Southbound overnight train journey

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Returning home is usually an exciting thing for those who have been away from home for a long time.

For me, it's a nightmare that happens twice a year.

After graduating from junior high school, I went north to study. My not-so-wealthy father gritted his teeth and made sure I attended the private H Middle School, a prestigious school known as an elite institution.
I can only blame myself for not being ambitious enough.

The southbound express night train crawled along its fixed tracks. A human wall pushed and shoved...

Carrying a heavy, old leather suitcase filled with books, I squeezed into the carriage. It contained my favorite extracurricular reading materials, the "New Trendy Library," and Tom Jones records.
My father gave me a monthly allowance, which, after paying for my boarding school fees, I mostly spent on books. After carrying those heavy books back and forth every year, the suitcase was starting to feel a bit
loose.

Thinking of the box filled with my beloved treasures, I couldn't help but clench my hands tighter.

On the roof, an old electric fan whirred weakly, while the interior reeked of a nauseating, sour stench—a mixture of sweat, body odor, and the putrid
smell of leftover food. I shifted my weight on the luggage rack, unloading the load from my shoulders. Once I was steady, I finally had a chance to look around.

Apart from a young woman who looked like a college student, clutching an "accounting" book and picking her nose with her right hand,
there weren't many awake creatures in this cradle of the night. The dim light and the murky air were enough to make anyone drowsy.

Three steps away from me, a middle-aged man leaned back against the seat next to him, swaying from side to side with the train's lurching, feigning
sleep. To my left, a man with a "Japanese-style" appearance was fast asleep, barefoot. Next to him, a stylishly dressed young woman snored, drooling, and leaned against his shoulder, her head tilted to one side. To my right,
two girls lay cross-legged in what appeared to be their mother's arms, fast asleep. To my right, a young girl stared intently at a Crown
magazine . To my right, a young couple, seemingly lovers, draped their coats over their laps and cuddled as they slept.

As the train traveled south, passengers occasionally got on and off, and the air in the carriage became much fresher, but my legs gradually became numb. I tried to move my feet, but it didn't help.
I spotted an empty seat back on the right and moved over there.

Unexpectedly, the girl looking at the Crown magazine seemed to sense my feelings and raised her right elbow to lean on the back of the chair in a defensive posture.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.

I moved closer to the door, leaning against the hinges, and my legs immediately felt lighter. My eyes remained fixed on my luggage.

A cool night breeze blew in through the cracks in the train door, making me much more awake. At each stop, there were always fewer people on the train, and my gaze was always fixed on my suitcase
on the rack.

Suddenly, I noticed the two girls, seemingly a couple, sleeping peacefully in each other's arms under my suitcase. Her half-closed, drowsy expression looked rather strange. Then I noticed the
coat draped over her knees was shifting slightly. Being in the throes of puberty, I seemed to understand.

With a trembling heart, I was captivated by her ever-changing, suppressed expression.

It was then that I noticed she had long, jet-black hair, delicate eyebrows and long eyelashes above her slightly narrowed eyes, and a
straight The V-neck of her white shirt revealed half of her snow-white chest.

My emotions rose and fell with her ever-changing expressions; a frown from her made my heart flutter, and a twitch of her lips made me tremble.

I fantasize that I am the one "making a scene" with her.

A tremor ran through me, and my face flushed. Gazing at her heaving chest, I couldn't help but swallow hard to moisten my parched throat.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and found me staring at her. She smiled at me shyly, pushed away the man's hand (I guessed), and started chatting with him.

Having never experienced such intimacy before, I awkwardly turned away, avoiding her gaze, and stood there with my right hand behind the door hinge, eyes closed. My mind was still replaying
that unforgettable encounter. Before my closed eyes, her ever-changing, heart-stopping expressions replayed.

The creeping train continued to crawl forward.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak." The train slowly came to a stop.

I craned my neck to look around, and then I realized I had arrived in Hsinchu.

People got off the bus...maybe five or six people got off!

