My Past 121

The man I like, number 2
, arrived late. It had been a long time since
he'd come. We met by chance while playing basketball. He was handsome, with delicate features, big eyes, and a long face. He was wearing a tracksuit and spoke decent Mandarin. "Can you play a game with me?" I asked. "Sure, sure," he said with a smile. I suddenly felt embarrassed, my face burning. I lowered my head and said, "It's my turn to serve." "Go ahead," he said. I served a fast corner ball, which he easily returned. I then smashed it with all my might, and he returned it with ease. I tried to smash it repeatedly, but he couldn't kill me. I looked at him and said, "You're amazing! I've met a master today." I was exhausted and needed a rest. "Okay, let's rest," he said. Just then, a woman came over and said, "Master, can you play with me for a while?" He smiled and said, "Sure, sure." I sat on the bench, watching the two of them play, and felt a bittersweet feeling in my heart. What's wrong with me? Could it be...?

It was another unexpected time. I arrived at the ping-pong hall early, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Soon, many ping-pong enthusiasts arrived, adults and children alike, but he was nowhere to be seen. My heart pounded. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me and said, "You're here so early today." I replied, "I came early because I had nothing to do. I thought you weren't coming." "Of course I'd come, especially since there's a beautiful lady waiting for me." I nudged him from behind. "Beautiful lady, my foot!" I whispered. "I'm an old lady, haha, so modest. Come on, let's get some exercise." We found a table and started playing. We talked as we played, and as soon as we hit it off, we talked more and more. We talked about everything from school to university, and from university to society, freely expressing ourselves. It felt like we had found a kindred spirit, a soulmate.
After a period of getting to know each other and spending time together, the two of them had an ambiguous relationship from time to time. They felt like they had known each other for a long time. From the initial eye contact to sitting close together when they were together, to holding hands, it was almost time for things to come to fruition. Maybe I'm shameless, maybe I'm promiscuous, maybe I'm lustful, but no matter what, I'm going to win him over today and devour him. That's my instinct when I like him.
"We're tired from playing ball," he said, "let's take a break." "Okay," I said. Then he added, "Let's not play today, let's go home." We looked at each other, and I said, "Come on, shall we go to my studio?" He glanced at me and said, "Let's go." We walked and talked, and soon arrived at my studio, located in the garage below a high-rise building. Opening the door, I was greeted by my painting table and chair. My artwork was displayed on the walls on either side. Looking at my paintings, he said, "You're a painter, huh?" I blushed and said, "I don't deserve that, it's just a hobby." Suddenly, he hugged me from behind. Instinctively, I tried to pry his hands away, saying, "No, no!" His lips were already on mine. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting him invade, letting him roam freely. Our tongues intertwined. Suddenly, I remembered I hadn't closed the door yet.

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