I picked up a young woman's phone.

Looking back now, finding that phone felt like a stroke of fate.

It happened last summer. I had been out of college for a year then, living a life of neither love nor savings. To say I had no savings, I actually had a little over a thousand yuan in my account. To say I had no love, I was actually flirting with a girl on QQ. But seriously, that girl was really demanding; every night she wanted me to voice chat with her, tell her stories to lull her to sleep, and often we'd talk until late into the night. She'd fall asleep, but I'd miss my shift, and I'd be up almost all night. As a result, I was always listless at work, and the bored men and women in the company would tease me constantly, often asking me with suggestive looks what I'd been doing the night before.

What made it even more frustrating was that the company had just landed a big project around that time. I'd originally planned to flirt with girls at night and slack off at work during the day. But with this project, I was working like a bastard from the moment I got to work; how could I possibly slack off? Out of desperation, I made sure to sleep during my commute every day.

I remember it was a Tuesday, and it was already around 8 PM when I got off work. The night before, that girl had kept me up for most of the night, and I'd worked over ten hours that day, so as soon as I left the office, all I wanted to do was sleep. When I got on the bus, I was surprised to find there were still seats available—it felt like winning the lottery! I grabbed one and sat down. The moment my butt hit the seat, my eyelids started drooping. After the bus started moving, it barely swayed before I fell asleep.

When I woke up, the bus had just passed my stop. I was furious and yelled at the driver to stop, but he wouldn't listen. I had no choice but to wait until the next stop. Before getting off, I secretly gave the driver the middle finger and started walking back. It

was almost 9 PM when I got off, and it was already completely dark. As I walked, I told myself I couldn't spend any more time chatting with that girl that night. If this keeps up, I won't even get my girlfriend, and I'll lose all my savings. Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed a small bag on the ground ahead, dark and hard to see in the darkness.

My first thought was that it was a scam! Probably a trap set by street hustlers, and I could be watching them closely. But then I thought, this isn't a bustling place like a train station or a plaza, not a place where scammers would frequent. This is close to my house, a typical model of safe neighborhood; nobody would be playing these petty tricks here.

So, whose bag is this? My mind raced, but I didn't dare bend down to pick it up. Instead, I quietly walked over and gently kicked the bag. It felt hard, and seemed to contain something.

Now that I was closer, I could see the bag clearly. It was a typical small woman's phone bag, purple, and looked quite high-end. Judging from the feeling of kicking it, it's definitely a cell phone inside. Looking at the bag's design, the phone inside is probably a high-end model.

Thinking this, I thought to myself: I'm quite close to home, nothing bad should happen! Besides, who would set up a scam at this time? With the current lighting, who the hell could spot this little bag lying on the ground? This definitely isn't a scam. If I don't pick it up, it'll just benefit some sharp-eyed idiot. Thinking this, I suddenly remembered a female colleague at work talking about finding a gold necklace while taking a walk at night a few days ago. Damn, if a woman dares to pick something up at night, do you think I, a grown man, don't even have that kind of guts? Damn it, whatever, I'll get it first.

Even so, I hesitated for about ten seconds before finally bending down and picking up the little bag.

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The moment my fingers touched the bag, my heart started pounding, fearing someone would suddenly jump out of the darkness and knock me to the ground. Thankfully, no one bothered me until I stuffed the bag into my pocket.

Even so, I wasn't careless. After putting the bag away, I immediately ran home as fast as I could. My rented apartment was only about 500 or 600 meters from where I found the phone, and I got there in no time.

Once home, I went inside, closed the door, turned on the light, and finally relaxed. After calming myself down, I poured myself a large glass of water and gulped it down. Then, sitting on the bed, I took the small bag out of my pocket, opened it, and dumped its contents onto the bed. When I saw what was on the bed, I couldn't help but exclaim how lucky I was.

A long, thin cell phone had rolled out of the bag. If you weren't familiar with it, you might easily mistake this thing for a tube of lipstick. But I happen to recognize this phone. A woman in the office recently bought one and has been showing it off every day. So, the moment I saw it, I immediately recognized it as a Nokia 7380. Apparently, it cost over five thousand yuan when it first came out! Even though the price has dropped, it's still worth at least four thousand yuan.

What excited me even more was that along with the phone, there was a roll of RMB on the bed—all hundred-yuan bills. I picked them up and counted them; there were eight of them—eight hundred yuan! Haha, in all my life, the most I've ever found in my life is a penny or a dime when I was a kid, nothing more. I never expected to find eight hundred yuan today! Hehe, and not only that, there's also the phone! This is quite a windfall!
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel smug. There's a saying: "A man can't get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse can't get fat without night grazing!" Now that's great! I've finally got the Maya professional sound card I've been wanting to buy. As for this phone, hehe, I'll use it as a gift for that girl I've been flirting with online. Haha, won't that get me her in no time?
I sat on the bed, getting happier and happier as I thought about it. But after the initial excitement, a strange feeling suddenly washed over me. Even though I found it and bought it as money, it's still someone else's stuff! Am I just going to go against my conscience and hide it like that?
Even though four years of university education have molded me into a qualified scumbag, I was once a communist successor born under the red flag and raised in the new China. I once sang the song "I Found a Penny on the Street," and they say returning lost property is a virtue! Damn it! Damn virtue! What kind of society is this? Who returns lost items to their owner? My MP3 player was lost last month, and nobody returned it, did they? Last month, I lost four hundred yuan on the bus. Who's going to return it to me?
While searching for excuses to cleanse my conscience, I prepared to remove the SIM card from the phone and throw it in the trash. Just as I hesitated, the phone suddenly rang.

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Hearing the phone ring, my heart skipped a beat, feeling like I'd been caught red-handed stealing something. The phone was in my hand, vibrating slightly from the call. Holding it, I suddenly felt a prickly ache in my hand.

Because the room was quiet, the ringtone sounded unusually loud. The music, which would normally be very pleasant, now sounded like a judgment, pounding on my heart.

To be honest, I really didn't want to answer the call, because this is a morally bankrupt society. I didn't need to be a fool and play the Good Samaritan! Even if I returned the phone to its owner, she probably wouldn't be grateful. She might even suspect I was a thief.

But even though I'm a scumbag, I'm not a complete scoundrel. If I had removed the SIM card and thrown it away before she called, to avoid hearing it, I wouldn't have this much of a mental burden. Now that she's calling, maybe she has something very important on the phone?
Thinking this, I didn't answer the phone, nor did I hang up. I just hoped the owner would stop calling. But she kept calling, the ringing incessantly in my ears. This went on for about a minute, until finally, my heart couldn't bear the torment any longer, and I finally answered.