"Zhiliang! Tell your sister to send the things over..." As the sweet voices rang in his ears, he suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on his right hand, which was gripping the door hinge.

I turned around. Good heavens! It was that girl!

She leaned against the door hinge and stuck her head out to shout at a man getting off the bus. Unfortunately, her crotch, which was wearing black trousers, pressed against
the back of my right hand, which was pressed against the door hinge.

She moved away abruptly, smiled shyly at me, and went back to her seat.

My heart, which had just calmed down, began to flutter again. Feeling the lingering warmth on the back of my right hand, and thinking of that shy, blooming smile, my body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Clang..." The train began to crawl south again in the thrilling night.

Turning around, she saw that the man next to her had already gotten off the bus. A woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties was now sitting next to her.

"Was she doing it on purpose? Or unintentionally?" I wondered to myself, uncertainly.

After calming my racing emotions, I took a deep breath of the cool night air and mustered my courage to step into the carriage.

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She seemed a little surprised that I entered the carriage. However, she remained open and didn't shy away from my gaze.

I pretended to move the suitcase on the overhead luggage rack, so that I could stand in front of her seat with a legitimate reason.

I gazed at her…

The top edge of her off-white bra was visible through the neckline. A small pink lace flower adorned the front of the bra, which was tucked into the fabric between the slightly wrinkled buttons of her shirt
. The loose shirt could not conceal the curves of her high, full breasts.

A string of red silk ribbons adorned her slender, white neck (was it a lucky charm? Or...). Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her left shoulder, and a small, delicate vermilion beaded
earring dangled from her right ear, swaying gently against her alluring sideburns.

Up close, her skin was even more beautiful, flawless—snow-white and smooth. Her slender fingers were painted with pink nail polish, long and elegant. Her right index finger
tapped lightly on her right knee. I could imagine her contemplating how to respond to the silent assault of my gaze.

As if she had made up her mind, she stopped tapping, reached out her right hand to pick up the teacup beside her, took a sip of water, and then leaned back in her chair, her
bright black eyes naturally looking at me.

"Here it comes! They've launched a counterattack!" I thought to myself.

I stared at her without backing away.

Her shimmering light continued to withstand my attacks without backing down.

I don't know how long it lasted, but I felt her gaze shift from defensiveness, curiosity, and wonder to a deep connection and communion with me. It was a wondrous
feeling .

For a moment, a feeling seemed to permeate the shimmering waves as they met.

The woman sitting next to her, "Wopashang," seemed to sense our strange looks and stared at us oddly.

We were oblivious to the presence of others, our gazes meeting in the shimmering spring light.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak." The train slowly came to a stop again.

The eyesore "Wopashan" got off the bus. I took the opportunity to sit down next to her.

A delicate fragrance of jasmine wafted towards me as the train slowly moved along.

"You've been standing here for a long time! Are you on winter break yet?" Surprisingly, she asked with a smile first.

"It's the holidays! I've gotten used to standing!" I replied awkwardly, glancing at her pearly white teeth.

I think she guessed my identity from my somewhat mismatched clothes.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"...Tainan, something's come up at my parents' house...What about you?" she replied after a moment's thought.

"I live in Chiayi," I replied, but I was thinking that she was actually a married woman. She looked no older than twenty-five.

"You got married quite young!" I asked tentatively.

"They acted as matchmakers! I have many younger siblings at home, so I had no choice!" She looked somewhat lost and helpless when talking about marriage.

"What is your surname? Didn't the gentleman come down with you?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

She said her name was Li Meijun, and knowing full well that I had asked, she deliberately hinted, "He got off the bus first! He has to take care of the shop tomorrow morning, so he can't come."

"This is the first time I've gone out alone since I got married. I really miss the carefree life of my teenage years!" she said with a touch of wistfulness.

"Why don't you take advantage of this trip back to your parents' home and have some fun?" I said encouragingly.

"No! I'm not familiar with this area, and I really have nowhere to go by myself," she replied.

"Have you been to Sun Moon Lake? The scenery is very beautiful," I suggested.

