The three sisters on the other side

(I)

I remember that behind the small building where I used to live, there was a stream running under the railing. On the other side of the stream, I could see several towering trees in the distance; she lived there. At night, I could see the light from her room shining through the branches and leaves of the trees, and I thought she must be very beautiful reading under the lamplight.

I've been watching her for almost half a year now, and I wonder if she's noticed. But even if she has, what difference does it make? She always walks silently with her head down, rarely speaking to anyone. As for me, proud yet insecure, I never take the initiative to express anything to girls.

I've only heard that she has two sisters; the older sister is engaged, and she and her younger sister go to the same high school. The three sisters are all about the same appearance, pretty and delicate, but not talkative.

Her father is a repairman at the mine, of medium to short stature. When people say he's lucky to have three obedient and sensible daughters, he grins and takes out a cigarette. Her mother, on the other hand, stays home washing and cleaning. She smiles at anyone who passes by her door, but never invites them in for a cup of tea.

That's how the family was—kind and polite to everyone, but not overly affectionate, maintaining a certain distance. And their house, unlike the people, stood alone on the opposite bank of the stream. No one had ever seen them argue. The family members spoke softly.

I often wondered what it was like to have an honest father, a kind mother, and three quiet sisters together. I didn't know; few people had ever visited their home.

I met her on the mine's shuttle bus. Because it was located in the suburbs, about twenty miles from the city, the mine arranged a bus to and from the city about every half hour. What did I do? I was an accountant at the mine's factory, a recent college graduate assigned here, with a mediocre salary. Every two days, I had to go to the city—bank business, tax office, meetings, all sorts of trivial matters.

I usually took the 8:30 bus. Actually, there wasn't that much to do in the city, but being away from the boss's watchful eye felt more liberating, and besides, I seemed quite proactive, which made a good impression on the boss.

She always arrived just before the bus was about to leave. Head down, sometimes carrying something, sometimes a bundle of books—was she a student? Not really. She'd find a seat in the back of the bus, and if you weren't paying attention, she seemed to vanish.

As time went on, I gradually learned her habits. One time, I deliberately sat in her usual seat first. She got on the bus, and sure enough, without even looking up, walked over. Only when she was about to sit down did she suddenly notice my presence. Her face flushed, she exclaimed "Ah!" looking surprised, standing there, at a loss, not knowing where to sit.

I felt embarrassed; I had only intended to make a joke, perhaps to say a word or two, but it had turned into such an awkward situation. As

I was about to get up, she suddenly realized what had happened, her face turning as red as a sheet: "No! No—!" She hurriedly found a seat nearby. I didn't know whether to sit or offer her my seat, and ended up feeling restless the whole way, like I had taken someone else's place. In the end, I still couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Two months passed after that. I dared not approach her again. But in the third month, I started frequently visiting her home. What happened? I met her sister. Her sister worked in another factory workshop in the mine. The newly established factory had hired a group of young people, all children of mine workers.

To be honest, I was quite noticeable among the young people in the mine. They all called me "the poet," but behind my back they said I was a bookworm who spent all day reading. I had only graduated for half a year then, and my bookshelves were already full of books, even my bed was covered in them. I spent all my salary on them. Although I was a bit of a bookworm, I was good-looking, had a good temperament, and was a government official, so quite a few young girls approached me.

One evening, a girl dragged her sister to my room, saying she wanted to borrow a book. Her sister came as a "third wheel," so she picked up a book and hid to the side without saying a word, while the other girl kept trying to talk to me. I'm the kind of person who can be very talkative when I'm in a good mood, and before long, I had her sister involved too, making them both very amused. I knew in my heart that she was only doing this because of her sister.

Her older sister was very fair-skinned. Once we got to know each other, she was actually quite approachable. That night, her sister's big, bright eyes kept looking at me, and she would occasionally say a few words, then blush shyly. When another girl mentioned her sister's fiancé, her sister fell silent, seemingly reluctant to talk about it.

I knew the other girl was a little jealous, doing it on purpose, so I fueled the flames, constantly bringing it up. After a while, her sister started to get restless and wanted to go home. I said, "It's so dark, let me take you home.

" After taking the other girl home, I took her sister home. The road was very dark; we were practically walking in the dark. We were very close, our shoulders occasionally brushing. Then her sister took the initiative to tell me about her fiancé: arranged by her family, incompatible, and so on.

In the dark night, it's hard not to be moved when a beautiful girl shares her troubles with you. On a whim, I patted her sister's shoulder. She didn't move, so I put my arm around her. The darkness drives people crazy; I kissed her sister. I realized we'd only known each other for less than four hours. The more reserved a girl is, the more likely she is to cause trouble, I thought to myself as I walked away.

