True love

I went to Yiwu very frequently during that period. I met her in the Jinhua chat room on QQ. Following the principle of casting a wide net and selecting carefully, I waited there. I can't remember how she ended up on my QQ friend list; the only impression is that we occasionally chatted—because we had similar jobs. Our conversations covered a wide range of topics, from stall owners in the Yiwu trade market to the ears of Van Gogh and Beethoven, even Freud's brain—we talked about anything and everything. From this, I came to the conclusion that she was an intelligent and cultured girl, worth meeting.
We chatted on and off for four or five months, becoming quite familiar with each other. I told her I was coming to Yiwu soon and got her phone number. I asked if she should show me some hospitality, and she said she'd treat me to roasted sweet potatoes from the stall near her apartment complex. She said they were incredibly fragrant, and in the dead of winter, they were so warm and cozy, like a little stove. Hehe, but I had to pay (cute girl, I thought). So, I gave her the nickname "Sweet Potato Beauty," which made her both happy and annoyed. In fact, at that time, I knew nothing about her height, weight, age, or appearance. I knew that in a city like Yiwu, finding a girl who knew Van Gogh, Beethoven, and Freud was far more difficult than finding a beautiful woman. (Brothers in Yiwu, please don't scold me. This is just my personal opinion, and I still hold this view.)
After arriving in Yiwu and finishing my work early, I called her. "Hey, sweet potato seller, are you busy?"
"Oh, hehe, it's you! How did I become a sweet potato seller?" (A burst of bell-like laughter)
"Hehe, are you free? I'm hungry, I'd like you to treat me to some sweet potatoes."
"Haha, I get off work in about 45 minutes. Where are you?"
"Summer Palace."
"How decadent! You live in Summer Palace? Wait for me in the lobby, I'm not far from you."
"See you."
The voice on the phone was crisp and sweet, capable yet shy. I guessed she wouldn't be an unattractive girl, so I was relieved. (That guy I hate the most, Xun Ge, once said: "I've always been willing to speculate about Chinese people with the worst malice. And I've always been willing to speculate about the appearance of girls I've never met with the worst malice.")
Waiting always seems incredibly long. After finishing a steaming cup of coffee at the Summer Palace's Western restaurant, I realized only half an hour had passed. So, I ordered a 555 cigarette and gazed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows at the rickshaw drivers waiting for passengers in the cold wind, feeling a pang of sadness. Every now and then, beautiful women walked by, and I gave them blank stares.
A taxi stopped, and the back door opened with difficulty. A pair of brown leather boots with high heels emerged, followed by long, slightly wavy black hair, simply tied in a ponytail. Her forehead was shiny, and she wore light makeup. Her features were exquisitely refined, especially her eyes—the kind that crinkle when she smiles, exactly my type. She wore a dark brown suede mini-skirt, ending about a fist's width above the knee, a fitted beige turtleneck sweater, and a light brown plaid trench coat, carrying a small beige bag matching the sweater. A woman with impeccable taste in her clothes, a truly captivating sight, stood out like a crane among chickens in a city like Yiwu.
A waiter came to change my ashtray, and at the same time, my phone rang. It was "Sweet Potato Beauty": "Hello, I've arrived at Yihe Restaurant."
"Hey, so fast! I'm in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the Western restaurant." I replied, fiddling with the ash from my 555 cigarette as I told her my location.
"Are you wearing a black sweater, short hair, and glasses?"
"How did you know?"
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman staring directly at me from the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw her smiling shyly at me. Then, she waved her phone, pointing at me, then at herself.
My heart pounded wildly. What had I done to deserve such a favor from heaven?
I gave her a surprised look, immediately stood up, and beckoned her in. To be honest, I've met quite a few decent girls, but she's the only one with such great physical attributes. She's so good that it makes me feel inferior. Yiwu truly is a city that loves to surprise people.
A minute later, she sat opposite me, smiling shyly. This close contact not only made my heart race but also left me parched. I'm sure everyone has had the experience of meeting a beautiful woman; I'm too clumsy with words to describe it.
I asked her for a juice and got myself a glass of water, then started teasing her to break the awkwardness of our first meeting.
"Your brown outfit really makes you look like something."
"Oh, what thing?" (She calls it something instead of something; since she's so playful, I'll be playful too.)
I gestured that I wanted to whisper something to her, and she naturally leaned forward, bringing her head closer. I saw her ears clearly—refined and clean, a dazzling white, with tiny downy hairs that looked especially cute.