"I'm not familiar with this place," she replied hesitantly.

"Get off at Taichung, it's very close!" I explained.

"I can be a sound guide," I pressed further.

"..." She looked hesitant.

"Give me your train ticket, let's get off together in Taichung," I said, holding out my right hand to ask her for the ticket.

"...This...isn't that a bad idea..." While she hesitated, I snatched the train ticket from her hand.

"No..." she tried to snatch her ticket back from my hand.

"Alright! Don't hesitate! We're almost at Taichung!" I quickly pushed the situation to the brink of disaster.

Her face flushed, and she remained silent.

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"Squeak...squeak...squeak." The train slowly came to a stop, and we arrived at Taichung Station.

"We've arrived in Taichung! Let's go!" I got up, picked up my suitcase, and walked downstairs.

Whether it was because the ticket was in my hand or because she was hesitantly contemplating this unprecedented adventure, she picked up her light carry-on luggage, lowered her head,
and followed me off the train with a sense of unease.

The cool night breeze in Taichung invigorated me.

As I exited the station, I looked back at her following behind. Her helpless, shy, and bewildered expression was
a world apart from the bold, tender, and confident look in her eyes on the train. I was suddenly filled with a sense of pride and pride at being relied upon. From childhood, I had always been the one relying on my family.

I turned back, took her soft hand in mine, and lowered my head to say, "Let's find a hotel first, and leave when it's light!"

The cool night breeze made her unconsciously hug me.

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I took the room key from the sleepy-eyed clerk at the counter and led her upstairs.

She opened the door and went inside. She hesitated outside the door for a minute before following her in with her head down.

It was a comfortable suite, with a snow-white double bed covered in snow-white sheets and blankets. On the coffee table sat a thermos and two glasses wrapped in white paper.
Two armchairs stood side-by-side against the wall behind the closed window. Her slightly uneasy expression could be seen in the large mirror on the dressing table.

He placed the suitcase on the coffee table, closed the door, turned on the bathroom light, and said to her, "Why don't you take a shower first?"

The atmosphere became a little awkward. She replied, "And you?"

"Are you going to shower with me?" I said.

She felt a little embarrassed after hearing that, and with a shy smile, she slipped into the bathroom.

After turning off the room lights, turning on the air conditioner, the TV, and the bedside lamp, the room became much softer.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, I lay on the bed and pressed the buttons on the TV remote.

"Mmm... Ah..." The sound of moaning from an adult film came from the TV.

Looking at the image of the fit blonde woman moaning in the mirror, and then thinking about her in the bathroom, my lower body involuntarily trembled and gradually became erect.

As you look around, unable to contain your restless heart, you pick up your change of clothes and head to the bathroom door.

"May I come in?" I asked, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

"Okay!" came the reply from inside the door.

As soon as the door opened, she appeared, already dressed in a white slip dress, smiling mischievously.

"You naughty girl!" I thought to myself, but said aloud, "You tricked me!"

She quickly washed herself and changed into clean underwear. She kept an eye on the door, worried that her mother might change her mind and leave.

I peeked through the crack in the door. I saw her sitting on the bed, knees bent under the sheets, her eyes glued to the television. She seemed completely absorbed
, her eyebrows furrowing and her lips slightly parted.

I suddenly flung open the bathroom door, only to find her hiding under the covers in embarrassment.

I turned off the TV, turned on the bedside music, and pulled up the covers to lie down.

She turned away, burying her rosy cheeks in the cotton pillow. Was it shyness? Or fear?

Seeing her delicate, shy demeanor, like a newlywed bride, reminded me of Wanzhen, my childhood sweetheart and neighbor from my hometown. That was a virginal flutter I will never
forget …

xxx

Wanzhen is my childhood playmate. She has been a part of my life ever since I was old enough to remember.

From elementary school onwards, we played together in the courtyard of our two families and went to school hand in hand.

The adults in the village, living in that isolated and ancient countryside, loved to pair us up. They used their flattery to satisfy their own regrets about not being able to arrange our own marriages.
We, who only vaguely understood, were happy with the adults' approval.

