A woman's one-night stand

Wan'er is my childhood friend. A few days ago, she suddenly asked me to have dinner, which was quite unusual.

In a small but comfortable restaurant, I saw Wan'er. She looked much more haggard than I had seen her in the past few days. Her once beautiful eyes seemed even larger, but
there was a hint of confusion and sadness in them. I didn't know what had happened.

Wan'er ordered two small dishes and, surprisingly, also ordered baijiu (Chinese liquor). I was surprised but didn't stop her, because this was the first time she had done something like this since we met. I
know sometimes people need to vent, and maybe this would make them feel better.

After the liquor was poured, Wan'er took a big gulp. I knew she couldn't hold her liquor, so I said, "Wan'er, just tell me what's wrong."

She looked straight at me, and tears silently streamed down her face… And so, the following text came to be.

"Feng, have you ever loved any other men besides your husband?"

"Well, everything in the world is constantly changing, and human emotions are no exception. Frankly speaking, I have loved, or rather, had feelings for someone, but responsibility, morality
, reason, and so on, constantly restrained and reminded me. So, humans aren't animals that can do whatever they want."

"Feng, do you believe it? I completed the entire process of love in just seven days."

I was speechless for a moment. Wan'er was dignified, virtuous, and traditional. It took her seven years from dating to marriage, and what happened in those seven days?

Feng, you certainly won't believe it, even I don't believe it myself. It's like a dream. You know I'm not a very casual woman. A while ago,
I met . He made me feel relaxed and happy, and we had a great, enjoyable conversation. Later, we went online on QQ. The next day, he said
he had feelings for me, a feeling he had been waiting for for a long time. I was just surprised at the time, "Impossible, so short a time, and we haven't even met?"

He said, "I know what I'm doing, and I will definitely try my best." I was taken aback by his tone, but also
attracted . He told me his real name and phone number.

The third night, after logging on, he said he missed me. He read our chat history and said I was gentle, kind, and must be a good woman. I said feelings online
are unreal, and besides, we've both been through it all. He said his feelings were never wrong, and he was serious. He asked for my contact information, and I don't know
why I gave it to him.

The fourth morning, I received a message from him, which felt very warm. After that, I would receive his text messages unexpectedly, touching me many times throughout the day.
When I saw him again that evening, we seemed much closer. I had a business trip opportunity, but it was several hundred kilometers away from his city, H. So I told him I was going to Z city for a business trip. He
immediately "Then come to my place! I'll keep you company and show you my sincerity." I said I only had one night,
or nine hours to be exact, as I had a mission the next day.

"I'll pick you up."

"How long does it take to get from Z city to H city?"

"About four hours by car."

"You're working too hard, and besides, I'm not ready to meet you yet!" "

I'll definitely pick you up. What do I need to prepare for a meeting? Isn't a heart enough?" He then repeatedly asked about my business trip dates and arrival times. Originally,
I just wanted to test him, but I didn't expect him to be so serious, which made me feel overwhelmed. Under his persistent questioning, I told him it would be in the next couple of days, and he immediately sent me
several pictures, looking ecstatic.

I don't know why I trusted him so much. Was I really going to meet him?

On the fifth day, his text messages kept coming in, making me feel like I was really in love, like I was really going to meet a long-lost lover. That night I didn't go on QQ and turned off
my phone. I really needed to think things through. Had I been confined for too long? Why, instead of finding a solution, did I feel a longing?

On the sixth day, I boarded the train. I turned on my phone, and messages started popping up one after another. I knew I must have made him anxious yesterday.
Before I could finish reading the messages, his call came in. A deep, slightly hoarse voice sounded in my ear, very magnetic. He said he had waited for a long time yesterday,
barely slept all night, and his voice was hoarse. So that's why he was hoarse… I suddenly felt a surge of emotion, a sudden impulse.

The train was shortening the distance between us, but I still didn't know why we were meeting. What would happen? I felt a longing mixed with a hint of worry.
My train arrived at around 10 PM on the seventh day. He said he was leaving at 5 PM.

"You're going to drive for so long by yourself, and you'll be walking at night. Are you sure you can manage?"

"It's okay, I just want to see you as soon as possible. If it's convenient, text me so I don't fall asleep."