"Roasted sweet potato, haha."
"You..." She looked very angry, "Have you ever seen such a beautiful roasted sweet potato? Humph—" She persisted.
"Of course not, I've lived for 28 years and I didn't even know there were such beautiful roasted sweet potatoes in the world."
"Humph..." Still puffed up.
"Just kidding, don't be angry, haha—" He paused, then said very seriously, "But you are indeed very beautiful, not flattery, I'm stating the facts."
Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, her face flushed red, and she seemed a little flustered.
As if suddenly remembering something, she asked, "Didn't you say you were hungry? Do you want to eat roasted sweet potato?"
"Hehe, okay, I'll eat you then."
"Sigh—you... if you keep this up, I'm leaving." The beautiful woman was very embarrassed by me. "Can't you tell it's a joke? Hmm, I am a little hungry. Shall we head out now?"
"Hehe—" The mischievous girl opened her small bag and pulled out two roasted sweet potatoes wrapped in plastic bags, placing them on my table. "Eat up, hee hee."
I was dumbfounded. This... eating roasted sweet potatoes in a hotel's Western restaurant... a first for me.
"Ahem—can...can't I take them upstairs to eat in my room?"
"Then take them upstairs. I'm going back. By the way, these two roasted sweet potatoes cost 4 yuan, you pay." She noticed my embarrassment and gloated over her prank.
"Then let's eat here, who's afraid of who!" I couldn't send this beautiful girl away for noodles.
Opening the plastic bag, a fragrant aroma wafted out, filling the entire Western restaurant with a rustic scent. A waiter came over and said: "Sir, we don't allow outside food here." Hehe, I said I'd buy some if you could provide this, but nothing came of it.
I took a bite and smelled it—it smelled amazing! I hadn't eaten anything like this in years. Under her smiling gaze, I put it in my mouth. Steaming hot, it tasted especially good in this cold winter. Then I gave her another piece, and she exclaimed, "Wow! It's so hot! How can I eat this?" I said, "My skin is thick; I'm not afraid of getting burned." So, under the pretext of not wanting her delicate skin to get hurt, I tore off pieces of roasted sweet potato and held them directly to her lips. She hesitated at first, then blushed and ate them. After a few rounds like this, she took my service for granted, her hands on the table like a child in class. Every time I handed her a piece, she shrugged, leaned forward, and opened her sexy little mouth to eat it—a very playful posture, really cute. It made my heart flutter back to the time of my first love.
A foreigner in his fifties at the next table, whether attracted by the aroma of the roasted sweet potato or disapproving of my feeding method, glanced in my direction. On a whim, I asked him, "Would you like to try some?" He replied, "Oh, yes, that's very kind of you, thank you." I was both amused and exasperated, and shared one with him. It seems the allure of roasted sweet potatoes is truly irresistible, even to the beautiful girl across from me.
Soon, the sweet potato was gone. At that moment, I regretted giving it to the foreigner; otherwise, I could have fed the pretty girl more. So, I said to her regretfully, "I realize I've done something incredibly stupid." I then gestured towards the foreigner with my mouth. The clever girl understood what I meant and deliberately burped, saying, "I'm full."
After sitting for a while longer, we became even more comfortable with each other. I had met a good match—a lively and well-read girl—who made it easy to find common ground. (As an aside, I rarely go to bathhouses or saunas to find prostitutes. I've always believed that purely physical release always leaves a strange emptiness afterward. However, the physical and mental pleasure during a "pleasure session" is something you can't experience in any sauna. Physical penetration is just the result; 70% of the pleasure lies in the process, especially with high-quality women. With them, physical desires drop to a minimum, replaced by a desire to explore their lives and their attitude towards you. For example, a girl's mischievous nature, her personality intertwined with innocence and lust—for me, seeing a girl wearing my shirt, showing her thighs, and eating breakfast in a room with a serious expression is definitely more exciting than her stripping naked and spreading her legs.)
When I left, the foreigner at the next table politely thanked me repeatedly, adding, "You lucky guy, your girlfriend is pretty nice." To my surprise, she replied directly, "Thank you, but I am his..." Auntie. (Thank you, but I'm his auntie.) I was truly stunned.
Upon arriving at the lobby, I paid the deposit for extending my stay at the front desk. Looking up at the clock, it was 7 o'clock. I asked her where she was going. One side was the hotel entrance, the other the elevator to the room. She tilted her head, bit her finger, and thought for a moment before saying, "Going to eat, to really squeeze some money out of my nephew."