"Hello!" I tried to speak calmly.

"Hello!" A woman's voice came from the other end, very pleasant, with a mature and sexy quality: "Excuse me... did you find this phone?"
I hummed in response, cursing myself inwardly as an idiot. Damn it, after that "hum," this expensive phone and those eight hundred yuan were no longer mine! Damn it! I almost burst into tears.

The voice, hearing my admission, said, "I'm sorry, I lost that phone. Can you give it back to me?"
"Okay!" I managed to utter those two words with some difficulty.

Strangely enough, after deciding to return the phone to its owner, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. It seems the moral principle of returning lost property, instilled in me since childhood, has always been deeply ingrained.

After calming down, my mind became sharper. I immediately asked the woman on the other end, "Excuse me! May I ask where you lost your phone? Was it naked or in your bag? Did you lose anything else besides the phone?"
The woman said, "I can't remember exactly where I lost it, but it was probably around Xinhua Park. The phone was in a small purple bag, and there was also 800 yuan in cash in the bag." It

really was her phone! Hearing her certainty, I was reassured. So I asked again, "How can I return the phone to you?"
Hmm… she hesitated for a moment, then said, "How about this!" It's 9:15 now. Shall we meet at 9:30 at the XX Coffee Shop opposite the main gate of Xinhua Park? I'll treat you to a coffee as a thank you!
Coffee? Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Even Blue Mountain coffee probably wouldn't be worth as much as what I'd picked up! Unless I drink it myself... Thinking this, a thought suddenly struck me: This woman's voice sounds incredibly beautiful and elegant. If she's a beauty, will I gain something extra?
With this thought, I perked up. I quickly packed my phone and money and excitedly went downstairs.

Downstairs, the night wind blew against my face, and another thought crossed my mind: What if the owner of the phone is a beauty? Should I just have a coffee and call it a day? No way! Society has taught me not to do things without a benefit! If she really is a beauty, I must make the most of this opportunity. Hehe, whether it works out or not is another matter. Thinking it over, I took my phone out of my bag again, turned it on, dialed my own number, and saved the number in my phone.

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The coffee shop the woman mentioned was very close to my home, so I didn't take a car and walked there whistling. I arrived at 9:25. I stood at the coffee shop entrance, holding my small bag, hesitating whether to go in and wait. Suddenly, a voice came from behind me: "Hello~~~"
The voice sounded familiar; it vaguely resembled that woman's voice. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately turned around. What I saw stunned me.

I could only describe the woman standing before me with three words: elegant! alluring!! sexy!!
Elegance is a feeling of refinement. This woman looked to be around thirty years old. Saying she looked thirty doesn't mean she looked old, but rather that her calm and elegant demeanor was something a young girl couldn't imitate.

Alluring was a mature allure, a graceful charm only a young woman possesses. I remember a certain womanizing master (don't ask who that master is, frankly, it's me~~) once said: True captivating charm is dignified charm, not flirtatious charm. This woman possessed that dignified charm. "

Sexy" was a fitting description of her figure: approximately 1.65-1.66 meters tall, wearing white mid-heeled sandals, which made her appear even more slender. Her breasts, while not large, were at least a C cup, proudly perched on her chest. Her waist was exceptionally slender, as if one hand could easily encircle it. Furthermore, her neck, fingers, and legs were all remarkably long. She stood before me like a graceful swan.

"Damn!" I couldn't help but think to myself: It seems returning my phone was the right decision. In all my years, having dated countless women, I've never seen such a beautiful and elegant woman!
I stared at her for a full two minutes before finally snapping out of my daze. Strangely, the woman just let me stare at her blankly for a full two minutes without saying a word (dude!).
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but after I calmed down, I felt there was a hint of disdain and mockery in her eyes. I felt inwardly ashamed, and after a moment of hesitation, I stammered, "Y-you... hello, you must be the owner of the lost phone!"
"Yes!" the beautiful woman replied. Seeing her face and hearing her voice now, she seemed even more beautiful. In a daze, I reached out and handed her the bag, saying, "Your phone..."
The woman took the phone and thanked me. Then she fell silent, and I didn't know what to say. I felt incredibly inferior under the pressure of her presence. After a long silence, I blurted out, "Well... I'll go back now..."
As soon as I uttered those words, I cursed myself for being an idiot. For a moment, I truly didn't understand what was wrong with me. Damn it, she's just a pretty girl with a great presence, and she made me act like a complete idiot?
I was regretful, but a promise is a promise, and since I said I was leaving, I couldn't shamelessly stay. That's what I thought, but I still glanced at the woman, hoping she would try to persuade me to stay. But she remained completely silent. I was furious, turning away while cursing under my breath: "Damn it! Didn't she promise to buy me coffee? Now look at me, she comes without saying a word, and doesn't even try to stop me from leaving. She's just a little ugly, isn't she?"
Just then, the woman spoke. "

Didn't I promise to buy you coffee?" she said, her voice so pleasant.

Hearing her words, I immediately froze, as if struck by a magic acupuncture technique.

Seeing me stop, she looked at me, and seemed to smile slightly. Heh. I chuckled sheepishly and said, "It's your stuff anyway, so it's only right that I return it. How could I let you buy me coffee?" As I spoke, I berated myself for being hypocritical.

The woman smiled again, seemingly seeing through my distraction, and said, "Let's go upstairs, it's quiet there." Without waiting for my reply, she went into the coffee shop. I followed her closely, my eyes naturally falling on her gently swaying hips. Hey, she really does have a great figure! Thinking this

, my heart couldn't help but sway along with her bottom.

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Upon reaching the second floor of the coffee shop, I found a window seat and ordered two coffees. As the waiter brought the coffees and placed them in front of me, I suddenly felt a sense of infatuation (or more accurately, an affair).

The warm, ambiguous lighting in the coffee shop, the radiant young woman across from me, the bustling street outside—all these scenes created an illusion, as if the person sitting opposite me wasn't a stranger, but my first love. She was married but unhappy, and had secretly come to meet me.

I was truly astonished that I had such a ridiculous thought, yet it was there, as if I were under the young woman's spell.

Strangely enough, the young woman said she was buying me coffee to thank me, but for a long time after we sat down, she didn't say a word except to order coffee, just sitting there motionless. Only after a long while would she pick up her coffee and take a small sip.