At that time, her sister's engagement was still valid, and I visited her home as a friend of her sister. I'm the kind of person who's easily swayed, but becomes more outgoing when faced with a quiet family, bringing them a lot of laughter during that period.

Her house was very clean, everything was neat and tidy, everything had its place. The furniture was quite old, indicating that the family wasn't well-off. As time went on, I noticed the differences between the three sisters. Her older sister, though quiet, was understanding and never boring. Her younger sister

was just shy, but once you got to know her, she became quite clingy, always competing with her two older sisters. She, on the other hand, was quiet but stubborn, the most difficult to approach. My heart, however, was more focused on her. I often saw her at a distance, her eyes filled with an unconquerable silence, and I wondered what she was thinking. Occasionally, when I mentioned her, she wouldn't respond. She's a rose with thorns, I thought.

The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became. I kept finding excuses to get close to her. She's actually quite shy, and when I pushed her to her limits, she blushed and looked flustered. I secretly felt smug then. After a while, my sisters noticed and were resentful that she attracted more of my attention while maintaining her composure. They joined my side to deal with her until she ended up sitting next to us. During those days, I couldn't let go of any of my sisters; they were all on my mind. Wasn't that being fickle?

You might say, "How old is my sister? Why didn't you let her go?" My sister was only a freshman in high school, and her breasts were only about the size of steamed buns. In the summer, when she wore a t-shirt, the size of her breasts was even more obvious. The key thing is that she was always competing with my sister, and she was so jealous, like my little lover, that I couldn't help but notice.

Oh, I forgot to tell you all, my sister's name is Xiaoying, my sister's name is Xiaorong, and her name is Xiaohui. As for my mother, I don't know. I secretly call her my mother-in-law. Sometimes, my mind is in turmoil. My mother was very beautiful when she was young, and she still looks quite charming now. When I'm close to her, sometimes when she bends over, I have fantasies about her pert buttocks. I'm still a virgin, and I fantasize about many women, sometimes quite wildly.

In this kind of family, I'm a wolf, but I enjoy the treatment of a sheep. I have a refined and scholarly appearance, and everyone is trusting and kind to me, except for her—my Xiaohui.

Back then, I touched her younger sister's breasts, undressed her older sister, and even rubbed against my mother-in-law's full breasts when we were close. Only with her—Xiaohui, I never even touched her hand; her eyes made me afraid.

On the bus to the city, although we sometimes talked, she never sat with me. I knew she was going to the city to attend a tourism bureau training course, and she would be working at a tourist attraction in the second half of the year. I ran to their training location to find her. She stormed down, and when she saw it was me, she said rudely, "What are you doing here?!" I was speechless, feeling both shameless and pathetic.

I was thinking of her, but the sexual urges of a young man are hard to control. She wouldn't let me touch her, and with nowhere to vent my desires, I often acted inappropriately, making advances towards her sisters and even my mother. I guessed she had noticed something, and her attitude towards me became even colder.

I also thought, her sister is nice too, I should cherish our life together. But once I saw her, I couldn't resist. Her figure, her eyes, were a magic to me, a magic that combined desire and love.

I wanted to touch even a scrap of her clothing, and if I could just have a few words with her, that feeling of happiness could last for days. If I didn't see her for a day, I couldn't stop the panic and loss: she was tired of this ambiguous relationship, she was leaving, and she could do it.

But it didn't seem like she was completely heartless towards me. When she looked at me, her eyes were clear and bright, a gaze that penetrated to the very marrow of my soul. When she smiled, she was so beautiful, a smile that flowed from the bottom of her heart. When she was quiet, for whom was that melancholy? Why did her body tremble when our bodies accidentally touched?

In the darkness, she was my everything. Across the stream, I could feel her every move in that house.

Xiao Hui, my devil. Time and again, I hoped she would come to my little house alone someday, and I would love her madly! Time and again, in the dead of night, unable to sleep, I would run to the small bridge, hoping to meet her when she came out alone, and I would tell her everything. But in the darkness, I was just a pitiful ghost.

I hated her deeply, I wanted revenge! I finally had a physical relationship with her sister, Xiao Rong.

It was one day, after dinner, before it got too dark. I was on a rickety deck chair I'd gotten, listening to music, half-asleep. Her sister, Xiao Rong, quietly came in, covering my eyes, her hands very soft. I pulled those hands down to my chest. Her body was pressed against my back, her warm breath near my ear. I savored that moment with ecstasy, eyes closed, then pulled her body into my lap.

As Xiao Rong sat down, a hard, bouncy thing was under her bottom. Xiao Rong, wearing a skirt, almost bounced up instantly. I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, which was easy. I lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and my thing was already between Xiao Rong's legs. A glimpse of hair flashed, but Xiao Rong covered it with her two small hands.