I didn't dare text too frequently, afraid of distracting him, nor could I leave too many messages, afraid he would actually fall asleep. So every 20 minutes or so, I would send him a few words or
a joke, and he would always reply simply. He would also tell me his location whenever he was available. This back-and-forth made me feel a sense of attachment and anticipation.
Around 9 PM on the seventh day, he arrived in Z city and said he would wait for me at the station exit.

The train arrived on time, and I saw him at the exit. Although I hadn't seen him before, I felt it was him. His decisiveness and determination were written all over his face. He
walked straight towards me, and we shook hands naturally. We got on the train, had a late-night snack, and he arranged everything so considerately, warmly, and naturally.

It was already 1 AM. What about the rest of the time? Maybe nothing would happen if we just sat there, but I still inexplicably accepted his
arrangements . He said to go to the room to take a shower and rest. I followed him into the room. The double bed made me uncomfortable, and the soft lighting made me
feel that something might be about to happen.

He said, "Don't worry, nothing's wrong. Everything should happen naturally. I never force women to do anything." His words relaxed me somewhat.
I went into the bathroom to wash away the dust and try to sort out my chaotic thoughts.

Was the woman in the mirror under the light me? A well-proportioned figure, a pert bottom, and a firm chest clearly exuded a kind of desire. I washed slowly, trying to
wash away the time, because I didn't know what I would do after I finished. Maybe it wasn't that I didn't know, but that I hadn't thought about it yet.

Then a naked man appeared in the mirror. He walked towards me, erect. I had locked the door, hadn't I? My mind went completely blank for a moment.

He held me tightly. I was unconscious, unable to resist, perhaps not even wanting to resist. When he forcefully entered me, I
went limp, letting him lift me and place me on the large bed. I only felt my body being emptied and filled again and again. An unprecedented
pleasure made me cry out in joy. It felt like a gushing spring was gushing out inside me, engulfing me and making me dizzy... When I
woke up, I saw the unfamiliar but pleasurable man beside me, and I was momentarily at a loss. One of his hands was on top of me, as if I were
the bet , and he slept soundly with a satisfied expression.

He was the only man I had besides my husband. In just seven days, he conquered me, taking away the virginity a woman had so desperately guarded. Tears
streamed down ; the pleasure I had felt earlier had turned into shame. I ran to the bathroom and washed myself thoroughly… When I left the room, he was still fast asleep. I didn't want to wake
him, or even see him again. The night was gradually losing its ambiguity; dawn was approaching, and my heart might be plunged into darkness from that moment on. But who could I blame? Was
n't my own desire?

At seven o'clock, he texted, "Sorry, I slept too soundly. Where are you? Why didn't you wake me?" I was speechless.

He texted again, "I'm leaving soon. Please remind me! I get sleepy as soon as I start driving." I was genuinely worried about him, so I kept texting him.

After I returned, we didn't contact each other again. I tried to forget, to treat it like a dream. But as time passed, my longing for him grew clearer. I desperately tried to control
myself, but the result was only deeper pain.

Wind, what should I do?

After listening to Wan'er's story, my heart rose and fell with hers. Seven short days, one night of emotions—no, just a few hours. Was it possible? But I clearly
saw love, helplessness, and struggle written in Wan'er's eyes. I was still moved. Who could say this wasn't true love? At least Wan'er's was.

But I was powerless to help her, to encourage her to pursue this love. She had a husband and children. Should I persuade her to give up? Words were inadequate.

I could only say, "One cannot possess everything one loves, but one should love everything one has..."

Perhaps I shouldn't have put my friend's trust into words, but I had an emotion that compelled me to write it down, to Wan'er and all
women like her.

Just as I finished writing these words, Wan'er called, her voice filled with joy. She told me, "He's in touch. He says the feelings are still there...
" Feeling Wan'er's happiness, I suddenly felt happy too, making it difficult to judge what was right and what was wrong. I suddenly began to doubt my original
intention in writing this.

I knew it would be difficult to convince Wan'er again, and sometimes I couldn't even convince myself. Sometimes, humans may not be much different from animals; deep down, they are animals, only controlling their actions with
reason makes them human.

I don't know what will happen next. I know the sky won't fall, but what about Wan'er's sky? [The End]

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