【My Silver Libra with My Girlfriend】(04) Author: Drinking with Books

Author: Drinking with Books
Word Count: 10128

(IV)

Lu Xiaobu, the master of seduction, once said, "Talk to boys about cheating and school beauties, and talk to girls about
love rivals and gossip."

This shows that these four factors play a significant role in campus life. After a month of military training, Yoona was
naturally crowned the department beauty and college beauty by the boys in private. As for the school beauty, it cannot
be judged . One must have a certain status in the students' hearts. Only senior girls in their third or fourth year are
qualified to be called school beauties. Otherwise, Yoona would have taken all three crowns. With the appearance of a beautiful woman, a
large number of suitors would naturally come. Rejecting all kinds of confessions became Yoona's daily routine.
I am not worried about this at all. Back in the first year of high school, there were so many competitors. I worked hard for a year to succeed. Moreover, my
relationship with Yoona has been tested and there is no possibility that
it will be shaken . After classes officially started, I would
text asking her to reserve two seats so I could accompany her to class, ostensibly to "defend my sovereignty."

A week later, the results were remarkable. No more students in her department tried to chat her up with malicious intent. Occasionally, someone from another department
would try to get her phone number, and Yoona would point to me, implying she needed to ask my boyfriend first, before slinking
away. Even more amusingly, some clueless third-year student actually came up to me wanting to get to know me. If it weren't for
his constant glances at Yoona, I would have thought he was gay.

I pretended to be clueless and said, "Hello, senior! It's an honor to be your friend!"

The guy with the watery brain seemed pleased and pushed up his glasses, saying in a bureaucratic tone, "You're too kind, junior. My surname is Zhang, and I'm the vice minister of
the Discipline . If you have any problems in the future, feel free to come to me. May I
ask your name?"

I grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. "Hehe, senior, my surname is Ge, and my name is Wu En." "

You..." Vice Minister Zhang, who was always flattered by juniors, couldn't believe that I would be so
disrespectful him. However, due to his position, he couldn't get angry with me and could only turn and leave. But what happened next was something I didn't
expect.

One day, before class ended, I texted Yun'er to save two seats for me, saying I would come over. When class ended, the counselor
came to talk to me about something, so when I ran to the teaching building of Yun'er's college, the bell had already rung.
I knocked on the door of Yoona's classroom. A female professor in her fifties,
known for her strict classroom discipline, was lecturing. Perhaps in a good mood, and seeing me panting, she
didn't give me a hard time.

"Find a seat quickly, this is a one-time exception," she said, continuing her lecture.

My eyes quickly searched for Yoona, but! There wasn't an empty seat next to her! And sitting to
her right was none other than that Vice Minister Zhang! The teacher was lecturing; I couldn't ask that brain-dead Vice
Minister Zhang to get up. I could only walk to the back of the classroom and find an empty seat. I took out my phone and typed a text message asking Yoona
what was going on, but two minutes passed without a reply. Then I remembered that because this teacher
didn't allow students to keep their phones on during class, Yoona always put her phone on airplane
mode when the teacher started lecturing. Sigh, I'll have to ask after class. My eyes were fixed on Yoona and Vice Minister Zhang next to her. Suddenly,
I noticed something was wrong. Yoona's body swayed slightly, as if she was slowly
moving to her left, away from Vice Minister Zhang. But there was a wall there, so Yoona could only lean slightly to the left before finally stopping
. I looked closer and saw that Yoona's ears were even a little red! The classroom wasn't tiered, so I
could only see Yoona's shoulders lower slightly, but Vice Minister Zhang was definitely
doing something out of sight!

I stood up, pointed at Vice Minister Zhang, and shouted angrily, "Hey! You brat, what are you doing..."

"Bang!" A loud noise interrupted me. It was the teacher slamming a thick textbook onto the desk, the voice coming through
the microphone from the classroom speakers.

"What do you think you're doing! Being late for class and disrupting the order, do you even respect me?! Get
out !"

At that moment, everyone's eyes in the room were on me.