Her father worked for the central government, and in our rural village of Naguni, we had a neighbor who was a high-ranking official in Taipei. Every time I heard
the muffled coughing from next door, I knew Wanzhen's father had come home.

Things changed when she was in sixth grade: her family built a large building!

The courtyard was divided in two, the lush bamboo fence replaced by a cold brick wall, and Wanzhen was kept like a canary in the high attic. In the isolated
courtyard, I could only hear Wanzhen's joyful singing coming from the second floor of her house; I could no longer see her rosy cheeks and the expression on her face as she sang. And since
her parents sent her to our neighbor, Teacher Chen's, house to learn piano, our opportunities to catch loaches in the mud together became even fewer.

In junior high, the separation of boys and girls into classes and the queuing system for dismissal further distanced us. I had never felt so lonely before. Occasionally, I would bump into her at the alleyway entrance;
she would always smile shyly at me, head down, as she passed by. She wore a floral dress and had grown into a graceful young woman. A melancholy sadness, and the budding feelings of first encountering
the difference , made me unable to concentrate on my studies. I indulged in the worlds of Zhuge Liang, Zhuge Liang, and Qiong Yao… in those fantastical worlds
where I could fulfill dreams I couldn't achieve in the real world. This is why I couldn't get into the "good high school" everyone talked about.

The underlying cause.

It was during a summer vacation in early summer, probably when I was in my second year of junior high school! I experienced a virgin's flutter of excitement that I will never forget...

Teacher Chen's son, Yuanzhi (a classmate and neighbor of mine in junior high school, though we were in different classes), invited me to his house to play bridge.

Yuanzhi, under his father's tutelage, played the piano exceptionally well, and occasionally he would substitute for his father in giving lessons. If sitting next to Wanzhen and instructing her on fingering was a
right, then I always watched that right slip away! The loss of that right was the main reason I practiced various musical instruments diligently throughout high school!

Passing through the front hall of Yuanzhi's grocery store, and stepping onto the threshold of the back hall, I saw Yuanzhi, his brother Hongzhi, and... Wanzhen (I simply couldn't believe I would run into her under these
circumstances ).

"Hey! What has Shen Mufan been busy with lately? He hasn't even asked me to go fishing with him!" I started yelling as soon as I entered the door.

He knew my brother-in-law kept a pond of tilapia, and after inviting him over once, he became interested in fishing for them.

"Hello, Brother Hongzhi!" I'll greet Brother Hongzhi first, who is on vacation after returning from studying in Taichung.

"Wanzhen! Hello!" That was a name I hadn't called in a long time. I even felt my accent was a bit rusty. It had been two years since I last called her that name
!

"Hello!" Wanzhen responded with a generous yet slightly awkward smile.

Looking at her familiar yet dazzling smile, like a flower just beginning to bloom, reminded me of the blooming osmanthus tree on the wall above my house. As a child, I often
played under its shade, but now I can't recall what it really looked like.

Since starting junior high, I've never seen her so closely as I did today. She wore a snow-white short-sleeved blouse, revealing her slender, lotus-root-like arms.
Sparse bangs framed her flushed cheeks, and a pair of bright red earrings peeked out from behind her ears. Looking at her familiar, delicate hands, I saw that her once plump and childish expression had
been replaced by a beautiful appearance. She exuded the air of a well-bred young lady, making me marvel at the wonder of time.

During the game, I couldn't muster the courage to look her in the eye. Occasionally, I would pretend to talk to Yuanzhi and quickly glance at her guiltily. She seemed to sense this
awkwardness as well, and whenever I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, she would lower her head and pretend to look at the cards.

"Hongzhi! Yuanzhi! Come help unload the goods!" Just after finishing the third round of mahjong, Aunt Chen's shouts came from the front hall.

"Coming right away!" the Chen brothers told us as we went to the front hall together.