Xiao Rong lay on her back, looking at me, her chest rising and falling. Her face was as red as if it had been burned, and she looked incredibly alluring. I pulled her hands away, and she covered her face with them. My dry, hard, long thing went in, and it stung a little. Xiao Rong cried out, and my thing went in a little more. At this moment, I noticed the door was still open, so I pulled out and went to close it. When I came back, Xiao Rong was sitting on the inside of the bed, her skirt stained with blood.

As I approached Xiao Rong, my thing swaying between my legs, Xiao Rong blushed and glared at me reproachfully. It gave me a powerful, incredibly pleasurable feeling. I pushed Xiao Rong down, and my thing went back in. Xiao Rong's labia were stained with blood, a vibrant red. My thing was slowly being swallowed up. Xiao Rong's legs were tightly clamped together, seemingly resisting my entry. She was crying out, shaking her head, enduring the powerful intrusion.

Finally, my thing was fully inside. Xiao Rong's eyes were wide open, looking at me with a hint of surprise, panting heavily. As I moved, Xiao Rong's eyes closed, her lips clenching tightly. It became increasingly slippery below. Finally, Xiao Rong's mouth opened, like flower petals, trembling slightly.

It felt so good. As my thing was pulled out, the surrounding flesh pushed in, like a guest being seen off, thrusting forward, like the flesh of a soft fruit being torn apart, juices flowing out, the soft flesh being pushed aside. At a certain depth, I felt a surge of pleasure throughout my body, then suddenly pulled back. Xiao Rong, as if she had eaten something spicy, opened and closed her mouth, panting heavily.

Only after I ejaculated hotly did Xiao Rong let out a soft "whimper," weakly turning her head to one side. At that moment, Xiao Rong looked very much like her—Xiao Hui; the two sisters' profiles were quite similar.

I lay down beside Xiao Rong, and after a wonderful sexual encounter, I couldn't help but think of Xiao Hui even more intensely. Her eyes seemed to be looking right in front of me, and an indescribable feeling of sadness and loss permeated my entire body, leaving me sticky and utterly powerless.

(II)

After several days of revelry with Xiao Rong, when I went to her house again, I suddenly had a strange feeling. The atmosphere became very strange. Not only was Xiao Hui coldly silent, but even my mother-in-law and Xiao Ying responded reluctantly. Only Xiao Hui's father, revealing a set of teeth blackened by smoking, smiled gently. As

for Xiao Rong, she openly acted like my girlfriend, getting very close to me, and speaking to me more casually and intimately than before, as if she were demonstrating against her family. I later learned that Xiao Rong had asked her family to break off her previous engagement. Although our relationship wasn't explicitly stated, everyone could guess from her frequent visits to my little house these past few days.

I imagined Xiao Hui would be heartbroken, but her face showed nothing but a faint expression. Xiao Ying, on the other hand, sometimes had a sharp tongue when she talked to me.

The more she acted this way, the less remorse and shame I felt towards Xiao Hui. I became somewhat shameless, often letting Xiao Rong stay overnight at my little house, which eventually led to Xiao Rong breaking up with her fiancé.

Thus, I became Xiao Rong's fiancé, and her mother couldn't refuse such an outcome. As for Xiao Ying, aside from occasional bickering with Xiao Rong, she eventually couldn't keep a straight face after a while because of my teasing. Xiao Hui, however, started to be away from home frequently. I heard she had a companion in the city who lived there often.

I saw Xiao Hui again one night by a small bridge, having drunk some wine and lost in thought. Actually, my heart is entirely with Xiaohui. I've been going crazy without seeing her for so long, which is why I came here, to the stream at night, feeling the breeze.

It's quite late, and there are hardly any people on the road. I was about to head back when I suddenly saw two girls waving goodbye at the bridgehead. One of them crossed the bridge. She got closer and closer; the dim light from the bridge shone on her. It was Xiaohui! My heart pounded, and I called out, "Xiaohui!" My voice was hoarse.

Xiaohui was startled, instinctively raising her hand to her chest. She recognized me, her dark eyes flashed, but she ignored me and silently walked past. My heart ached with pain and sorrow. How many days had it been since I'd seen her! And now she ignored me!

My heart belongs only to her! Ignoring everything else, I rushed forward and grabbed her sleeve: "Xiao Hui!"

She stopped, but didn't turn around. Her cold voice came: "What do you want?"

I froze, then said, "Xiao Hui—you don't know—I, I want to say a few words to you!"

Xiao Hui's voice was still cold, and she flung her sleeve away: "What's there to say? We'll talk about it at home tomorrow!"