Suddenly, I understood why I had that feeling of an affair—it was this woman, the forlorn expression on her face. The woman had a forlorn expression on her face ever since she sat down. No, no, that forlornness wasn't just written on her face; even the way she raised her hand to drink her coffee or put down her cup conveyed an unusual loneliness
. Damn! Seeing this woman's poignant loneliness, my heart involuntarily skipped a few beats, and I felt an urge to go over and gently embrace her, to comfort her. Suddenly, another thought struck me: This young woman invited me for coffee to thank me, but she hasn't uttered any words of gratitude yet. Could it be... perhaps... she wants to repay my great kindness with her actions? If not, why is she putting on such a lonely act? Could it be... perhaps... she's hinting at something?
Thinking this, I couldn't help but think: These days, the streets are full of lonely young women. Especially the wealthier ones, whose husbands are busy outside and don't have time to care for them, or whose husbands have mistresses, so they also come out to find someone to alleviate their loneliness.

As for why this woman wanted to invite me for coffee, I think it wasn't just about thanking me for returning her phone. If that were the case, she would have said something to express her gratitude! I guess she wanted to kill time with me.

I don't have any other redeeming qualities, except for one (don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about that), which is that my voice is exceptionally pleasant. Countless women have told me this. The girl I recently hooked up with online is also a stunning beauty. The only reason I managed to get her, and why she keeps pestering me for voice chats, is because of my voice. Perhaps this young woman heard my voice when we were talking on the phone and thought it was very pleasant, which is why she wanted to invite me for coffee.

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I sat in my seat, my mind wandering. For some reason, the coffee shop started playing Tárrega's classic guitar piece, "Recuerdos de la Alhambra." Listening to the dreamlike melody, I suddenly realized that drinking coffee was indeed a very romantic thing. (Especially with such a beautiful woman, having such an ambiguous coffee session~~)
So I simply opened my heart and enjoyed it all, listening to music, watching the beautiful woman, and sipping my coffee. Time flew by, and my cup was slowly emptied.

But the young woman remained silent, only occasionally taking a small sip of her coffee.

We met around 9:30, and this coffee session had been going on for at least half an hour; it was probably past 10 by now. Because it was summer, there were still many pedestrians and vehicles on the street outside the window, weaving through the colorful neon lights. Although we were close, the window separated us, so there was not a sound, as if a silent movie was playing.

Damn it, the woman across from me was also a silent movie, never saying a word. Like a tulip in a vase, blooming her beauty in the stillness. But if you don't talk, I can't talk either. If I don't talk, I can't use my special talent (my nice voice). If I can't use my special talent, you won't like me. If you don't like me, you won't sleep with me. If you don't sleep with me, the people reading this post will call me shameless! This can't go on! Sister, just say something!
By this time, I had already finished my coffee, and I was starting to feel anxious. I felt like I had no reason to have coffee with this beautiful woman. It was ambiguous, and I had a little fun, but it just ended like this. Just as I was wondering if I should say something to break the silence, the woman suddenly spoke. "

Can you stay with me a little longer?" she said. Her eyes fell on me as she spoke, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt like my soul was being pulled out of my body by her words. For a moment, I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

Was this real? Was this beautiful woman talking to me? She wanted me to stay with her?
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One question mark after another was thrown at me, and I almost fainted. My mind felt jumbled and disorganized, as if something had suddenly emptied out. While I was still bewildered, something even more unbelievable happened. The woman propped her elbow up, then rested her chin on her hand and stared at me blankly.

I never expected her to do this, and her gaze made me incredibly uncomfortable. I couldn't understand why such an elegant young woman would suddenly look at me so rudely. I hadn't transformed into Chow Yun-fat or Andy Lau, had I? What was wrong with her eyes?
The woman stared at me for a good three minutes without looking away. For some reason, I became timid and couldn't meet her gaze. Occasionally, I would glance at her eyes, but I felt her gaze was unfathomable. I wondered what she was thinking.

The coffee shop was quiet and still. I sat there like a fool, listening to the soft music from the record player and the faint voices around me. The aroma of coffee and the subtle scent of perfume wafting from the woman filled my nostrils, and my mind seemed to go numb.

Her intense gaze frightened me, yet her allure was undeniable. My mind was a jumbled mess; I had no idea how to handle the situation! (Damn it, I usually take the initiative when picking up girls, and this woman's sudden advances have left me completely bewildered.) Just as I
was at my wit's end, my phone rang.

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It was the ringtone for "Dae Jang Geum." As soon as I heard that music, I knew it was the girl I'd been chatting with online calling. She's a die-hard fan of "Dae Jang Geum," and she insisted I use that song as my ringtone. She probably saw I hadn't gone online to spend time with her tonight, so she called to check on me.

It was a little embarrassing to have my phone ringing so loudly in such a public place. But this was also an opportunity. I was at a loss because of that young woman, so this was a good chance to get some fresh air and think of a solution. I apologized to the woman, slipped away to a quiet spot, and answered the phone. "

Hello! Why are you so slow?" the woman asked on the other end, sounding rather annoyed. "

Something came up, I didn't hear it at first," I said. "

What is it?" she asked again. "Where are you now? Why aren't you home yet?"
"Damn it!" I thought to myself. "You're so nosy! We're miles apart, and you're asking me what I'm doing? Seriously, do you think you're my wife?" Thinking this, I said impatiently, "What's up? I'll go home after I'm done!" "
What is it?" she pressed. "

Having tea with colleagues..." I made up an excuse while mentally planning how to deal with the young woman in the living room. The woman on the other end, sensing my distracted state, seemed a little annoyed and asked, "Are you going home tonight? Are you going online?
" "No," I replied casually.

The phone rang, and the woman abruptly hung up. I sighed inwardly, my head spinning, and returned to the living room. As soon as I sat down, the young woman spoke again.

"You…" she said, each word striking my heart: "Can you…can you stay with me tonight?

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Damn it! Hearing that, I nearly jumped up. My head spun, and I wondered if I was dreaming. Damn it, how could this be? Even if I racked my brains, I never imagined this young woman would say something so absurd. She was clearly asking for a one-night stand!
I wanted to use her as a mirror to see if I'd suddenly become incredibly beautiful, with sparkling eyes, a flawless face, white teeth, and red lips.

Good heavens! This is too bizarre! It doesn't make any sense! My mind was in turmoil, and I even wanted to escape. In that moment of utter confusion,

a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. A cold sweat broke out immediately! I
'm doomed! After realizing what she meant, my spirits plummeted: It seems that no amount of caution can protect you from beauty! This seems to be a new trick in street scams, combining a monkey-hitting scam with a honey trap! As I thought this, my palms were sweating: Damn, they've got big plans! I guess I won't be going home tonight—either kidnapped or raped!
But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt; the reality didn't seem like that. Yes, the young woman's offer to have sex with me was surprising, but it didn't seem like a scam. The problem was, I had nothing! Even if I were skinned alive, I'd only have about a thousand yuan. Was it worth all this trouble for the scammers? Even using such a stunningly beautiful woman?
But if it wasn't a scam, how could I explain this?
A little analysis suggests a few possibilities.