Only Wanzhen and I remained at the card table, and this familiar atmosphere made me increasingly uncomfortable. Just as I was about to grab the cards on the table and shuffle them to ease the strange and awkward atmosphere, unexpectedly, she also reached out her left hand to take the cards, just as
we had agreed .

Two hands, untouched for years, met again in this bizarre setting. Like the collision of yin and yang poles exploding with tens of thousands of volts, a bolt of lightning
struck . That lightning numbed my fingertips, and simultaneously sent a shock up my chest. We both swiftly withdrew our arms.

Blood rushed to my brain, and my heart suddenly began to pound rapidly, the sound of my heartbeat clearly audible. Stealing a glance at her, I saw that her face was flushed, and she was silent, head bowed.

It was a hot early summer, but it was the first spring of my heart.

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"Hey! What are you thinking about?" A delicate hand shook me out of my reverie, followed by Mei Jun's sweet voice asking.

"I'm sorry! It's nothing!" I replied guiltily. I couldn't very well tell her right now that I was reminiscing about another girl.

I reached out my right arm to embrace her, but she turned her back again. I reached out with both hands through her white petticoat to grasp her breasts. I discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra under her petticoat, and what
I touched was soft, warm flesh.

To be honest, this was the first time in my life I had ever held a stranger's breast. My understanding of female anatomy came entirely from adult books and a few
books on sexology, and I was always teased by my classmates at school for being a "theorist"—all talk and no action. This time, I was so bold to redeem myself from the shame of being a "theorist."

I stroked her, my body trembling slightly, and said, trying to cover up my discomfort, "Phew! It's so cold!"

As I trembled and propped myself up with my left hand to kiss her ear, she considerately leaned back against me. My lower body pressed tightly against her full buttocks, sending
a shiver of pleasure through me!

A delicate fragrance filled my nostrils as I kissed her earlobe. Her tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

I moved my right hand to her right shoulder and pulled down the right strap of her petticoat. In the soft light, I could see a pink areola on her high, firm breasts, with
a pink nipple nestled comfortably within. My right hand clumsily grasped it again, and the feeling from before was now clearly tangible.

She turned around and slipped off the left shoulder strap of her petticoat, revealing a pair of full, high breasts. I was mesmerized; I never imagined a woman's breasts could be so alluring!
The deep cleavage gave me a desire to bury my face in them.

I stripped off my upper garment and pounced on her. My upper body kneaded her breasts, my hands hooked behind her armpits, and I crawled on top of her. I kissed her
lips breathing in her intoxicating fragrance that drove me wild.

"Be gentle!" she whimpered as she slipped her hands inside my underwear.

"Phew!" I couldn't help but take a deep breath as she rubbed my manhood.

As I bent my knees to make it easier for her to move, I plunged my head into the depths of her chest, suckling at her soft, swollen breasts. Occasionally, by accident, my front teeth
brushed against her areola, unexpectedly causing her to open her cherry lips and let out a few soft moans. This discovery emboldened me to occasionally pinch her nipples between my lips.

She couldn't hold back any longer, so she pulled down my underwear and held my penis between her thighs.

A sudden caress made me unable to resist tearing off her petticoat, turning around and burying my head between her legs.

A woman's thighs are softer and more comfortable than a feather pillow; I think sleeping with a woman's thighs in my arms must be the greatest pleasure in life. While sucking on her long, soft thighs, I caught a whiff of a different scent. It was a unique fragrance emanating from between her cotton-white panties. I noticed that her panties were slightly damp, and a thin slit was visible
between her bulging mounds .

Extend your index finger and gently rub up and down the crevices, feeling the warmth and moisture of the crater about to erupt.

"Ah! Ah... Ah..." Mei Jun twisted her legs from side to side, her hands tightly gripping my lower limbs, while she let out seductive moans.

Hearing her alluring moans, I couldn't help but pull down her snow-white underpants.

Her curly, dark pubic hair grew sparsely on the mound, and the two doors of her peach blossom cave trembled slightly in the dampness with her movements. Gently parting a patch of pink at the entrance,
a deep, secluded path could be seen leading straight inside. Her fingers teased the two doors from side to side, causing her to sit up uncontrollably and pull me to lie down beside her.