“He…” I saw Yoona’s aggrieved expression, but she shook her head at me. I calmed myself down. Yes,
what could I say? I had no evidence that that bastard had done anything, and
saying in front of all the classmates that my girlfriend had been harassed would be incredibly embarrassing for Yoona.

“What are you standing there for! I told you to get out!” the teacher shouted at me again from the front.

I looked at Yoona, and she nodded, indicating that she could handle it herself. Helpless, I could only leave
the classroom, glaring fiercely at the vice minister Zhang as I went. He lowered his head guiltily, avoiding my gaze.

Once outside the classroom, I composed myself, took out my phone to check the time. There were still 25 minutes until the end of class
. I couldn’t just wait like this. There was a small ventilation window about two meters up on the classroom wall. There was no one in the corridor during class time. I stood on the windowsill and looked through that small window, just enough to see Yoona’s seat
from above .
Yoona was wearing denim overalls with a light yellow t-shirt underneath. From the side,
the straps were stretched taut by her ample breasts, outlining a gorgeous curve. Her long, ivory-white legs were bare
of stockings . Vice Minister Zhang was looking down at his book, then glanced at the "Extinction Master" on the podium, seemingly pondering
the teacher's lecture. But his hand slowly moved, gently placing four fingertips
on Yoona's thigh and tracing them. Yoona resisted, turning away but not daring to move too much. Her
left side was pressed against the wall, her exquisitely beautiful profile flushed crimson, her body tense.
Vice Minister Zhang slowly covered Yoona's thigh with his entire hand. At this moment, I trembled with rage
, my breathing becoming rapid. Watching Vice Minister Zhang secretly caress Yoona's beautiful legs under the table,
the warmth and smoothness he felt was a sensation unique to me! He had indeed
harassed and assaulted Yoona, so why didn't Yoona fight back?! She only made a token, futile attempt to dodge!

At that moment, Yoona reached down to try and remove that groping hand, but Vice Minister Zhang gestured with his eyes towards
a notebook on the table. Yoona reluctantly withdrew her hand. I couldn't see the contents of the notebook, but I clearly...
Yes, Yoona was definitely being coerced by that guy, but what leverage did he have over her?
I really couldn't figure it out.

Vice Minister Zhang's hand lingered on Yoona's thigh, slowly savoring the sensation. Just that touch was enough
to arouse him, let alone the legs of such a beautiful woman! Yoona looked somewhat nervous. The teacher's
lecture ended, and the students began whispering among themselves, their eyes no longer focused on
the podium . Afraid of being discovered, Yoona slowly bent down, leaning against the desk to conceal
the harassment happening under it. However, while this concealed her from the students' view, it also provided
cover for the man taking advantage of her, emboldening him. From my angle, I couldn't see what was happening under the desk, but I could see
his hand growing longer and longer; he had definitely touched the inside of Yoona's thigh! Yoona could only rest
her arms the desk, her forehead on her arms, pretending to nap, hoping her classmates wouldn't notice her unusual behavior.

At that moment, besides anger, I also felt a slight tension, as if a small hand was gently and
slowly caressing my heart, and gradually I even felt an erection. Then, Yoona's body visibly
trembled. Even through her pants, had he already touched between Yoona's legs?! Touched that place I
had never even touched before, that most private part of a girl's body. In a daze, I even had a fleeting thought of letting him continue touching
me, though it was brief, I remember it clearly. At that time ,
anger dominated my mind. I finally couldn't hold back anymore, rushed into the classroom, completely ignoring the "Extinction Master's" furious roar from the stage, grabbed
that kid surnamed Zhang by the collar, punched him to the ground, and kicked him repeatedly in the stomach. I don't
usually curse while hitting people; I concentrated all the energy I used to curse into my punches and kicks. The students, initially stunned
, quickly pulled me away. Vice Minister Zhang hastily got up and fled. I hugged Yoon-ah, spat in
the direction , then turned to the teacher, bowed, and said, "I'm sorry."

Just then, the bell rang, and Yoon-ah and I sat down on a bench in the woods. The fresh
air outside gradually calmed me down. I held the tearful Yoon-ah in my arms. I didn't kiss her to explain
what happened, but gently stroked her head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you."