Just as I was about to hail a taxi, she said she wanted to take a tricycle, saying, "It's so cold, those tricycle drivers have it tough. Let's give them some business." I was speechless. What could I do but nod? Because of the cold, she started shivering shortly after getting in the tricycle. I naturally pulled her close, took her delicate, boneless hand, and put it in my coat pocket. She didn't resist. Everything felt natural, didn't it?
Dinner was simple. In Yiwu's central business district, we found a restaurant that looked nice and went in. I wasn't ripped off too badly; four dishes and a soup for a little over 100 yuan. During dinner, we chatted more freely. She was 23, from Jiangsu, and worked at her uncle's trading company in Yiwu after graduating from university.
After dinner, we strolled aimlessly through the central business district. She linked her arm with mine, and even through my coat, I could feel her breasts rubbing against my arm. Her hands were still in my coat pockets, and we walked like a couple. Passing a bar, I suggested we go in for a few drinks to warm up. She said she could only drink half a glass of beer, but we went in anyway. I ordered
two Black Labels, but the bartender poured two glasses in wine glasses. Good heavens, who owns this bar? Were these employees even trained? After visiting so many bars, I'd never encountered a bar that served whiskey in a wine glass! I asked the bartender if they had any old-fashioned glasses, and they replied, "I don't know what an old-fashioned glass is." I almost spat blood on the bar. I ended up going to the bar myself and finding an old-fashioned glass to use.
Perhaps finding it novel, she spent a long time browsing the drink menu before ordering a Long Island Iced Tea (this shows she rarely goes to bars; as everyone knows, this cocktail, despite its name, has absolutely nothing to do with tea and is incredibly strong). When the drink arrived, the first sip almost brought her to tears, and she immediately ordered a glass of water to rinse her mouth. Heh heh... Finally, she exclaimed that the bar had ripped her off. So, I told her that the drink was made with gin, tequila, rum, vodka, and orange liqueur, along with other ingredients—its strength was to be expected. She was surprised by my knowledge of alcohol, and I didn't hide anything, explaining everything. While I don't have a deep understanding of other things, I'm confident I could easily be a bartender when it comes to alcohol.
I ordered her another Baileys Irish Cream. Hehe, she was happy now. They even have coffee and chocolate flavored liqueurs! She seemed to like it. (A word of advice to everyone: based on my experience, most girls love Baileys. It's so much more effective at getting people drunk than beer. It tastes great, but the alcohol content is around 17%, and most girls can't handle two glasses.)
We played dice together again. She was even better at talking big than me, because I often play this with friends at karaoke. But my alcohol tolerance is what it is; after one Baileys, I was already quite tipsy. So, I held her and watched Tom and Jerry on the bar's projector. My arms were around her waist, and I could feel the warmth of her lower abdomen through her thin sweater. Seeing that she didn't react much, I slipped my hand inside. It was warm and smooth, like touching a piece of Hetian jade. My little brother immediately looked up, and I felt a bit ashamed of myself. We didn't say anything, just watched the projector, occasionally bursting into laughter. By the time she finished her second Bailey's, she was already drunk, weakly breathing into my ear, "Let's go back." Strange, why does a beautiful woman smell so good even when she's drunk?
I rubbed my face against her earlobe, then mischievously tickled her stomach, causing her to squirm a bit. "Let's go," I said, finishing my second double Black Label.
I carried her back to the hotel. At the elevator, we coincidentally ran into the foreigner who had eaten our roasted sweet potatoes. I could only awkwardly explain to him, "My aunt is drunk." He pressed the elevator button for me, and as he exited, he gave me a sly smile and said, "Take care of your little girlfriend, good night." Damn, what a sly foreigner.
She was drunk, truly drunk, but quietly so. Her long eyelashes looked exceptionally beautiful and alluring under the bedside lamp. I removed her coat and boots, revealing a body beneath her thin sweater that no man could resist. Her long, slender yet voluptuous legs were crossed, and her full breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her breath. I gently covered her with the blanket, changed into a hotel bathrobe, and leaned against the headboard, quietly gazing at this beauty I was about to possess. To my discerning eye, her body was flawless. I moved closer, closer still. The visual impact of her small, white earlobes was unparalleled. I greedily inhaled the scent of her neck; there was no perfume, but her very faint feminine fragrance almost made me lose control.