I couldn't hold back anymore, my whole body trembling, and finally I shouted: "Xiao Hui! I love you!" My voice sounded like I was crying.

Xiao Hui was silent for a long time, then finally turned her head. In the dim light, her lips were trembling, and her excited trembling voice was tinged with a cold laugh: "You love me? What a joke! It's shameless of you to say that! You slept with my sister! You touched my little sister inappropriately, don't think I didn't know! Humph, you're not human! You even touched my mother!"

I was stunned! The affair with my mother-in-law was very brief, it happened in her house's outhouse. My mother-in-law had just come out from inside, her belt fastened beside her. I happened to go to urinate, and in a moment of impulse, I pushed her against the woodpile, pulled down her pants, and thrust my penis between her legs.

I was so excited that I ejaculated inside her after only ten minutes. My mother-in-law's face turned as red as a cloth; she pulled up her pants and hurriedly left. Less than two minutes later, Xiaohui found out! I stared blankly as tears streamed down Xiaohui's cheeks, my heart turning cold. Xiaohui and I might never be able to—I desperately try not to remember this, sometimes even I think it never happened—but Xiaohui found out!

Xiao Hui left, and I felt utterly weak. The alcohol hadn't bothered me much initially, but my head slowly began to throb, and I became dizzy and disoriented. I staggered back to my lodgings, collapsed onto the bed, and didn't want to get up again. In the days that followed, I felt lightheaded and unreal. For many days, I didn't go to my home across the river. Sometimes I stayed at a classmate's house in the city, drinking, and I lost interest in going to work.

Xiao Rong came to my small room several times but couldn't find me. When she asked around, people said I was in the city. Xiao Hui also frequently went to the city, which made Xiao Rong suspicious. She questioned Xiao Hui,

but Xiao Hui wouldn't explain. Xiao Rong was heartbroken and suspicious, and she fell ill. When I found out, I went to see Xiao Rong. She lay there blankly, ignoring me. I knew I was drifting further and further away from home—but who knew that one day I would be entangled with Xiao Hui again—by then I had been transferred to the city, and Xiao Rong had met a technician who had just been assigned to the mine and they got married.

Because I didn't want to recall the painful memories, I never went to the mine. It's been over a year. Aside from occasionally seeing Xiaoying, who goes to school in the city, carrying her schoolbag, I've rarely seen her family, and I haven't heard from Xiaohui at all. But I haven't forgotten her. I haven't found a girlfriend, and I'm always listless when the topic comes up.

One day, a friend dragged me out for drinks in a private room. Everyone there was an acquaintance, so the drinks went down quickly, and then we started belting out karaoke. Then a girl next door started singing too, and she sang really well, drawing cheers and shouts from the crowd, making it impossible for us to continue.

A friend said, "Let's go see who it is!"

He pulled back a drunken, scarred-faced man, and my friend introduced him with a smile: "Oh, it's Brother Hua next door! No wonder it's so lively!"

Everyone stood up: "Brother Hua, let's have a drink!" Brother Hua was a local gang leader; everyone had heard of him, even if they hadn't met him.

Hua Ge, his eyes squinting from drunkenness, said, "We're all friends—come on—cheers!" He wiped his mouth and added, "I've disturbed everyone's enjoyment, I—I have to apologize!"

Everyone quickly said it was alright, but Hua Ge, still drunk, swayed and said, "I—I'll go get my girl to sing a couple of songs for everyone! To apologize!" He staggered to the next room, and then we heard arguing next door; it seemed the girl was unwilling. After a while, Hua Ge dragged the girl back.

The girl had long hair that hung down, obscuring her face; she looked quite innocent. When I looked up, I was utterly shocked—it was Xiao Hui! Her eyes were bright, and although she was thinner, she was even more charming. She had become Hua Ge's girlfriend!

I had difficulty breathing; a stinging pain spread throughout my body. I couldn't bear to look at her anymore; my nose stung, and I was about to embarrass myself on the spot, but I desperately held back. Xiao Hui spotted me too, her bright eyes flashing for a moment. She stared at me for a second, then turned away, tossed her hair, and looked up again.

I couldn't take it anymore. I said hoarsely to a friend next to me, "I—I'm going out for a bit."

As soon as I left the private room, tears streamed down my face. In the dark corridor, I heard Xiao Hui's singing. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, my heart screaming, "Go back, leave this place!" But my feet felt like they were nailed to the ground. Leaning against the railing, my vision blurred, my chest churning, my throat bitter, my head throbbing with a splitting pain.

I had imagined reuniting with Xiao Hui countless times, never expecting much, always able to face it calmly and composedly. But tonight—tonight's reunion was unbearable!