Although my desire to know the truth was at its peak, comforting Yoon-ah was still my
top priority. Yoon-ah calmed down and slowly spoke to me.

"I had saved you a seat, but you were so slow. He just sat down, and when
I told him it was taken, he said he'd leave after a while. Then he said, 'You might not be familiar with
our and started explaining them to me. I saw the teacher had already come in, but he
showed no sign of leaving. I wanted to move to an empty seat in the back, but he blocked my way and wouldn't let me leave. After a few shoves,
the teacher started lecturing, so I had no choice but to sit down. The teacher hadn't been lecturing for long when he started touching me inappropriately. Just as I was about to
speak up, he wrote in his notebook, 'The school rules I just mentioned are all ambiguous. If I want,
I have the right to subjectively define what's acceptable and unacceptable. If I report you and your boyfriend as
unacceptable , it will affect your graduation!' I was a little flustered by him, so... so
I didn't think too much... I could only let him..."

After hearing Yoona's account of the whole incident, it was pretty much what I expected. My silly wife, let's not even discuss
whether a mere vice minister truly has that power. In this society, there's a light side and a dark side, and
many ordinary people can't resist. But at least on this school ground, there's still some truth to things
!

I gently cupped Yoon-ah's face, softly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's my
fault for being late. Otherwise, none of this would have happened. Don't be afraid of that Vice Minister Zhang. He has a minister above him, and a chairman
above . If he dares to cause trouble behind my back, I'll go find someone with more power to seek justice. Don't worry,
he won't bother me again." I didn't tell Yoon-ah that the vice minister was nothing; I didn't want
her to know that the reason she was coerced was a fabricated lie.

After I comforted Yoon-ah, she looked tired, kissed me softly, and then leaned
on my shoulder, closing her eyes.

Afterwards, I accurately predicted that the vice minister's psychology; he was beaten up by a freshman. If
word got out in their circle, he would never be able to compete with his peers again. Later, when "Master Extinction" inquired, it turned out that
neither of the two students were from the same department, and none of her instructors had intervened. And that was the end of it.

University

life is extremely impactful for young men and women just stepping out of the ivory tower built by their parents.
Unless you're a slovenly gamer holed up in your dorm or a bookworm whose life revolves solely between the classroom, dorm, library, and study room,
anyone who actively engages with diverse classmates from all over the country will experience
a dramatic chemical reaction in their brain, as if exposed to a triggering medium. Depending on the individual's experiences, many thoughts
subconsciously disintegrate and reassemble into new ideas. Or perhaps someone's original thoughts are stable enough that external influences can only supplement
and refine their existing thought framework without causing significant change.

Having been educated by my parents using traditional Chinese culture, constantly reminding me of the importance of understanding one's own mind and nature, I became the latter, but Yoona wasn't.
Her mind was like an empty, dust-free, transparent test tube. Yoona was so innocent; everything
in the outside world could potentially influence her. And what would result from such a chemical reaction was
unpredictable; the products of a chemical reaction are generally stable, and difficult to change later.
I had considered this issue before she even entered university. My original plan was to protect Yoona's rare
innocence in today's society. She didn't need to understand any unspoken rules, the law of the jungle, or
any deceit. Because I was there, I would protect her throughout her life. But my
thinking was naive, wrong, and selfish. Realistically, I couldn't keep Yoona
by my side all the time, and the first thing Yoona learned in university was…

“Honey, my roommate said that couples shouldn't be together all the time. Boys and girls should have their own
circles of friends and social activities. Being inseparable will create a lack of distance, and the relationship won't last.”

"That makes sense. So, do you think we should keep some distance?" This is a fairly
objective observation. Rather than offering any deeper insights, I'd rather hear what Yoona herself thinks.

"I really think we should. My roommate even said, 'Look, the total number of Chinese characters is finite,
right? So the number of words that can be formed by combining all the characters is also finite! So if we're together all the time
, we'll eventually run out of things to say, and one day we'll run out of things to say.'" Yoona
earnestly told me this ridiculous logic that made me want to roll my eyes.