A gentleman takes things in a proper way. I am lustful, that's for sure, but I am not lewd or base. I slipped into the covers, held her in my arms, placed my hand on her warm, soft abdomen, and just like that, gazing at her, like I would a girlfriend, I fell asleep.
She woke up around midnight. Her movement woke me too. She remained quietly nestled in my arms, silent for a few minutes before suddenly exclaiming, "You big pervert! You've taken all your clothes off?!" "
I'm wearing this bathrobe, what's there to be naked about? Besides, look at yourself, you're not missing a single hair. I haven't touched anything."
"Hmph, at least you have some humanity."
Her serious face instantly turned into a mischievous one, and she tried to tickle me. But I'm immune to tickling. She looked disappointed. Haha, well, you can't escape now. I tickled her all over, making her tremble and pant. "No more, no more, I'm going to take a shower."
"How about we shower together?" My eyes lit up.
"Hmph, no, you go wash first." Her face turned serious again, then she added, "My head still hurts a little, I'll lie down for a while longer, you wash first."
I never have the habit of making things difficult for people, so since it wasn't possible, I washed myself first, giving my little brother several washes, telling it, "You'd better behave well when dealing with a beautiful woman." Hehe...

When I came out, I saw she had also changed into a bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV. Seeing me come out, she smiled and stretched out her arms, saying, "Come here, give me a hug, let Auntie smell if I smell good." What a cute and mischievous girl! With such a good thing, this wolf wouldn't hesitate to pounce on her like a wolf, groping her all over, filling her arms with warmth, haha... Not long after, she said breathlessly, "Auntie wants to take a nice bath too, wait a minute, be good." I was truly defeated by her. I gave her pink, perky buttocks a good pinch and let her into the bathroom.
Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, his little brother felt incredibly excited; its hardness was quite impressive. He glanced at his phone on the bedside table—00:30. He checked his wallet next to the phone…wait, something's wrong! Where's my thick wad of RMB? How come there are only a few bills left?! He'd just withdrawn 1500 this afternoon. The coffee and juice at the Western restaurant were included in the room rate, so he hadn't used cash. Dinner cost 100, the bar 200, and…nothing major. He should have 1200 left, so how come there's only 400?!
Could it be her?! Damn, no way! My head was spinning. No wonder she wouldn't shower with me earlier; she was up to something while I was showering! Pah! I thought I'd found a saintly woman. Turns out she's just a pretty prostitute. If she wanted 800, she should have just said so. Did she think I couldn't afford it? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. My little brother instantly went limp. If I'm going to sleep with a prostitute, I'll sleep with an honest one. I have no interest in this kind of low-class woman!
I sprawled on the bed, recalling her behavior. I really couldn't believe it. Could such a girl really be this kind of person? I thought about it again carefully. That's right, she only spent 300. No other expenses. Her wallet was in my pocket the whole time. If she lost money, it would all be gone, not 400 left.
The water stopped in the bathroom. Two minutes later, she came over, still wet. Normally, I would cherish the sight of a beautiful woman emerging from the bath, but now, I was too angry to even look at her.
"Sit." She seemed to sense my displeasure and obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?"
"There's something I can't figure out."
"Hmm?"
"Are you having any difficulties? I mean financially."
"Hmm? No." She fell silent, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
"Um... my wallet is missing 800 yuan, and I'm a little confused." I managed to get the words out.
A moment of silence.
"You think I took it?!" A smart girl understands immediately.
"No... I don't care about 800 yuan, it's just that its inexplicable disappearance is very strange." I felt a little guilty.
"How would I know where it went?!" Her voice trembled with tears, and her eyes began to well up.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, but I really can't remember." After saying that, I went over to hug her.
"Let go of me! What do you take me for?" She suddenly stood up, dodging me, and her sobs instantly turned into tears streaming down her pretty face.
I started to regret it. I really didn't want to believe that such a beautiful girl would do such a thing, but the disappearance of my 800 yuan was indeed a bit suspicious.
"I'm sorry, baby, I was wrong. I must have spent it myself. I know you're not that kind of person. Please forgive me, okay? Don't cry, smile, okay?" My heart softened, but my words failed me. I couldn't find the words to calm her down, and I was filled with frustration.
The sobbing gradually subsided. She took her clothes and went to the bathroom. I knew she was leaving. Tonight, I was destined to sleep alone.
"Baby, don't go. I know I hurt you. Please forgive me. I swear I believe you! Please don't go!"
When she came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, her face was icy. I knew that nothing I said would make a difference.
