Girlfriend moaning could be heard coming from the bathroom.

Once a woman becomes addicted to the internet, it's like a speeding train without brakes!

Even now, I still can't believe what's happening! My girlfriend, a
girl who loved me so deeply, so innocent and kind, actually chose to leave me for a beautiful lie from an online friend that couldn't be verified, and so resolutely
, so without a trace of mercy…

Let's call her Minping. I met Minping in March 2003, a time of vibrant spring sunshine.
Soon after meeting her, I had the thought of spending my life with her, a feeling I
had never experienced with any other girl before. I can't even describe how good she was to me, how considerate she was, how caring she was, and how much she extended her
love for my family to them.

She was a good girl! Sometimes so good that I couldn't imagine it, couldn't believe it was real. At that time, I felt I
had found the kindest girl in the world; with her by my side for life, I would have no regrets. I remember one morning she woke up and
said her head felt heavy and painful. I touched her forehead; it was a little hot.

I said, "You must have caught a cold. Didn't you cover yourself with a blanket last night?" Her reply then and there I'll never forget
: "It's probably because I wasn't covered. I felt so cold last night. I saw you'd rolled up all the blankets. I
wanted to pull them back a little, but you were sleeping so soundly, and I was afraid I'd wake you if I pulled them back, so
I just endured it until dawn."

That's how much she loves me. She hates injections and medicine, but a cold definitely requires medication. I never imagined she'd rather
catch a cold herself to do what she dreads most—take medicine—than disturb my sleep in the slightest.

Every time I'm online or watching TV, she does one thing consistently—she takes out a stool
and sits beside me, silently cleaning my ears, very meticulously and carefully. If I say where it itches,
before my hand even reaches the spot, her hand is already scratching it. After scratching, she applies some anti-itch powder or sprinkles some
medicated oil.

She takes care of me in every other detail of life. To be honest, I've always
wondered how such a wonderful girl could exist in the world, and how I could have actually met her.

But everything has two sides; the better she treated you while you were together, the more heartbroken you were when you broke up.

She was an accountant, and before she met me, her knowledge of computers was limited to typing and spreadsheets. Later, she saw
me playing games like Big Two, Upgrading, and billiards at the Chinese gaming center. At that time, she didn't know how to play any of these games,
but gradually she developed an interest as she watched. She then asked me to teach her how to play Upgrading, what
the rules of Big Two were, and what the techniques for playing billiards were... Later, she also learned to play computer mahjong (she already knew how to play mahjong
and especially loved it, but I didn't allow her to gamble and sternly forbade her, so she quit), Gomoku, Texas
Hold'em, etc...

When playing multiplayer games, arguments were inevitable because of mistakes in playing cards, and since she had just learned, she was often
scolded. She wasn't a fast typist and didn't know how to swear, so she'd often get so angry she wanted to cry. Later, whenever someone insulted her, she'd
call me over to help her retaliate fiercely. We spent our days playing like this, and the days seemed to fly by.
Some people like to chat while playing games, using the in-game communication tools to express themselves.

Gradually, she made a few regular gaming friends, and they often played together. For a while,
she'd be in the game room past midnight, and I'd lie in bed waiting for her, but she still wouldn't rest,
just kept typing away. After several nights like this, I couldn't take it anymore. So, whenever she was still
typing in the game room, I'd sit up in bed and stare at her intently. As soon as she saw me sit up, she'd immediately shut down the computer
and say, "Let's sleep.

" While we were chatting, some people started asking for her QQ number. At that time, she didn't have a QQ number; she
didn't even know what QQ was for. She'd only seen me chatting with friends before, and she'd even told me, "What's the point of chatting like this
? It's better to just call." But ever since she made those friends, she'd asked me several times to help her register
a QQ account. At the time, I didn't think much of it, so I registered one for her on my phone, gave her a nickname, and
filled in the information. I never imagined that this action would ultimately lead to our current situation
.

At first, she was very excited when we chatted, often having me sit next to her and watch her talk. But as time went on
, she became uncomfortable whenever I was near her, so she started talking behind my back, and
immediately closing the window after sending a message, afraid I'd see a single word. Since she was quite free at work
, sometimes she didn't go and no one bothered her.

I gradually noticed that many times when I knocked on her door when I got home, she would wait a long time before opening it, and her expression was strange,
seeming restless. Another strange thing was that whenever she was with me, she never answered the phone, letting it
ring annoyingly over and over again.

Later, the first thing she did every time she entered my room was to turn off her phone. Although I noticed some
strange things about her during this time, she continued to treat me the same way, remaining considerate and caring.
I didn't say anything, thinking that as long as she was good to me, that was enough; it
's normal .