There's a type of inspirational quote like this: it starts by posing two objective questions to make you
agree, then ends with a nonsensical conclusion. But because of ingrained thinking, the reader might think,
"Hmm, that conclusion makes a lot of sense."

I then asked, "So, how does my Yoona plan to maintain this distance with her husband?"

Yoona seemed to have already planned it out. "Then we won't have to do everything together all the time.
The club recruitment showcase is the day after tomorrow, so we'll each join different clubs and make our own circles of friends, how about that?"

How could I agree to that? She'd only been in the dorm for a few days and was already being influenced by her roommates to maintain some distance from me
. If I completely let her run wild, who knows what might happen?

I gently held Yoona's right hand in both of mine, slowly stroking it, feeling its soft, boneless texture, and said softly.
"Yoona, look, although our classes aren't very demanding, most of the time it's either you don't have class
and I do, or vice versa. Even though we're together whenever we're not in class, the actual
free time we have isn't much. If we each join different clubs, and then subtract the time spent on club
activities , then you do the math—how much time will we have left for just the two of us?"

Yoona pulled her right hand out of my palm, fiddling with her fingers as if carefully calculating time
. Seeing her adorable thoughtful expression, my thoughts changed. No one has the right to interfere with another's
thinking , much less deprive them of the right to explore. Excessive protection is an extremely selfish and
disrespectful act. Besides, the incident with Vice Minister Zhang last time proved that I can't always
protect her immediately. So, I decided not to be a stopper sealing the test tube, but a filter paper at the opening
, filtering out all her pessimism, mercenary thoughts, and biases. That's what a truly good boyfriend should do—
not caring whether the girl knows it or not.

Yoona seemed to have calculated the result, her lips slightly pursed. It seemed she realized that if they maintained distance,
the time they could spend together would be limited, and she was a little reluctant. Finally, they decided to find a club they were both interested in,
but to separate when it came to making friends.

At the recruitment showcase, upperclassmen from various clubs displayed their hobbies and talents: challenging
roller skating , fluid martial arts, dazzling magic tricks, and the most popular performance—guitar playing and singing.
Yoona, who loves anime, immediately decided on the cosplay club after their performance! Seeing that the props and costumes weren't of
very , but the amateur cosplayers were incredibly dedicated, I was delighted; it seemed I could return to my old ways.

During the interviews, most of the club members were middle school girls. Seeing a beauty like Yoona, some
girls looked at her with a sense of dread, but most were filled with admiration and envy. With her impeccable appearance
, Yoona easily passed the test after answering a few questions about her understanding of characters from classic anime. When it was
my turn, I showed them some of my work and offered to make props for their club.
The club leader rushed over, grabbed my hand, and said in a long-awaited tone, "Finally, we've been waiting for you..."
He then gave me a small, private studio. In the days that followed, while making
props also started a small live stream on an online platform, broadcasting the prop-making process and sometimes showing
my viewers the club's rehearsals. Views weren't high, but it was just for fun. After a semester, Yoona
demonstrated her amazing adaptability and learning ability; her thoughts and skills matured rapidly. Of course, my guidance and corrections
played a significant role . However, as time went on, my own thoughts seemed to subtly change.

If I have children in the future,
the first toy I'll buy them after they can run and jump will definitely be a kite. If you hold a kite too tightly, the string will break; if you hold it too loosely, it will drift freely
in the wind and eventually fly away. Everything in the world, if you think about it carefully, has a balance that needs to
be maintained. I haven't grasped this balance with Yoona, or rather, I never even
considered .

Life is richer than before, and there are more potential conflicts. But I've
always . My long-term indulgence of her has led to her sometimes expressing dissatisfaction with me due to her little temper
. Indeed, that's how we got through high school. Since we wanted to start this relationship, we had to put ourselves in an unfair
, very low position. Now, if I try to elevate my position slightly, for example, by saying, "I also have the right to be
slightly dissatisfied, the right to say some harsh words," Yoona won't accept it.
When these thoughts crossed my mind, my heart had already begun to change slightly. Until that incident
happened, it changed the trajectory of my life and also changed our relationship.