Xiao Hui—I hate her! I can't hate her. My heart aches, I feel lightheaded, powerless. I can barely breathe, my body is a broken soul. Tonight, that's it. Go back and drink, nothing will happen. I still can't move, I feel like I'm nailed to the spot. I lick my wounds, poking at the most painful spots, wallowing in self-pity like a wounded, stray dog.

Xiao Hui came out, in the living room, saw me in the hallway, stopped, and another wave of hot tears welled up. In that moment, I opened myself up without reservation, tears streaming down my face, looking at her, looking at her, a gaze I could never stop in this lifetime.

No desire, only unspeakable pain and longing. My expression was with my body and soul, and everything in the darkness.

Xiao Hui slowly approached, my heart started beating again, but after she passed by, it cooled, and I still managed to squeeze out a few words: "Why—is it like this?"

Xiao Hui paused, then shook her head vigorously, quickened her pace, and finally ran into the bathroom.

I stumbled home. My peaceful days were shattered, the sky was dark and colorless. Perhaps, all of this is what I have to bear. The pain of my youthful, impetuous years.

A month later, I was drinking alone at a roadside stall, already seven or eight tenths drunk. Four or five motorcycles rumbled by, couples getting off and going next door, arguing loudly.

After a while, the sounds of arguing came from inside, the clattering of bowls and chopsticks. Then a man's rough voice rang out, followed by a loud "smash!" A girl screamed, and a girl collapsed near the doorway. Then a man appeared—it was Brother Hua!

Brother Hua was cursing, "You bitch, I'll teach you how to be a woman!" He kicked her again. My blood rushed to my head, and I grabbed a kitchen knife from the stall and charged.

Brother Hua was surprised for a moment, then yelled, "You little brat, you're asking for trouble, meddling in other people's business?!"

I stood there, trembling, not uttering a sound. Several people in the stall had already picked up weapons, some scoffing. Actually, my mind was blank. I started slashing at people indiscriminately. I didn't even feel the pain when someone hit my back. Someone exclaimed, "This kid's gone mad!"

"We ran into a lunatic today, damn it!"

I don't even remember how they left. I was gripping the knife tightly, trembling with excitement. When Xiaohui came over, I was still not fully conscious, just standing there blankly.

When I got home and checked myself, I had a knife wound on my left hand, a blow to my back, and a cut on my leg, but thankfully the injuries were minor. As Xiaohui cleaned and bandaged me, my chest was still pounding violently. I let her do as she pleased, without saying a word. Afterwards, Xiaohui sat down to the side, head down, without saying a word. I said hoarsely, "Go back."

Xiaohui didn't answer. I suddenly became angry: "Go back! I don't need you to take care of me!" Xiaohui's head shook, and she cried.

My heart ached and I felt exhausted. I stood there for a long time, and then I fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, Xiaohui was there. I felt like I had a chaotic dream, and nothing felt real. The sunlight shone on Xiaohui, revealing a heartbreaking beauty. Everything was similar to before. Xiaohui sat by her window, sunlight bathing half her body, her hair gleaming golden. The silent girl in the sunlight radiated a mysterious glow. An

irresistible tenderness welled up within me, and my heart fluttered. Like a child just awakening, I called out with a yearning for life: "Xiaohui!" I reached out, but my hands were empty.

Xiaohui finally sat down beside me, gently touching my face, which had been worn thin by her love. Happiness brought tears to my eyes: "Xiaohui, forgive me, I really love you."

Xiaohui nestled against me like a feather, her face pressed against my cheek. I gently stroked her long hair, as if afraid to wake her. Xiaohui's silent tears soaked my face, and we stayed like that, embracing each other, for a whole day.

When we got hungry, we made instant noodles. We seemed to have an unspoken understanding, leaving everything outside behind, neither of us mentioning the past. Xiaohui smiled sweetly, while I, happiness made me foolish, constantly lost in thought.

At night, we gazed at each other quietly. I said, "Come closer to me."

Xiaohui smiled and shook her head. I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Holding the baby I cherished most in my life, I breathed in her faint fragrance and murmured, "Xiaohui, I've liked you since I first saw you."

Xiaohui whispered in my ear, "Me too."

A surge of ecstasy welled up inside me. I pulled her face close, staring into her eyes in disbelief and anticipation: "Really?!"

Xiaohui's blushing face seemed to hide, but I caught it, and she finally nodded. I was stunned for a moment, overjoyed. My trembling lips found hers, a trembling touch. Soft and fragrant, the touch sweetened my heart. An indescribable beauty made my body tremble. First, Xiaohui's cool little hand reached behind my neck.