First, someone might have laced the coffee with the legendary aphrodisiac "lust is irresistible," which is why she made that unreasonable request! But I didn't drug her. Could it be the waiter? (This possibility is 10%~~)
Second, this young woman is a spy sent by the Nationalist army to spy on our party's secrets. But I'm not even a member of the Communist Youth League~~~ Or maybe she's a corporate spy? But I'm just the lowest of the low in our company, second only to the cleaning lady in status~~~~ (This possibility is 1%~~)
Third, the young woman saw that I was good-looking and had improper thoughts about me. Damn! Doesn't she know what she looks like? (This possibility is 0%!)
So, there's only one possibility left: the young woman's husband doesn't have time for her, so she's lonely; or her husband is having an affair, and she wants revenge. Luckily, I found her phone, so, hehe~~~~
While I was thinking this over, the young woman had already waved to the waiter to pay the bill. Then she glanced at me, stood up, and walked out.

Her glance seemed to have a magical quality; I unconsciously stood up and followed her downstairs. Even after we left the coffee shop and entered the street, my heart was still pounding.

The streetlights were chaotic, and pedestrians flowed by. The young woman didn't call a taxi; she walked westward. I followed her like a shadow. After a while, I suddenly remembered something, took out my phone, and turned it off, thinking to myself, "I can't be disturbed when I'm about to do something—especially that girl I'm chatting with online!"

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It was late at night, and the air was getting chilly. Because it was the new moon in the lunar calendar, there was no moon. Only a few stars hung overhead, twinkling, their light reflecting off the streetlights. A gentle night breeze blew, brushing against the woman, causing her hair and clothes to flutter, making her incredibly beautiful.

We walked westward, keeping a few steps apart, past two intersections, until we finally arrived at a hotel.

I recognized it; it was a three-star hotel. Seeing the woman go inside without looking back, I had no choice but to follow. As I went in, I fumbled for money, thinking, "I wonder if this woman is booking a room by the hour or staying overnight. Damn it, I don't think I have enough money..."
Once inside, the woman didn't go to the front desk but sat in the lobby's lounge area. I knew she was waiting for me to book a room. Reluctantly, I gritted my teeth, took out my wallet, my ID, and some money, and booked a standard room. Then I glanced at where the woman was sitting and headed towards the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, the woman came over. I suddenly felt we actually had some kind of unspoken understanding. But the woman was really strange. It's not like I've never had a one-night stand before, but I've never encountered someone like her, completely silent. I wondered if she'd make a sound once we were in bed.

Once in the room, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. For some reason, I had a strange fear of this woman, as if she exuded a deathly aura.

We stood there dumbfounded for a while, then the woman put down her bag, turned, and went into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water came from inside.

I sat on the bed, listening to the water, smelling the scent of the shower gel, feeling like I was dreaming. But if it was a dream, how could it feel so real? And if it wasn't, why was it so bizarre?
Now I really regretted going to this hotel with this woman. There's a saying: Don't be greedy for cheap things. And another: A pie falling from the sky is always poisoned!
Damn it, I couldn't find a single reason why that beautiful woman wanted a one-night stand with me. I'm not Pan An, much less Gates. If she were ugly, I could believe what I was seeing, but she was a beauty, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. How could she be interested in me?
As I thought about it, a thought struck me again: Could this woman be one of those legendary female assassins who seek revenge on men? After we've made love, will she chop me up while I'm asleep? Or perhaps she was harmed by a man, contracted an incurable disease like AIDS, and wants to take me down with her before she dies?
The more I thought about it, the drier my lips and the more terrified I became. It wasn't because I was a coward, but simply because the whole thing was too bizarre. Thinking this, I subconsciously pulled out my phone to check the time. Only after taking it out did I realize it was off. After hesitating for a few seconds, I turned it on. The phone immediately started beeping incessantly.

Upon closer inspection, it was a missed call notification from China Mobile's global call service, and the number belonged to that girl I met online. Interspersed among them were several text messages from her questioning why my phone was off. While frantically dealing with these messages, the music from "Dae Jang Geum" suddenly started playing in my ears again.

I cursed my bad luck and wanted to hang up immediately, but after hesitating, I answered this relentless call.

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Hello! Is this you? As soon as the call connected, she said on the other end: Why was your phone off?
Oh! I replied, "My phone died, and I just got home and plugged it in."

Liar! She said: "Tell me honestly what you were doing today."
Nothing much, just having tea with colleagues. I answered evasively, inwardly marveling at the terrifying power of a woman's intuition.

Hmph! She snorted, seemingly wanting to continue. Fearing things might go wrong if I delayed, or that she might hear the water running in the bathroom, or that the young woman might suddenly come out and cause unnecessary trouble, I said, "I just got home and haven't showered yet. I'll go take a quick shower first, and we'll talk later!" I prepared to hang up.

Just as my thumb touched the hang-up button, I suddenly heard a sob from the other end of the line. I quickly moved the phone back to my ear, and heard the woman's voice, choked with sobs, say, "Don't you like me anymore?"
Ugh! I never expected her to cry, much less say something like that. Her interruption made me reluctant to hang up, but I was also afraid she would discover our secret. So, while comforting her, I quietly opened the door and went out into the hallway.

Because it was already midnight, the hotel hallway was extremely quiet. In the silence, the woman's voice on the other end of the line sounded unusually loud. I felt very uneasy, so I walked to the left and reached the beginning of the hallway. Then I pushed open the emergency exit door, walked up the stairs, and went down two steps. I intended to stop there, but the girl on the phone was crying louder and louder, so I had no choice but to go down to the next floor and finally stand sideways.

After I settled on the stairs, I started using my sweet talk to cheer her up. But my mind was wandering and not really focused. One minute I was wondering if the woman in the room had finished showering. The next minute I was finding the girl on the phone rather annoying. Then I was wondering who this woman was. Then I felt a mix of pity and smugness listening to her cry so sadly. In short, I didn't have a moment of peace. In the end, I even started wondering if there were condoms in the hotel room.
I talked to the girl on the phone for fifteen or sixteen minutes, finally managing to calm her down after much pleading. We agreed that I would go take a shower first, and then we would chat online afterward. Although I brushed her off like that, I was thinking: I really do need to take a shower, but after that, I have a lot of things to do, so I probably won't be able to chat with you until tomorrow morning~~~
After dealing with this girl, I hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and then turned it off again. Then I started walking back to my room.

