legs gave way, and he lay down on top of Wang Rong, burying his face in her soft belly, his chin feeling the softness of her pubic hair.

The room returned to silence, except for the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats.

"Don't tell me what eternity is, I will perish in my most brilliant moment..." In Zeng Hao's almost numb mind, someone's song swept through.

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