That day, I was chatting with viewers in my livestream when a middle-aged man in a suit brought a
boy of about sixteen or seventeen, dressed in hip-hop style, to visit my studio. The boy went straight to the twelve
Gold Cloths displayed on the wall, admiring each one closely, repeatedly exclaiming, "Sukoi... Sukoi."

Was he Japanese? The middle-aged man approached, politely bowed, shook my hand, and, in
strangely accented Chinese, expressed his young master's great interest in my work, asking if I could sell it. I had
made those pieces in my spare time during the past year and a half of university; my craftsmanship was superb,
striving for perfection in every detail. This was the first time someone had wanted to buy my work, so I asked him with interest what
price he was willing to pay.

The middle-aged man turned to his young master and said something in Japanese that I couldn't understand. The hip-hop boy, his gaze still
fixed on the Gold Cloths, immediately made a "two" gesture. At first, I didn't guess how many
zeros were behind that "two," because I didn't know the exchange rate of the Japanese yen. The price quoted by the middle-aged man was a devastating blow to my brain
.

"Our young master is willing to buy this set of works for 20 million yen."

My live stream was still running, and the chat exploded. "Holy crap, 20 million! That's a lot of Chinese
currency! ...Over a million! Streamer, sell it to him! Why not take advantage of such a huge sum? Let them sell their junk cars for so much!
...Oh my god, what have I been doing all this time! I want to study art too! ...Ahem, some streamer
makes millions a day doing handicrafts."

The news spread like wildfire, and viewers watching other live streams flocked to my stream to see
what had sold for 20 million. In an instant, my live stream's popularity soared to number one on the platform.

I agreed to the deal without hesitation. Yoona didn't believe it at first, but after I showed
her my bank information on my phone, she finally believed me and told me to keep the money safe and not to squander it, stopping me from
buying her this and that. I felt a little elated after receiving such a windfall, because my work had received the most
tangible affirmation. But what surprised me even more was what followed. I was amazed at how fast news spread online; the next day, every
portal's headline was: "A certain streamer earns millions a month from live-streaming handicrafts!"

Clicking the title led to a short video showing a middle-aged man stating the price before and after, and
my face was clearly visible in the video. I cheekily remarked, "Ah! I'll have to be more conscious of my image from now on."

Yoona rolled her eyes, "Shameless, this little thing of yours won't last three days."

The third day, the headline changed, but it was still about me! "Something that costs two thousand sold for twenty million!"

I despised this kind of behavior that used two currencies in one sentence without specifying them.
In , the cost would be nearly forty thousand, okay? However, the stark contrast also showed that my hands were
like the legendary Midas touch, very pleasing to people.

The article's author interviewed the hip-hop youth. The youth expressed his love for Saint Seiya, saying he had never
seen such high-quality Saint Cloths, summarizing it in one sentence: "Worth the purchase." Below was a set of
details . It must be mentioned that photographers are also incredibly talented, possessing a Midas touch, capable of transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary, and adding the
finishing touches to the extraordinary . With the right photography skills, lighting, and post-production Photoshop work, those armor pieces and
individual components seem to be made of real gold, shimmering with a radiant glow.

In fact, many unassuming people around us may possess unexpected talents, but
due to a lack of opportunity and the harsh realities of life, these talents remain buried in their minds. And I was lucky; my opportunity
arrived! My inbox was flooded with invitations from numerous companies, large and small. One email in particular made me lose track of
time and fall into deep thought.

It was an invitation from M University… Although I was capable of getting into M University in high school, this
was vastly different from a university extending an invitation to you. One acknowledges your
qualifications to study in their prestigious institution, while the latter appreciates and recognizes your talent. I stared at the brand-new, unopened
accounting textbook on the table for a long time. I should… talk to Yoona…

—————————————— That night, Yoona and I wandered aimlessly through the campus, each lost
in our own thoughts.

“I… am transferring to M University.” Yoona had accompanied me during the day while I was handling the paperwork, but I
hadn’t formally told her. Yoona had only watched me go in and out of the office without asking.