"Before I leave, I'll give you a chance to check my bag." She was quite frightening when she calmed down.
"She's really leaving? She can't forgive me?" I was desperate.
"Do you want to see?"
"No need to see, I trust you, please don't leave."
"Okay, goodbye." As she said this, she bit her lip.
With a slam of the door, I collapsed onto the bed. I had finally paid the price for my suspicions.
Three minutes later, I bounced back up. Damn it, it's almost 1 a.m., it's too unsafe to let a girl go home alone. I have to take her home no matter what, even if it's just to call a taxi and follow her.
I ran to the elevator, no one was there. I went down to the lobby, still no one. I asked the receptionist, who said no one had gone out. "Content filtered," I cursed myself. I found the missing 800 yuan. It was just the deposit for extending my stay. Damn your mother at the front desk! I was so regretful, I was kicking myself.
I called her, but her phone was off. I sat quietly in the lounge area opposite the front desk, lighting another 555 cigarette. My mind was a mess, filled with her image and voice, her pouting lips when she was deliberately angry, her soft little hand in my pocket, the tearful smile as she sipped her Long Island Iced Tea, and that adorable expression when she said, "Let Auntie hug me." I'm such a jerk! Have I ever seen a prostitute who earns 800 yuan work so diligently, staying from 5 pm to midnight? A girl of her caliber could easily earn more than 800 yuan just working as a hostess at any nightclub. Just as the
555 was burning my fingers, the sound of a woman's high heels echoed from afar, sounding particularly jarring in the midnight lobby. It was her, coming out of the lobby restroom. At the same time, she saw me too.
I quickly walked over. Since she couldn't stay, at least I had to take her home; that would make me feel better.
"I can go home by myself."
Found her. I paid the deposit for extending my stay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I only remembered when I saw the front desk while chasing you down. "
Hmph, so what?"
"Give me a chance to make amends. I know you're leaving, please let me take you home. It's so late, I'm worried about you going home alone." I looked at her sincerely.
Silence, clearly she was considering it. She stared intently into my eyes, as if trying to pierce my cornea.
"Do you treat every girl like this?"
"No, you're an exception, so I want to put a perfect end to our imperfect ending."
She chuckled: "Since you made such a serious mistake, shouldn't you give me a rose to apologize and make amends?" "Of course, I'll go buy one first thing tomorrow morning."
"Hmph, no sincerity. Who wants roses tomorrow?"
"Now?"
"Of course."
"My dear lady, it's 1 a.m., what flower shop is open at this hour?"
"I don't care, if I can't afford it, I'll go home alone."
"Wait, if I give you a rose, will you stay tonight?" I suddenly realized I could easily grant her this wish. Heaven is on my side.
"Fine, let's see what magic tricks you can pull!" She looked down on me, thinking I couldn't produce what she wanted.
"It's a promise, pinky swear."
"Come to the room with me."
"It's a deal, pictures and plastic ones don't count."
"Don't worry, it's definitely not a picture, and it won't be plastic." After saying that, I took her little hand again and went up the elevator.

In the room,
"I sincerely apologize for my recklessness, please forgive me." I placed a crystal glass rose in front of her. (This was a sample I got from a crystal craft factory in Pujiang during the day, heaven knows it would come in handy in this situation. Friends from other provinces may not know that Pujiang is known as the crystal capital, and these kinds of trinkets are everywhere.)
She stared blankly at the rose, her eyes seemed to be getting wet again. After a while, she punched my shoulder with her little hand and said coquettishly, "Hmph, it's crystal, you're so cheeky." After saying that, she pouted her sexy and cute little mouth.
"Isn't crystal good? It won't rot or spoil." Without saying anything more, I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips tightly against hers.
A slight resistance was followed by a passionate response. Her nimble little tongue entwined with mine—so soft, so warm. My tongue involuntarily plucked at her sweet saliva. Her body began to soften, collapsing into my arms, trembling intermittently. I knew she wouldn't leave again.
My lips roamed between her lips, her eyes, her earlobes, her fragrant neck, slowly lifting her sweater and pressing it against her lower abdomen. She trembled violently, pressing her hands against my head, as if encouraging me to continue. I laid her on the bed, carefully licking her silky back with my tongue, then casually unhooked her light yellow bra, my hands reaching into her breasts, cupping her adorable little white breasts as if afraid they might mischievously escape. The small cherries gradually hardened and perked under my caresses, her trembling growing stronger with each touch…
The stockings were gone, the skirt was gone, and the white panties had slipped down to her ankles. What remained was a flawless, white body, so white, so delicate, so irresistible. I gently removed her small hand covering her sparse pubic hair and kissed it, while my other hand slowly caressed the soft, breathtaking inner thigh. I opened her legs, and with the help of her bodily fluids, I entered her body. My hard penis was tightly enveloped, hotly enveloped, without a single gap, not even a breath of air could get in. I felt as if I were floating on clouds.