I shuddered, then my frenzied hand slipped into her breast, grasping a warm, soft, and elastic mound of flesh. I squeezed it upwards, leaving only a crown-shaped nipple, and kneaded it. Xiaohui moaned. My fingers flicked it, and it hardened, erect like a small fleshy protuberance, bouncy to the touch. I squeezed it tightly, and Xiaohui let out a soft "hmm" from her nose, kicking her arms and legs. Then,

a frenzy ensued below, Xiaohui writhing, my tearing and pulling. Xiaohui's white body writhed and hid, her round buttocks, straight white thighs, and shy pubic hair making me stare in a daze.

Xiaohui said, "Turn off the light!" Her face was burning red.

But I seemed not to hear her, my fingers clumsily reaching between her legs, the fine black hair shyly covering her, her red lips peeking out. Xiaohui shyly closed her legs, and from below, I could see a blushing line, the pubic hair spreading out on both sides.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I picked up my stick-like thing and brought it towards her. Xiaohui grabbed it with one hand, then quickly let go; my thing was already at the edge of her cleavage. I moved it up and down, searching for a breakthrough. Her labia were parted, tender and soft, and I called out, "Xiaohui!" My body sank down blissfully.

Xiaohui instinctively cried out, "No!" It was already a little inside, blocking the way.

Xiaohui cried out in pain. My face hovered above hers, panting, "What happened?" Xiaohui bit her lower lip and shook me violently.

I straightened my back, feeling a slight pain, but I ignored it and thrust harder, feeling myself penetrate a little further. Xiaohui cried out, her chin flying high. I pulled out and saw a patch of blood between her legs, with a few drops on my penis. Shocked and puzzled, I asked Xiaohui what had happened.

Xiaohui turned her head away and whimpered, "Don't ask."

After pressing her, I learned that Hua Ge had been stabbed a few years ago and was impotent; he had only found a mistress to cover it up. I felt pity for her and held Xiaohui tightly, my heart aching. If I had known she was a virgin, I would have been much gentler. That night, it ended there. Xiaohui nestled obediently in my arms, while I didn't sleep a wink all night.

(III)

Xiaohui sitting there was enough. Just looking at her fills me with a sense of contentment and joy. I carefully circle around her, and Xiaohui sometimes glances at me shyly, asking with a slight smile, "What are you doing?!"

I smile foolishly, wanting to speak, but thinking it's better to remain silent.

Xiaohui's spirit and demeanor are completely self-sufficient; every gesture, whether sitting or standing, is perfectly natural. Sometimes, watching her makes my heart itch, and I want to reach out and hug her. Xiaohui's playful pushes are so gentle and sweet, so adorable, making my heart ache.

These past few days, I've kept her like a treasure hidden in my house, unable to resist running back to check on her every now and then. But as soon as I step outside, a dark cloud hangs over me: Hua-ge won't let us off the hook!

I'd rather go out with Xiaohui; if anything happens, I'm willing to give up everything to protect her. But being alone outside fills me with an overwhelming fear; every moment is tense, my senses constantly expanding outwards. After a while, my mind is utterly exhausted. Only when I got home and saw Xiaohui did my heart relax, and I felt completely drained.

I felt ashamed, but I didn't want to tell Xiaohui. What would she think if she knew how timid and cowardly I was? This state of mind desperately needed comfort. I clung to Xiaohui again and again; only when I held her petite, soft body in my arms did I feel strong again.

Our bodies were practically touching; the slightest touch ignited a fire. After several days of sex, Xiaohui had become particularly sensitive, and I would arouse her quickly. Her body, even slightly pressed against mine, was always burning hot.

Xiaohui said, "What should we do? We're like this—" Her brows furrowed, her little face both helpless and endearing. It was indeed going too far. It seemed like we hadn't done anything else all day, yet we had to do it every so often. Probably more than four or five times a day?

Xiaohui is rather traditional and reserved. Each time, you can only hear her soft breathing. When she can't hold back, she bites her lower lip, sometimes only letting out a couple of "hmm" or "hum" sounds before falling silent. Of course, sometimes she'll let out a sob, which she quickly suppresses, barely audible, intermittent, feeling as if it's being forced out from deep within her, making you feel an uncontrollable, powerful surge of energy.

I like to hold Xiaohui from behind and insert my penis deep inside her. Her legs are closed, pressed tightly against my chest, her delicate back against my chest, her body arched, like a piece of white porcelain, yet warm and alive, like a smooth, soft creature that can make sounds. I whisper in her ear as I slowly thrust in and out. Xiaohui's voice is so alluring, delicate and soft, driving me wild.

Not every girl is suitable for penetration from behind. Some feel awkward even when you manage to insert, or they easily slip out. Xiaohui, with her small body curled up, felt great coming from behind.