“Okay… isn’t that your dream school…” Yoona forced a smile.

At this moment, I decided to ask her what she thought. If she was hesitant, I didn’t want her to make this decision;
if she already had an idea, I was afraid it would be a decision I couldn’t accept.

“Then we can video chat every day, and I’ll come back every weekend, or you can come to M University to see me.”
M University is located in City A, and S University is located in a two-hour flight, so we won’t have any
financial . “You’ve made up your mind again, without even asking what I think.” Yoona’s voice became
somewhat cold.

I couldn’t remember when this seed was planted, but a sudden displeasure rose in my heart. Your thoughts?
Is it breaking up? Why are you so averse to long-distance relationships?
When you lose your temper with me in front of so many people, do you ever think about how I feel? Although that's what I think in my heart, I know I can't live without Yoona.
Then I said something fatal, something I'll regret for years.

"Yoona, why don't you take a leave of absence here and come to City A with me? You can get your diploma here.
We can rent a place there first, and you can go to class with me or do whatever you want.
Look, I've already earned a million, you won't have to do anything, I'll support you."

After hearing my words, Yoona covered her face with her hands, her nose stuffy. "Do you really think that way?"

I was incredibly naive to think Yoona was moved. “Yes! From now on, I’ll go out and earn money,
and you’ll stay home and give birth to my children…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence because I sensed something I’d never seen before in Yoona’s eyes
. “Hu Yi, I never expected you to say something like this. Do you want me to be a housewife or
just a pretty face? Have you ever thought about whether I have dreams too? I never thought you were such a chauvinist.”

“Let’s not discuss whether I have chauvinism or not. I just want us to be together. Whatever your dreams are, I
’ll help you achieve them. Wouldn’t it be better if we did it together?” After saying that, I realized my voice was a bit loud
; I was almost shouting at Yoona.

Yoona looked at me with despair. "You yelled at me, Hu Yi, you've gotten too big for your britches. I felt
disrespected by you."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I won't go to M University anymore. Let's pretend nothing happened."

Tears welled up in Yoona's beautiful chin. With a poignant smile, she said to me, "Even if I'm
heartbroken to death, I will never be a stumbling block for you. Let's break up."

Yoona took off the silver Libra necklace from her neck and threw it forcefully into the nearby bushes. She turned and ran towards the dormitory
without looking back.

"Yoona! Yoona!" I chased after her for a couple of steps before turning back. That silver Libra necklace was our token
of love !

I used my phone's flashlight to search through the bushes, finally finding that silver piece.
I grabbed the necklace and ran towards Yoona's dormitory building, but I had already spent a lot of time there. The girls' dormitory lights were already
off. The dormitory supervisor grabbed me with her strong hand as I rushed into the building, telling me firmly that the whole building...
The lights were already off, and they wouldn't let me in no matter what. I dialed Yoona's phone, but as expected, it was
switched off. Frustrated, I stood downstairs and shouted her name loudly from her dorm window. The window opened
, but it wasn't Yoona who poked her head out; it was Li Tong, the eldest of their dorm members.

"Stop yelling, wait for me at the door."

A moment later, Li Tong came downstairs wearing a coat.

"Big sister, please let Yoona come downstairs, okay? There's a misunderstanding between us."

"Yoona broke up with you, didn't she?"

"Yes! But she acted impulsively. We have a misunderstanding. Please persuade her to come out; I'll talk to her."