However, it was precisely because of my indulgence that I failed to nip these problems in the bud, leading to a series of events
that ultimately resulted in a bitter pill, a bitter pill with a myriad of flavors…

On April 25, 2004, history took an irreversible turn. I experienced a snowy summer day, and it was
from this day that she embarked on the irreversible path of online dating.

That night, we ate dinner in the room as usual. She kept putting food into my bowl,
a habit of hers; she would always put my favorite dishes into my bowl without fail. I
didn't sense any ominous premonition.

After dinner, she went to wash the dishes, and I turned on the DVD. Time quickly passed to 12:30 am. She said, "
Why aren't you taking a shower yet? Take a shower and go to sleep."

I said, "Sure, I'll come over. Can we shower together?" (She used to often knock on my
bathroom door , desperately trying to squeeze in and shower with me, saying she couldn't reach her back and wanted me to help her wash it. I often couldn't control
myself, and while showering, I would... But I live in a shared apartment with other colleagues, and I'm worried about us showering together.)
It wouldn't be good if my colleagues found out, so I'd told her several times not to shower together to avoid gossip.

But she still liked to shower with me. She even said that if I didn't even want to shower with her, it meant I didn't love her,
so I had no choice but to let her be. But this time she refused me, resolutely refusing to shower with me. Seeing that I didn't move, she went into
the bathroom by herself.

I have a habit of having a bowel movement every night before bed, so I went to the toilet next to the bathroom to finish my
last "poop" of the day. My bowel movement habits are very bad; I often squat for more than ten minutes. This day was no exception.
Just as I was enjoying myself, she shouted at me from the bathroom, "Why are you still not done?" I said, "I'm taking this long
.

" I was still wondering what was wrong with her today. Usually, I'd squat for even longer than today and she'd never rushed me, but today she
was rushing me. I finally finished and went back to the room.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, she still hadn't come out. I was sleepy at this point and wanted to finish showering as soon as possible to rest. So I
grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. I heard the soft sound of running water coming from inside. Just as I was about to knock, I suddenly heard someone talking
. I felt strange; who was she talking to while showering alone? I listened closely and realized she was on the phone
.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you asleep so late?" my girlfriend's gentle voice asked.

"..."

"Thinking about me?" my girlfriend laughed.

"..."

"Why are you thinking about me?" my girlfriend asked playfully.

"..."

"What am I doing? Guess?" my girlfriend turned up the volume of the tap.

"..."

"Yeah, I'm taking a shower." My girlfriend's voice was so gentle it could kill a mosquito.

"..."

"What? You want to hear me moan?" I pressed my ear against the door, imagining my girlfriend looking horny and the person on the other end of the line
grinning lewdly.

"..."

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"..."

What my girlfriend said next was unbelievable. She was
moaning , and the sound was far more exaggerated than when we were having sex. One sound after another, each louder than the last,
my girlfriend turned the tap up louder and louder to cover up the shameless noise. My anger burned ever brighter, and I
finally couldn't take it anymore. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" I pounded on the door with my fists, wanting to tear it apart. The noise inside stopped
abruptly.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and I stood there, frozen. My girlfriend brushed past me, muttering
"crazy" under her breath, and went back to her room. I stood there for a long time, dragging my trembling body weakly into the bathroom. With
a myriad of mixed feelings, I let the cold water run over me from head to toe…

Back in the room, I said to my girlfriend in a very calm tone, "Give me your phone and let me see it." She sat silently on
the edge of the bed, speechless and motionless. I said it again, "Give me your phone and let me see it." She still didn't move,
like a wooden statue. I couldn't help but raise my voice, "Give me your phone and let me see it." She continued to pretend she couldn't hear me.

"You won't let me see, huh? Fine, go away then. You can be with your online friend from now on."

Tears streamed down her face, making me feel like she was still alive.

I repeatedly tried to get her to leave, but she remained unmoved, just silently wiping away
her tears. Eventually, I got tired of yelling and talking, and too lazy to deal with her anymore, so I went to bed.

Around four or five in the morning, she leaned closer, trying to hug me. I shoved her hand away; she
reached out , and I shoved it away again… After several such attempts, I got angry and yelled, "Don't touch me! Take
your dirty hands off me! If you want to touch me, go touch your online friend!" She burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, saying, "I
was just joking with him, I love you!" Saying that to me at a time like this? What a liar! "You can
love whoever you want. I don't love you anymore!" I said, got up, and went to my office.

I was fuming all day, berating my girlfriend for her infidelity and hating all those online romance
scammers. In the afternoon, she sent me a text: "Honey, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I
truly love you!" I scoffed at it and deleted the message immediately. I thought, "She's all talk now
, what was she doing earlier? Can a relationship with a man be anything but normal? Is she just
playing around ? Absolutely ridiculous!"

Back in my dorm that night, I tossed and turned,
frantically flipping through channels, unable to sleep.

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