It would have been fine if I hadn't been walking, but once I started, the sound of my footsteps was surprisingly loud, with a slight echo. A strange sense of panic welled up inside me; I suddenly felt that tonight's scene was similar to some ghost movies I'd seen before. Recalling the young woman's silent, eerie, even deathly expression, I felt a chill run down my spine. Although I walked upstairs step by step, I became slower and slower. My mind was filled with the thought that the woman might be a ghost, a spirit, or some kind of supernatural being. When I reached the floor where that room was located, my legs had lost all ability to move forward.

After stopping in the corridor, my mind was still in turmoil.

I wanted to go in, but I had an inexplicable fear of that woman. It wasn't that I genuinely thought she was a ghost, it's just that tonight's events were too unexpected and unbelievable. I'd had a few one-night stands before, but the partners were all average-looking. A beauty with such气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance) like her—I really wasn't mentally prepared. I felt like there was some kind of conspiracy involved.

I wanted to back out, but I was damn unwilling. The sound of running water and the scent of a beautiful woman bathing in the room kept tempting my senses. If she really was a lonely young woman who had just caught me, then if I didn't quickly use my nunchucks, I'd regret it for the rest of my life!
After hesitating for a long time, my little thing finally won over my brain, and desire finally triumphed over reason. I stepped forward and walked to the door. The door was ajar, just as it had been when I left. I took a breath and pushed it open.

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Before pushing the door open, I had fully anticipated the possible scene inside.

Possible scenario one: after opening the door, what greeted my eyes was a scene that would make my blood boil. The young woman lay naked on the bed, her jade-like body sprawled out, her expression seductive. Her skin was as white as snow, her breasts high and firm… Then, hehehaha, quickly use the nunchucks~~~~~~~ This is the most exciting possibility.

Possibility two: after the door opens, what greets my eyes is a scene of violence and bloodshed. The young woman was dressed all in black (sweat, why did she suddenly change clothes?), wearing dark sunglasses, and surrounded by several burly men, pointing AKs, M4s, and other weapons at me... Ugh... I'm here for a one-night stand, not to play CS!
Possibility three: After the door opens, what I see is a pale face and a long tongue. Then, cold teeth bite my throat, and I feel my blood rushing out of my throat... This is the most terrifying possibility.
Possibility four: After the door opens, I see the young woman wearing a bathrobe, sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, like a flower, looking ready to be plucked... This is the most likely scenario.
However, when I pushed open the door and entered the room, I was dumbfounded. All four possibilities I had anticipated were wrong. Damn it, the room was completely empty. Not only was the woman gone, but even the bag the young woman had just taken down and placed on the table was gone.

I wasn't giving up, so I went back to the bathroom. The door was ajar, the steam still lingering, but it was definitely empty. Still not convinced, I searched everywhere in the room—the closet, the drawers, I even lifted the toilet seat—but there was no sign of that woman. (Damn it! How could she be there?!)
Good heavens, God, my God! Was I dreaming? No, a dream couldn't be this vivid. Besides, the woman's scent still lingered in the bathroom; this couldn't be a dream.

Did she come out of the shower, not see me, and think I'd run away, so she left too? Ugh! I'm not that irresponsible! There's a saying: "Since you're here, make the best of it." And my life motto is: Better to make three thousand mistakes than let one slip through my fingers. Sigh...it seems she still doesn't understand me.
I stood there dumbfounded in the bathroom, inhaling the lingering fragrance of that woman, feeling increasingly frustrated. A glance revealed several condoms on the sink (it seems star-rated hotels are different; their service is so "humanized"!). But...but I don't need them anymore!
I left the bathroom, sat back on the bed, and waited for a while, hoping that woman would return. But I failed; she simply vanished. Sigh...such a golden opportunity lost! The Zuo Zhuan says, "If Heaven gives something and you don't take it, you will suffer the consequences; if the time comes and you don't act, you will suffer the calamity!" I didn't eat the meat that was practically in my mouth; I wonder if I'll face retribution?
Thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that girl online. I thought to myself: This woman is completely over; time to start over and win over that girl! I composed myself, left the room, and checked out.

While checking out, I felt the receptionist's gaze was strange. Ugh, was she mocking me for not being able to handle a long wait?

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Leaving the hotel, I jumped into a taxi and rushed home. On the way, I suddenly felt like a celebrity rushing to a show. Finally home, I turned on my phone, and a barrage of texts from that girl online flooded in.

I immediately called her, saying I'd just finished showering. She didn't believe me and asked why my phone was off, her accusations filling my ears. Finally, I just said, "Hehe, I wasn't home just now." She asked, "Where are you?"
I said, "To tell you the truth, I found a cell phone on my way home from work tonight. The owner was a really beautiful woman. Later, I went to get the phone back to her, but unexpectedly, she made sexual advances towards me. We ended up going to a hotel, and I just got home..."
Before I could finish, the girl on the other end chuckled and said, "Who do you think you are? Why would she like you?"
I grabbed the phone and pressed my advantage, saying, "Then why do you like me?" "
I don't like you!" she said. After a while, she suddenly said very gently, "Maybe I'm under your spell!"
Hearing this, I felt a pang of guilt and started to feel sorry for the girl. After that interruption, she didn't press me about what happened tonight. So I hung up, turned on my computer, went online, connected to QQ voice chat, and started a voice chat.

For some reason, my girlfriend was unusually docile tonight. She usually throws tantrums and acts out, but that was completely gone. Instead, she was submissive and gentle as water. A thought struck me: This little girl really likes me! She probably anticipates what I might do tonight and is afraid I'll ignore her, so she's doing this to try and keep me.

Lying in bed, listening to her soft whispers, a sweet feeling welled up inside me. What is the most important thing for a person, a solitary individual living in this world? Money? Sex? Neither. It's the feeling of being needed.

Now I truly feel that this girl needs me, judging from her behavior tonight. Actually, our online acquaintance was purely accidental, but with a few tricks up my sleeve, I quickly won her over. We've been chatting online every night since, and after so much time, she can't live without me. I was only gone for one night, and she's already this anxious! It seems she's genuinely, 100% in love with me!
After figuring this out, I felt a sense of accomplishment; flirting with the girl was quite enjoyable; recalling how annoyed I was by that woman's nagging tonight, I felt a pang of guilt. This guilt made me more considerate of her. So I went back to the traditional route, telling her stories—the Big Bad Wolf and the Little Rabbit, the Three Little Pigs building a house—until around four in the morning before she finally fell asleep. Listening to her soft breathing through my headphones, I thought to myself: What am I doing? Am I her daddy/mommy?
After putting the girl to sleep, I found myself even more unable to sleep, and my mind started wandering back to that woman. Tonight's experience was truly bizarre. I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to rekindle this unfulfilled romance with that woman? Thinking this, I suddenly felt like I was back in the hotel bathroom, surrounded by steam, the air filled with her scent.