"We've never seen Yoona so heartbroken. Yoona is the kindest girl I've ever met. If she broke up with you , it's definitely not a simple misunderstanding. Calm down and think about it. Can you clear up
this misunderstanding now ?" The eldest sister's words calmed me down. Yes, I am indeed a chauvinist. I've always kept Yoon-ah by my side, only knowing how to treat her well in daily life, but never considering whether she had developed her own mature thoughts. Moreover, on the other hand, my unconditional tolerance for Yoon-ah has also become lax. When she's being unreasonable with me, I'm already feeling rebellious. From the very beginning, I shouldn't have been so blinded by love and unable to distinguish right from wrong, which has led to both of us getting hurt. My older sister continued, looking at my silence, "We've all seen how good you are to Yoon-ah. Yoon-ah has told us that you've never been angry with her, never said anything harsh to her, never yelled at her, never even criticized her. We're quite envious, but not really envious. That's fairytale love, unrealistic." At this moment, the phone in my older sister's hand rang, a text message arrived. The older sister looked at me and said, "Yoona, you should leave . She said you gave up your dreams for her, and she's always felt guilty. Now she can't accept being a stumbling block for you again." "Sister, I really, really love Yoona." I gave up the chance to explain the misunderstanding because Li Tong 's words pinpointed the fundamental problem between Yoona and me: unrealistic love. "Yoona loves you too. She's thinking about helping you achieve your dreams. You should think about whether you're being selfish. Two loving hearts, when they come together, don't necessarily only experience happiness and beauty; there will be thorns beneath the roses. Separate for now and think carefully about whether you're truly suited to be together." I clutched my head with both hands and said calmly to the older sister, "Thank you. I'll think about it carefully. Please take good care of Yoona." Li Tong tightened her coat, turned, and walked away, leaving behind a comment: "Tch, Yoona is also our sister . Do you need to say you'll take good care of her? What a chauvinist… Don't worry…" Isn't that a perfectly normal thing to say? Women's thoughts are so hard to understand! I carefully put the silver scales in my breast pocket and left the dormitory building. The next morning, I boarded a plane to City A. ————————————————————————— In a hotel in City H, I leaned against , looking up at the ceiling. The ashtray on the bedside table was overflowing with cigarette butts. "And so, I came to M University. A few days later, I called Yun'er and changed my phone number. I went back to S University to find her, and waited for her for a long time downstairs in their dormitory. When she came out of the building, she acted as if I were invisible , not even glancing at me. I went up and grabbed her arm, and the look in her eyes when she turned around still makes my heart ache. There were only two words in her eyes: 'stranger.' I was prepared for her to hit me and scold me, but I never expected that the most heartbreaking thing was that she had no feelings for me anymore... When I went back to my hometown for vacation, I didn't dare to go out, afraid of seeing her. Those indifferent eyes became a nightmare in my heart... During the year and a half I spent at M University, I never stopped missing her. I decided to try to win , but... she... seems to have a new boyfriend... That's my story." After telling a long story, Yu Wanchun, lying next to me, had actually fallen asleep. Her sleeping posture was strange; her arms were crossed over her chest, her head lowered, curled up like a hedgehog. A woman like that must have been hurt inside, very insecure, right? I pulled the blanket up a little higher for her and whispered, "You're really not a good listener." Then I turned off the light, lay down, and closed my eyes. As soon as the light went out, in the darkness, Yu Wanchun opened her eyes, her eyes filled with tenderness. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, Yu Wanchun was already awake. Recalling the passion of the previous night and her subsequent outpouring, I felt incredibly refreshed. "Awake?" "Yes." "Take me home." "Huh? Home?" " Your husband's home, of course! Take me to meet your parents!" "Why meet my parents?" "To discuss marriage!" "You crazy woman! By the way, we didn't use contraception last night." "I've had two abortions; I don't even know if I still have that function. But just to be safe, I should take the pill." "Why don't you take care of yourself!" I was a little angry. "It's all because of you virgins! You all want me to ejaculate inside you the first time!" Senior Yu is really... considerate... But I don't want to say much, because after all, our relationship has only evolved from mutual help to a casual sex relationship. However, Yu Wanchun always bluntly said that she wanted to talk about marriage with me and have my baby. Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to take it seriously, but I would still subtly remind her and myself not to get emotionally involved. And so we spent four months of shameless life together, until it was time for me to graduate and leave school . I have a pretty good guess that if I didn't take the initiative to end it, Yu Wanchun might have continued like this with me. Neither of us could be said to have lost out to the other, but I thought that since I'm a guy, I would take her to a resort island in a neighboring country, as a final date and a kind of compensation. After parting amicably, I left the beautiful island alone and boarded a plane back home.

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