Heartbroken girl on the bus

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I'm a student studying in Shenkeng, renting an apartment off-campus. It's not far from Muzha MRT station, so I often take the MRT to the city center on weekends to shop. That evening, I went to Guanghua to buy some things and returned to Muzha MRT station. Around 7 PM, I went to the bus stop opposite Muzha MRT station to wait for the bus to go home. There

weren't many people waiting for the bus. In front of me was a woman with light makeup, wearing a burgundy tight-fitting short skirt and a tank top (a midriff-baring top), with a short-sleeved shirt over it, and a red leather bag slung over her shoulder. She was about 100cm tall with long hair. Due to the dim lighting and her head being lowered, I couldn't tell her age, but her daring outfit revealed a good figure! At the time, I didn't have any impure thoughts; I simply thought, "She's a really nice woman." However, I could feel her body trembling slightly; I didn't know if she was enduring something or crying.

Then the bus arrived. Only the two of us boarded at this stop, but the bus seemed almost full, with only two seats left in the last row. Since I had to sit until the last two stops, and I didn't want to stand for so long, she chose a window seat, and the seat next to her became my only option.

I tried to doze off on the bus, but about ten minutes after the bus left the MRT station, my phone rang. It was the woman. She picked up the phone and, after a few words, started yelling, "What? You're at Muzha MRT station now? Too late! I've already left! You made me wait for over two hours without calling! What's the use of calling now?" Everyone around seemed startled by her sudden outburst, but I, who was dozing next to her, was the most surprised.

"Car broke down? Phone dead? What kind of excuse is that! No public phone nearby? You're clearly messing around with that other vixen! And you're using lame excuses like a dead phone or a broken car!"

It seemed she had argued with her boyfriend… I shook my head with a wry smile.

"Shut up! We broke up! Go find that vixen and go get a room! Don't tell me all this!" She angrily hung up, turned off her phone, and threw it back into her purse. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed softly. It seemed she had been holding back her tears at the bus stop

. After she had sobbed for a while, I nosyly handed her a pack of tissues: "Your makeup will smudge, wipe your tears."

She looked up at me, and I was stunned. My god… what a beautiful girl… she looked to be around 20. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of captivating eyes, still exuding charm despite the tears in them. A delicate nose and cherry-red lips graced her face, which, though smudged, still revealed a pure, oval shape beneath the light makeup. Seriously… what was that guy thinking? How could he stand up such a beautiful girl? Looking further down, I couldn't help but swallow hard. Although I couldn't see the girl's cleavage through her short tank top, judging from her firm breasts under the tight fabric, I'd estimate it to be around a 34D. And her thighs, exposed under her tight skirt, were even more rounded, full, and flawless… Good heavens… was that guy even a man? How could he stand up such a pretty, shapely girl? He's no man at all… Of course, staring at her chest and thighs like that was quite rude, so I quickly looked away and focused on her face.

She hesitated for a moment, then took the tissue and whispered, "Thank you."

I also tactfully turned my face away; after all, watching a girl wipe away tears was rather impolite.

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