So, I didn't fall asleep until around six o'clock. In my dream, I seemed to see that young woman in the steamy bathroom; she seemed to be naked. My heart leaped with joy, and I was just about to have a passionate encounter with her when the alarm rang.

When the alarm clock dragged me from my dream, I really wanted to stomp that damn thing to pieces. After dawdling for a while, I finally got out of bed. I quickly washed my face, rushed out the door, and sped to the company.

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I arrived at the company, I found myself a few minutes earlier than usual. Sitting at my desk, I felt a sudden emptiness in my stomach. What was even more infuriating was that Zhang Jieling across from me was happily sipping a cup of yogurt, which made me incredibly annoyed.

Just as I was getting angry, Lao Lai arrived. Lao Lai's surname is Lai, the same Lai as in "coming and going." Damn it, this guy is a complete pervert! Scum! Degenerate! Bitch! Damn it, he'll do anything, sleep with any woman. Prostitution, one-night stands, online harassment, adultery—there's nothing this bastard wouldn't do. What's even more incomprehensible is that, rumor has it, his wife is a stunning beauty with a master's degree. God must be blind!
He's a notorious figure in our company, known as the company's number one lecher. And the woman sitting across from me right now, sucking on breasts like she's getting a blowjob, is our company's number one lecher. When I first joined the company, I often heard him say something like, "Those with wings aren't necessarily angels; she might be Zhang Jieling!" I found it strange at the time. Didn't they say that those with wings aren't necessarily angels, maybe they're bird people? Was he saying Zhang Jieling was a bird person?
It took me a long time to understand the mystery. His original saying was: "Those with wings aren't necessarily angels; they might be sanitary napkins!" Because Zhang Jieling's name is Jieling, and there seems to be a sanitary napkin brand also called Jieling, this famous saying was modified by Lao Lai into this.

However, Zhang Jieling truly lives up to her reputation as the number one womanizer in our company; her skin is as thick as a city wall. Whenever some bored man teases her like this, she'll say: "What's wrong with Jieling? It's the most expensive!"
Seeing Lao Lai come in, a thought struck me: This guy is a one-night stand expert; he's slept with more girls than I've ever seen. Why don't I ask him about last night's events? Thinking this, I said to Lao Lai: "Brother Lai, can I ask you a question?"
"What question?" Lao Lai had just sat down when he looked up at me, noticing my dark circles, and laughed: "Xiao Qiang, did you go messing around again yesterday? Did you go through hundreds of rounds?"
My face flushed red, and I said: "I'm not as good as you! I just had insomnia last night." Then, after a pause, I added: "If a beautiful woman wanted to have sex with you, what would you do?"
Damn! No need to even think about it. As the old saying goes, "Better to make a mistake than let it go unpunished!" We'll talk about it later.

Ugh. I knew he'd say that. I was just about to ask him how to protect my life and property when my phone suddenly rang. It was a text message. I pulled it out, thinking it was from that girl online, but it wasn't.

The message read: "Can you come have coffee with me tonight?"

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Receiving this message suddenly, I didn't react for a moment. I checked the sender's name, and it was simply the word "Mobile Phone." After a few moments, it suddenly dawned on me: I had saved that woman's number last night before returning her phone, and in my contacts, I had used "Mobile Phone" as her code name.

Damn! So this was a text message from that young woman! Good heavens~~ She's inviting me for coffee again? I almost fainted. Strange things happen every year, but this year is especially strange~ Suddenly, a thought struck me: How does this young woman know my number? The question had barely crossed my mind when the answer immediately came to me: I used her phone to dial my number last night, so my number is recorded in her dialed numbers. Looks like I wasn't careful enough; I forgot to delete the call log after dialing, leaving a clue. Because the dialing time shown on the record was right after the young woman lost her phone and before I returned it to her, she must have guessed that it was me who dialed, and therefore guessed that the number was very likely mine~~~ Having reached

this conclusion, my face started to burn: Damn, I didn't expect that young woman to be so intelligent; she saw through my filthy intentions immediately.

Blushing and ashamed as I was, I still replied with an "okay." After sending the message, I felt a surge of exhilaration: could missed love really be rekindled?
Composing myself, I continued to consult with Lao Lai. Lao Lai was incredibly forthcoming, occasionally boasting about his own heroic deeds. Finally, this jerk patted my shoulder and said, "Xiao Qiang, as the saying goes, when it's time to have sex, have sex. A man who isn't lewd in his youth is a wasted youth!" Listening to him, although I found it somewhat disgusting, I couldn't help but feel a longing.

Zhang Jieling, having finished sucking her breast, interjected, "Lao Lai, Xiao Qiang is still a child, don't corrupt him!" Lao Lai said, "Corrupt him? Looks like you don't understand Xiao Qiang!" "
Is that so?" Zhang Jieling retorted, glancing at me as she spoke. For some reason, when her gaze passed over me, I couldn't help but shudder, as if I were being raped by her gaze...
After replying to the young woman's text message, I kept hoping she would reply again, to arrange a specific time and place. So whenever my phone rang, I would rush to check it. But afterwards, all I received were text messages from that girl online. I waited until I got off work in the afternoon, but the young woman didn't text me.

Although I didn't receive a text message, I couldn't just give up. Yesterday I booked a room, spent several hundred dollars, and all I got was to listen to her taking a shower. That was too much of a waste. So tonight, no matter what, I was going to have her.

No specific time? Easy, I'll go at the same time as yesterday! After having coffee, I can go to the room. No specific place? Then let's meet at the usual place! With the plan settled, I suddenly remembered that little M online, so I called her and said I had a meeting tonight and couldn't go with her. After getting everything sorted out, I went back home, ate some food, stayed until around 8 o'clock, took a shower, changed into new clothes, and
leisurely went downstairs for my one-night stand. This time, I walked to the coffee shop again. As I walked, I sang Dickson's "How Much Love Can Be Remade," imagining that after coffee, I could finally "ride the wind and waves, hoisting my sails to cross the vast ocean" with that young woman. My mood was indescribably exhilarating, a world apart from the feeling I had when I returned my phone last time.

Since it was still early, I went into a sex shop and bought a box of imported Japanese condoms. (The ones in the hotel were too expensive, and there might be quality issues too.)
When I arrived at the coffee shop, it was exactly 9 o'clock. I lingered at the entrance for a while, but didn't see that young woman. So I went inside, went up to the second floor, looked around for a long time, but still didn't see her.

