"Bai Xue Zi Cen" - Chapter 5: Bai Zi Cen's Self-Narration: The Emergence of Desire

While I was thinking about things, I wondered what kind of girl I should find today. It seems that older men these days really like to date young girls. Although I never think of myself as old, ever since Yan Zicheng got a junior high school student as his girlfriend, I feel like I'm really falling behind the times.
Just then, that guy called. His voice returned to its usual calm and composed state: "Zicen, don't you need to go home to take care of your daughter tonight? What kind of girl do you need me to find for you?"
Haha, that's what I like most about this guy; he can always guess what you need without you saying it.
I cleared my throat, searched my memory, and slowly said, "As for age, she should be younger, no more than 20. Her skin should be fair, preferably close to the color of white jade, and her skin should be delicate to the touch, so that her flower is tender enough, making it irresistible to make people want to do it."
You shouldn't be too bad-looking; you should have a pair of big, bright eyes with clear black and white, looking sparkly.
Ideally, the nose should be slightly upturned, and the lips should be rosy and slightly pouting, so that it can arouse arousal when taken in the mouth.
A slightly blank expression, not too stubborn or too shrewd, will make people lose interest.
A great figure isn't necessary, just well-proportioned. The key is to be petite, the smaller the better.
You should be gentle in temperament, preferably with a touch of playfulness and mischief.
Also, tell her to wear pure white to see me, and definitely not any other weird colors; they're just irritating to look at.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and my lower body couldn't help but react. Such good stuff really needs to be found carefully, otherwise you really can't get your hands on it. However, I have no doubt about Yan Zicheng's abilities. He can run such a big business as "Orange," so he certainly has the skills.
There was no response on the other end of the phone for a long time. "Hello, hello."
Just when I thought the call had been disconnected, Yan Zicheng's voice came through, his tone slightly unnatural and teasing: "Zicen, are you missing your daughter? Are you sure you were describing the prostitute you're looking for, and not your precious daughter?" He emphasized the word "prostitute."
I was startled by what he said, and my phone slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Skin as white as jade, big, clear black and white eyes, a pert nose, a pouty little mouth, an innocent and naive expression, a gentle and innocent personality, and a petite figure"—these combined perfectly describe my precious little girl, Xue'er.
Could it be that I've been thinking about having sex with my precious daughter all along?
Am I some kind of pervert who wants to rape my daughter? Thinking this, my daughter's pretty little face and coquettish expression became even clearer in my mind.
I lit a cigarette, feeling a bit irritated, and scratched my head.
Forget it, I'll skip "Orange" tonight and head home early to pick up Xue'er.
When I got home, I somehow ended up in my daughter's room. Her room was decorated in a warm, orangey-yellow color. I had specially commissioned someone to design the room for her to welcome her home.
On her desk sat the white Apple laptop I'd bought specifically for her. I knew Xue'er had a habit of blogging, but she never told me the URL. I figured she could probably find it in a folder on her computer. On a whim, I turned on her computer.
It even required a password! I tried entering my daughter's birthday, but the password was wrong. I tried my daughter's name, but that was also wrong. I tried my parents' birthdays, but that was still wrong. I tried my parents' death anniversaries, but that was still wrong. I was a little annoyed. Finally, I tried entering my own birthday, and it was correct!
I was very excited, realizing how important I was to Xue'er.
My daughter's computer desktop wallpaper is a photo of her and me, taken last winter while we were skiing. I'm half-squatting, holding her in my arms. The man in the picture is young and handsome, with sharp, arched eyebrows and captivating eyes; the girl is pretty, her nose is habitually slightly wrinkled, and her mouth is wide open, smiling happily. We're both wearing white ski suits, looking like an older brother holding his little sister, and you can't tell at all that I'm her father.
After admiring our group photos, I started browsing through her saved folders and sure enough, I found a link called "Snowy's Cottage." I clicked on it and opened it. The blog's image was a cute little snowman wearing a red hat, somewhat resembling my daughter, with snowflakes drifting down on him.
I checked my watch; it was just 5 p.m., and I still had 4 hours before I had to pick up my daughter.
I loosened my tie and began to slowly read my daughter's blog...

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