Slowly, I thrust hard, and softly, she moaned weakly. As my pace quickened, her moans of pleasure began to erupt. I thrust in and out, oblivious to everything, until the moment she stiffened and went limp for the second time. After a shudder, her still-undulating breasts were covered with my marks, and the dewdrops on her tender pubic hair were scattered everywhere.
We bathed together, and I admired her body to my heart's content. She was 165cm tall, with perfectly proportioned breasts, each topped with a small, delicate nipple—perfect. Her buttocks were pert, short and round, unlike the angularity typical of many Eastern women. Her back and hips formed a perfect curve, revealing her feminine curves even when she stood barefoot. I couldn't resist becoming erect again, and we made love standing behind her.
That night, I held her as we slept, her warmth and fragrance filling my arms. With such a woman, what more could a husband ask for? No dreams, no regrets.
In the morning, we woke up together. She playfully wore my shirt, her legs bare, to wash her face and brush her teeth. Seeing this innocent and adorable girl bouncing around the room, my blood began to boil again. I ordered breakfast and brought it to the room. Holding her in my arms as I ate, my erection started to hurt. She playfully pretended to be engrossed in her croissant while soothing my little brother, "Little brother, are you hungry? Do you want some milk bread?"
Completely defeated by her, my little brother had no interest in milk bread and could only seek comfort inside her. This time, she paid the price for her mischief; afterwards, she lay on the bed for a long time without moving.
It was almost 10 o'clock, and the factory driver would be picking me up soon. She carefully folded my clothes and put them in my suitcase, looking like a domestic little woman. I felt both pity and love for her.
"I was late for work today, I'm sure my uncle will yell at me, you bad boy."
"Oh, damn it, I promise I won't let you be late next time."
"A next time?! You're so annoying."
"I promise there will be a next time, unless you don't want to see me."
"Hmm... then next time you have to give me real roses."
"Okay, sure, I promise they'll be 100% fresh."
Since meeting her, I feel like I've fallen into a bottomless abyss of happiness. For this little lover, I started frequently traveling between Yiwu and my city. Although it was tiring, I was happy and couldn't extricate myself. The longer I spent with her, the less I wanted to leave this beauty. She truly fulfilled a man's fantasy of a lady in the living room, a housewife in the kitchen, and a slut in the bedroom. And she was extremely good to me, always thinking of me. Knowing I had a girlfriend, she never called or texted me, only left messages on QQ.
My worst fears came true. When my fiancée and mother angrily complained that I was away from home four weekends a month, I knew I had gone too far—I had fallen in love with her.
If I weren't already engaged, I think I really would have married her. After her college boyfriend went abroad, she felt there was no hope in maintaining the relationship. I was her first and only affair. At first, there wasn't any particular reason; it was simply that my education, conversation, and appearance suited her taste. Later, she gradually discovered how good I was to her and started treating me as her new long-distance boyfriend.
Many small business owners in Yiwu were pursuing her, but she dismissed them all as country bumpkins. Brothers in Yiwu, I don't know what to say.
This April, I got married. A week before the wedding, I made a special trip to Yiwu and spent two days with her.
"I...I'm getting married."
"...Really? Congratulations...Is the bride pretty?"
"Not as pretty as you."
"Hmm..."
"We've been engaged for a long time, so...I won't be able to visit you as often anymore."
"...That's understandable. Once you're married, you should settle down and take care of your family." She turned her back, and I clearly saw tears silently streaming down her face. "I...I recently met a small business owner who makes metal products. He's a nice guy, and just as smooth-talking as you. Maybe he's a good choice." "
..."
"What's wrong?"
"Can I hug you?" I choked up.
She obediently snuggled into my arms; this was the last time I hugged her.
The moment I left her house, I sent her a text message: I'm afraid of falling in love with you, so I'm leaving you. You must be happy.
Seeing that the text message had been sent, I removed the battery from my phone, replaced the SIM card, and threw the one with her number out the car window. My eyes must have been red.
Right, her name was Qing'er.

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