As luck would have it, the seat we sat in last night was empty, so I plopped down, ordered a glass of water, and waited for her while I drank. I

was in a great mood initially, but after sitting down, the young woman didn't show up, and I started to get increasingly anxious. About half an hour passed, and my impatience grew. I wondered if I'd come to the wrong place, so I took out my phone and scrolled through all my messages, but I couldn't find any mention of the young woman's meeting place. Had I guessed wrong? Or was she playing me?
Thinking this, I felt a wave of frustration. Damn it, how could such a good thing happen? This silly woman was definitely making a fool of me!
Even though I thought this, I couldn't bear to leave, and waited for a long time, almost ten o'clock, but the young woman still hadn't arrived. My heart grew colder and colder, and just as I was about to give up and go back, I suddenly felt the light in front of me dim. Startled, I turned around and saw the young woman standing gracefully beside me!

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The moment I saw her, I almost rushed over and hugged her, saying, "You've finally come! I've missed you so much!" In an instant, my mood soared from the lowest point to the highest, an indescribable joy.

The young woman today was completely different from yesterday. Yesterday she was dressed simply, but today she was radiant. She seemed to be wearing light makeup; her charm, her allure, her figure, her气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and presence) were simply irresistible!
Seeing her suddenly appear like a ghost, I hurriedly stood up, wanting to say something, but for a moment I couldn't find the words. The young woman nodded slightly to me, then smiled faintly and calmly sat down opposite me.

My heart pounded wildly. My mind kept racing: Why was she dressed up so beautifully tonight? Could it be... could it be that she really has her eye on me? Did she think she wasn't glamorous enough yesterday, which is why I left her at the hotel? So today, she's dressed up to win me over?
Even though I was just fantasizing, my rational mind knew it was probably not what I was thinking. But damn it, tonight's showdown seems inevitable! I may not have Ye Gucheng's "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" or Xiao Feng's "Spiritual Finger," but at least I'm young. I'll fight to the death, even if it costs me my life!
While my mind was racing, the young woman remained silent, just as she had been yesterday, ordering a coffee and quietly sipping it. I followed suit and ordered a coffee, savoring its bitter taste while mentally planning my day.

Actually, I came prepared today, completely different from yesterday when I was completely unprepared.

First of all, my goal was clear! Unlike yesterday, where returning a phone turned into drinking coffee, and then somehow ended up booking a hotel room—that was too bizarre and caught me completely off guard—today is different. Today has only one theme, one goal, one focus, one idea: sex!
Secondly, I've learned valuable lessons from my predecessor, ensuring my safety and property are well protected.

Thirdly, I used a meeting as an excuse to send that girl online away, and I silenced my phone, so hehe, no uninvited guests will bother me.

Finally, hmph, I even bought condoms (imported from Japan, of course!), isn't that enough preparation?
So, I'm all set, just waiting for the right moment. All I need is for that young woman to say sweetly, "Will you stay with me tonight?" Then everything will fall into place, hehe, success will be achieved!
Feeling incredibly happy, I drank my coffee with gusto, finishing it off in no time. Looking at the young woman, she remained unhurried, taking a long time before finally taking a small sip from her cup.

Ugh! It's like a whirlwind meeting a slowpoke; the other person is in a frenzy, and she should at least hurry up! Looking at her leisurely demeanor, I really wanted to snatch her cup and throw it at her.

After waiting for ages, she finally finished that damn coffee. I was overjoyed. I watched as she waved for the waiter (I rushed to pay!), watched as she stood up (I stood up too!), watched as she spoke (she finally spoke, brothers, I've been waiting so long!). "
Thank you for having coffee with me," she said, her voice as beautiful as heavenly music. "Then…
then let's make love!" I almost blurted out those words for her, and just as I was feeling smug, I heard her say, "Then I'll go back first…"
What?! Her words were like a thunderbolt to me!
God, Allah, and Buddha—you be the judge! Isn't this a joke?! I stood there dumbfounded, staring at the young woman, completely incredulous. The young woman glanced at me, smiled, a slightly sly look on her face. Then she waved goodbye to me, turned around, and floated away.

Even after the young woman's figure disappeared from my sight, I was still standing there dumbfounded. I was fully prepared tonight, both mentally and physically, but in the end, it was all for nothing. Damn it, was that woman some kind of prankster? Or was I born destined to be played by women?
The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became. I pulled out my phone, intending to call the young woman and demand to know what she meant! I took out my phone, hesitating whether to actually call, when suddenly a text message arrived. I opened it and saw it was from the young woman. "

Can you still have coffee with me tomorrow night?" The eleven small words shone brightly on my phone screen, as if the young woman's cunning gaze was staring at me with a half-smile

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Leaving the coffee shop, I was still seething with anger. Upstairs, I had replied to the young woman with a simple "Okay!" Damn it, you want to play games? I'll play games with you to the very end! "If I don't feast on you, I'll write my name 'Mao Xiaoqiang' backwards." He
cursed as he wandered the streets. It was nearly midnight, and the streets, adorned by the night and streetlights, looked eerily strange. The sounds of people, cars, and music from the shops mingled together, assaulting my ears, and I felt a strange sense of bewilderment. Twenty-four years into my life, a year since graduation, four years of university had worn down my willpower, and now I was begging for a living at a small company. Was this the life I wanted?
Thinking this, I felt a pang of self-pity. I figured that besides my mother, only that girl online thought I was special. So I took out my phone and checked the messages. I realized that while I was having my encounter with that woman, my phone had received many silent text messages—some missed calls, others from that girl asking if my meeting was over. Looking at these messages, a warmth spread through me, and I immediately called back. "

Hello!" The girl's sweet voice rang in my ears: "Why didn't you answer my call just now?" "

I was in a meeting!" I lied, feeling very guilty. She didn't suspect me like she did yesterday, but simply asked: "Where are you now? Are you home yet?" "
On my way!" I said. "Capitalists are so greedy, the meeting didn't end until 10:30." I sighed again. "

What's wrong?" she asked. "

Nothing." I pretended to be angry and said: "I have another meeting tomorrow!" (Shameless!)
"Oh~~~" she responded, and after a long pause, asked again: "Are you tired? Are you going to have a voice call tonight?
" "Yes!" Hearing her wistful voice, I felt very sorry for her, so I said: "Today I'll tell you a fairy tale I made up."

"What story?" She perked up immediately. (Wow~~~ Is she a kindergarten girl?) "
The Adventures of Xiaoqiang and Niu Niu!" I made up a story. "

What is it?" she asked.

"Um." I said, "Xiaoqiang is me, and Niuniu is you. This is our story.