Xiaohui liked this position too. I noticed that sometimes when I turned her around, she would naturally lie on her side facing me, my breath brushing against her ear, so tender and caressing. She would lower her head shyly, letting me do as I pleased.

Of course, sometimes we'd try something different, like sitting. She liked to read, and I would take the opportunity to pull her onto my lap, my erection rising. I'd quietly pull down her panties, and she'd be engrossed in her book, absentmindedly resisting my hands.

By the time she realized it, it was too late; my thing was inside her. She gave me a reproachful look, and I held her still. Actually, moving would hurt both of us; her lower area felt tight, dry, and hot. It would get better after sitting for a while, and then she'd become wet. I'd hold her and rock her back and forth, still holding the book—who knows if she was actually reading anything.

This went on for quite a while. Sometimes, when we got tired of staying in the room, I'd pull her up to the roof—a real roof, not a flat balcony. Sitting on the rooftop, it was scorching hot, so I found two things to cushion my weight, hunched over, and looked at the nearby houses and the distant playground.

My room was rented, paid for by the government. It was quite large, with a bathroom, and next to the city's No. 1 Middle School. Every day after school, the road in front of the house was bustling with people, but after that time, it became very quiet. Xiao Hui loved it here.

There was an alley diagonally opposite the house, with a pedestrian bridge from the No. 1 Middle School spanning it. Residents passed underneath, while students walked on the bridge.

Once, I suddenly saw a girl who looked like Xiao Ying walking on the bridge. I asked Xiao Hui, "Is that her?"

Xiao Hui was also nearsighted: "I can't see clearly."

After that, I rarely went up to the rooftop anymore. Xiao Hui seemed unwilling for Xiao Ying to see us. I always wondered why Brother Hua hadn't come looking for us, until one time I ran into the friend I had been drinking with on the street. I learned that Brother Hua had been stabbed to death by three thirteen or fourteen-year-old thugs. This kind of thing happened every few years in this small town, and it was rare for the gang leader to escape unscathed.

After worrying for so long, I felt much relieved. When I told Xiaohui, she remained silent, not saying anything. But I could tell she seemed quite sad; she didn't say much all day. Actually, I felt a pang of sadness, after all, Xiaohui had been with him for so long. I wanted to see her reaction, but since she didn't speak, I remained silent too.

That night, Xiaohui snuggled into my arms again. I put my arm around her shoulder, unsure how to begin, and finally asked dryly, "Are you still thinking about him?"

Xiaohui shook her head against my chest. After a long pause, she said, "Brother Hua, he—he's quite loyal sometimes. When I was a tour guide, someone bullied me, and he saved me."

There's always a good side to being together. I don't care about Xiaohui's past. But her calling out "Brother Hua" made my heart ache. I just don't know what she's thinking, what feelings she's hiding that I don't know about. Was she sad because of Brother Hua because she didn't talk to me during the day?

That night, Xiaohui wasn't in the mood, and I didn't force her. But the next day, Xiaohui got up and said she wanted to be alone. My heart ached: Was it really worth it for Brother Hua? I didn't know what to say, my expression was indifferent, and I saw her off at the station. Watching her back, I suddenly felt so sorry for Xiaohui.

I thought about her frantically, and I wanted to see her that night, but something was always blocking my way. I hoped that Xiaohui would come back because she missed me. I forced myself to stay like this, and later it turned into a stubborn refusal. I thought about her frantically every day, and I stubbornly refused to see her.

I don't know why. Maybe I wanted to test how long Xiaohui could endure without me. I was obsessed with the feeling of hurting her, imagining the day she would rush into my arms, tears streaming down her face. Then, I would drop everything to cherish her, care for her, and love her. But it never happened. I even doubted whether she loved me. I was haggard and heartless.

One day, walking down the street with my head down, I heard Xiao Hui's voice. I looked up excitedly, only to see Xiao Ying on the school's overpass, laughing and giggling with another girl. I smiled weakly, but Xiao Ying was very excited, shouting something I couldn't understand.

After that, I often saw Xiao Ying crossing the bridge, sometimes with one girl, sometimes with several. She would look my way, and the girls would smile and say something to her. Her face would turn red, and she would reach out to hit them.

Once, I saw her again. Xiao Ying shouted something at me. I went over, only to see her climb down the railing. Below the railing was a steep slope. This girl, though not talkative in front of strangers, is quite wild.

Xiao Ying, flushed and panting, ran up to me, sweat beading on her nose: "Do you live here?" I hummed in response. In just over a year, Xiao Ying had grown a lot; her short hair reached her ears, her chest was full, and her waist was slender, almost covering my eyebrows.

I asked, "Where's Xiao Hui?"

Xiao Ying said, "She's at home." Then, excitedly, she raised her little face: "Where do you live? Let's go see! Let's go see!"

She took my arm, and I reluctantly went to her room. As soon as Xiao Ying reached the door, seeing how clean it was inside, she stood there dumbfounded and asked, "Do I need to take off my pants?"

I was stunned, not quite understanding. Xiao Ying realized her mistake first, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. She meant to ask, "Do I need to take off my shoes?" but misspoke.

Instead of blaming herself, she kept hitting me, and I couldn't help but laugh and pant: "Hey! Hey! What's going on?!" I tried to push her away, but Xiao Ying buried her head in my chest and fell silent.

I felt a warm, soft sensation all over my body, and my chest felt squishy and tender. I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. Xiao Ying pouted, her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she glanced at me shyly. In the past, seeing her like this, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist taking liberties with her. But now I felt a little guilty. I went into the house first, then turned back and said, "Don't take off your shoes, come in."

Xiao Ying seemed to have entered a very strange place, asking about this and pointing to that. She sat on the rattan chair and lay down on the bed. After a while, she bent over in front of the bookshelf, her slender waist curving like a snake, her little bottom sticking out towards me.

To be honest, I'm quite interested in little girls. Her unguardedness, even a hint of seduction, made me hard-pressed. I forced myself to hold back and urged, "Don't you want to go to class?"

Xiao Ying replied casually, "I'm skipping PE!"

I said, "Isn't that inappropriate?"

Xiao Ying pouted, "As long as you're a girl, you can just tell the teacher you're not feeling well, and the teacher won't care."

I didn't quite grasp what she meant and asked, "Why?"

Xiao Ying blushed slightly, "Girls sometimes have 'that,' you know, how can a male teacher ask?"

I exclaimed in surprise, "You—?!" I was so used to her when she was little that I wasn't used to her having this kind of "right."

Xiao Ying's nonchalant expression said, "What's wrong? Can't I?" Her little chest puffed out.

Ugh! I actually started talking about this with her. Sitting down, I said, "Okay, okay! I'm not going to talk about this anymore."

Xiao Ying still stood there, seemingly unconvinced. I raised my hands in surrender. She finally smiled and then spotted the bathroom, wanting to take a shower. I found her hard to get rid of, so I waved her off.

Xiaoying went inside, asking where this was and how to do that, and started washing, still talking to me in there. I ignored her in a huff and picked up a book to read.

Xiaoying then poked her head out, revealing her white skin, which startled me. After calming down, I realized she had hidden her breasts behind the wall, only her head, neck, and upper body showing, and she was grinning mischievously. I scolded her, but she said, "It's because you ignored me, so I scared you a little."

Is that how you scare someone? Anyway, she really messed me up.

Xiaoying came out soaking wet, and I said, "Okay, you've showered, it's time to go back to school!"

Xiaoying was barefoot, leaving footprints with each step, and she grinned mischievously, "You seem afraid of me?" She moved closer, wrapping her thin arms around my neck, her thin shirt revealing wet nipples that made it hard to look. I didn't manage to pull away immediately, and she was clinging to me.

Life is so unpredictable. When I heard the door open and turned to look, my neck was still wrapped in Xiaoying's arm. I just stood there, dumbfounded, staring into Xiaohui's bright black eyes, frozen and unsure how to react.

Xiaohui's eyes were wide open, filled with surprise and uncertainty, then a look of sadness and pain crossed her face. Her face was blank for a moment, then twisted and turned away, her body following. I saw Xiaohui's back running away. I snapped out of my daze, my heart clenching. I pushed Xiaoying away and chased after her. "

Xiaohui! Xiaohui! It's not like that! Listen to me, how much I miss you!" I screamed in my heart. After turning two flights of stairs, I only caught a fleeting, sorrowful glance at Xiaohui as she turned back. Her hair, her clothes, her back—everything was gone. I didn't see her. She wasn't in the city, she wasn't at her home. She had vanished.

How can I put it? Life is sometimes like a drama, leaving no chance to explain misunderstandings. Xiaohui left with a wounded heart, and that part is what hurts me the most. I didn't think too much about myself, but I kept wondering how Xiaohui had left this city step by step, where she went, and how she was doing now.
Six
months later, I received a letter from Xiaohui. She had gone to Guangdong and was working as a tour guide for a travel agency. In the letter, she described in detail everything there: work, life, entertainment, happiness, troubles, and so on.

After my initial elation, I calmly wrote her a long letter, explaining everything in detail and expressing my longing for her. I knew deeply that I would never love anyone else but her.

While waiting for her reply, I didn't toss and turn or feel anxious. Because I knew: what's meant to be yours will be yours, and what's not, fate will take away.

Finally, when all hope was lost, I received her reply. The letter contained only five words: "I forgive you—"

[The End]

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