Is it long? Can we finish it tonight?" "
Very long. It would take a lifetime to finish!
" Hearing this, the girl on the other end couldn't help but laugh. It took a long time for her laughter to subside. I said, "I'm afraid you won't like it!" "
I love it!" she said.

"Why?"
"I just love it!
" "How long do you want to listen?"
"I won't tell you~~~"
So, while chatting with her, I started making up stories in my head. After getting home and showering, I spoke to her on voice, telling her the stories I'd made up. As I spoke, I suddenly felt that women in this world were quite absurd. One was drinking coffee endlessly, and the other was listening to stories endlessly! Good heavens~~ Is this what modern women are like? (Ugh~~ Actually, aren't I pretty pathetic myself? On one hand, I'm dating this girl, and on the other hand, I'm only thinking about having sex with another woman~~)
The story went on until about three in the morning, and by the time I went to sleep it was almost four-thirty. The next day at work, I felt like my head was about to explode. What made it even worse was that Zhang Jieling, the woman across from me, kept staring at me, making me feel really uneasy. (Ugh...Is she trying to take advantage of me?) I
finally made it to the end of the workday, and then easily made it to nine o'clock, and then went to my usual coffee shop. Of course, I brought the condoms I bought yesterday.

To my surprise, when I got to my usual spot, that woman was already waiting for me. I felt ashamed: making a lady wait isn't very gentlemanly.

So we continued sitting across from each other, and honestly, I didn't know if my purpose for going there was coffee or sex. This time, the woman was even more audacious, because she had already ordered her coffee before I arrived, so she didn't say a word.

After half an hour, I couldn't hold back any longer (anyone else would probably have gone crazy by now), so I finally asked: "Why do you want me to have coffee with you?" (Although it's impolite to ask like this, I'd go crazy if I didn't~)
The young woman paused slightly when she saw me speak, and after a long while, said, "I don't want to drink coffee alone."

For some reason,

the young woman's words stirred something within me. "Then why don't you even say a word?" I continued to ask, hoping to get the young woman talking. (Sweet talk is one of my greatest weapons for dealing with women!)
The young woman smiled silently, then leaned back in her chair, her eyes quietly looking at me, as if to say: "Having you by my side is enough; there's no need for many words."

My heart stirred again, and I asked again, "You don't like to talk?"
"Hmm!" Upon hearing this question, the young woman sat up straight again, and then slowly said, "Language inevitably distorts our original meaning.

" Her words stunned me; upon reflection, they were quite philosophical.

After saying this, the young woman fell silent and continued to drink her coffee in silence. Although I agreed with her, I felt a bit like my talents were going to be wasted. My two greatest weapons for dealing with women are a sweet voice and a silver tongue, like with that online girl—I've already completely captivated her. But this young woman won't talk. When am I going to finally get her down on the bed?
I stupidly spent another night drinking coffee, and this time I didn't even have the thought of going to a hotel with her. After coffee, the young woman left, just like the night before. I stared bitterly at her beautiful, receding figure, regretting not cherishing the first night. Now, I wondered how many more nights of coffee I'd have to drink before I could get her.

Leaving the coffee shop, my phone received a text from the young woman, as usual. I thought it was another coffee invitation, but when I opened it, it said five words: "My name is Ouyang Wan17."

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seeing this message, I was first surprised, then disappointed, because she hadn't invited me for coffee. But less than five seconds into my disappointment, it dawned on me, and I started to rejoice: Damn, she told me her name, which clearly means she likes me! It clearly means we'll have a bright future together! Yes, it seems this isn't just a one-night stand; multiple nights together, even a future together, might be possible!
Thinking this, I felt incredibly happy and immediately replied: "My name is Mao Xiaoqiang!" When I sent the text message, my hands were trembling uncontrollably (that's called excitement, you know?).
But after sending it, it vanished without a trace. After waiting for over five minutes, I couldn't wait any longer and sent another message: "Want to have coffee together tomorrow night?"
I was hoping for a reply. But again, it was like throwing a meat bun to a dog—no reply whatsoever. I walked along the street, anxiously waiting. Then I remembered my phone was on silent, so I turned the volume on full blast, waiting for the beeping sound. And

wouldn't you know it, less than two minutes after I put it on, it beeped!

Hearing the beep, I felt a surge of relief. I quickly pulled out my phone and opened it as fast as I could, only to be utterly disappointed.

The message wasn't from that young woman, but from that girl online.

Even after I got home, showered, and started a voice chat with that girl, the young woman's message still hadn't arrived.

My confidence was severely shaken. I kept thinking, did that young woman tell me her name just to break up with me? Impossible, that doesn't make sense. Telling someone your name means there should be something going on! So what was it for? Was it because my name was too silly? I should have known better than to tell her my name. Lost in these

thoughts, I became somewhat distracted during my online voice chat with the girl. As for that ridiculous fairy tale, I couldn't continue. The girl seemed to sense my odd behavior. After chatting for about ten minutes, she said she was sleepy. I didn't think much of it and hung up, we went to bed.

But how could I sleep? Although the girl was gone, the young woman's actions tonight really hurt me.

She gave me her name but didn't reply to my texts, not even clarifying whether we'd continue with coffee tomorrow.

I tossed and turned in bed, thinking and thinking, and finally, shamelessly, I wondered if I'd asked the wrong question in my text message. I should have asked: "Should we have a one-night stand tomorrow?" Maybe that young woman would reply with a "yes"~~~~ (Maybe she thinks I'm too slow, too unmanly~~ that's why she's ignoring me~)
The next day at work, I was still thinking about that young woman. Around nine o'clock, my phone rang. This time I thought it was that girl from online, but upon closer inspection, it was that young woman. "

I won't be going for coffee tonight, let's meet up another time!"
Two lines of small text, mercilessly stored in my phone. Damn. I almost cursed out loud. I waited all night, and this is the result. Now I can't even get coffee. But thinking about it, "let's meet up another time"—that's a clever way of putting it. Given that young woman's personality, this shouldn't be an excuse. So, there's still a chance in the future? Sigh~~ That's all I can think for now.

So I spent the whole morning feeling depressed, and the afternoon continued to be so. When I got home from work that evening, I suddenly remembered that girl from online. I turned on my computer to chat with that girl, but she wasn't online. I was even more annoyed. I waited until 11 PM, but she still hadn't come online. So I went to bed.

Just as I lay down, before my head was even properly settled, my phone rang. Good heavens! It was the background noise of "Dae Jang Geum" (a popular Chinese TV drama). I quickly picked it up. Before I could even say hello, I heard a girl on the other end say: "Xiao Qiang, shall we meet?"

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