She bent her right leg and sandwiched me between her thighs, while her left leg opened and bent, and she used her left hand to hold my penis and rub it against her private parts.

How could my sensitive little darling, who had never explored a cave before, withstand this gentle, warm caress? A tingling sensation rose from the bottom of her perineum. I
felt , so I quickly pressed my right hand against the throbbing sensation in her perineum, took a deep breath, and climbed on top of her.

I kneaded her firm breasts with both hands, taking turns sucking on her nipples. I spread her legs apart with my knees, and gently touched her private parts with my penis, until she
had to beg me.

"Fan Di...come in...quickly..." she pleaded breathlessly.

I deliberately continued to gently touch her for a while until my glans felt incredibly wet. I knew she had had enough of this torment; her private parts were already overflowing with desire.

"Come in quickly... Oh..." Amid her pleading cries, I unexpectedly thrust it into her private parts, causing her to let out a muffled moan.

I instinctively felt her private parts contracting intensely. But after a series of thrusts, as she trembled slightly, I shuddered and thrust forward, and a gush of hot fluid gushed
out .

"Ah. Gently. A little... Ah... No." It was too deep, she pretended to push me away.

It was her first time experiencing sexual climax during intercourse, and I grabbed her shoulders with both hands and pressed her down towards her lower body.

So beautiful! The pleasure after intercourse made my whole body relax. I lay exhausted on her soft body.

She obediently picked up the sheet and wiped my sweat from my back before lying on her side, her private parts still holding my penis.

I smiled at her, and she looked back at me, a little coquettishly, and said, "I never want to make love to you again, you're teasing me..."

I leaned closer and said, "Who told you to be so reckless at first? This is my first time!"

She blushed and said, "Really!"

Before I could reply, her lips were already on mine, and our tongues began to explore each other.

You've eaten sweet rice cakes, haven't you? So that's what it feels like when a woman's lips suck on it.

After a while, I suddenly felt my lower body, which was immersed in her private parts, swell up again, and she seemed to feel it as well.

"Ah...you...you again..." She lovingly and joyfully rubbed against me again.

This time, she sat down, gently swaying her hips, as if cherishing the moment and fearing it would end too hastily like the first time.

Even as she swayed, she would occasionally bend down to give me a loving kiss. Her swaying was skillful.

The deep, slight twisting motions were less stimulating for me, but they were incredibly pleasurable for her, as evidenced by the twitching in her face.

She gasped for breath like a carp starving for air, her chest heaving, her breasts swaying up and down with her movements.

I propped my head up with two pillows, admiring her expression. Her smooth belly swayed back and forth, creating a deep wrinkle. Her long, black hair
flew wildly with each turn of her head. I watched as my penis moved in and out of her vagina, sometimes fully inside, sometimes half-exiting. Only then did I notice a pink pearl set slightly above her vulva
. I rubbed it with my fingers in rhythm with her movements.

"Ah... um..." Her movements became faster and faster, and the pressure of her kneading increased. Naturally,
the pressure also increased.

Before long, she called out to me incoherently, "Ah!... It's coming out... Hurry... Hurry... Hold me..."
As she called out, she leaned forward to increase the pressure.

I didn't respond to her, and instead, I kept thrusting my hips upwards unintentionally. After about ten times, she grabbed my upper body and hugged me tightly, frantically shouting, "I...I'm going to die...I'm going to die
..."

She massaged me really hard during those last few strokes, making my pubic bone ache slightly. After letting out a scream, she slumped down and said, "I'm so dizzy, I need to lie down."

After I laid her down, I looked at her pale, sweaty body and realized she was truly exhausted! But what about the thing trapped between her thighs?

"Do you want more?" I thought to myself that she was probably tired and wanted to rest.

"It's your turn!" Her slightly panting cherry lips uttered an answer that surprised me.

I held her on the edge of the bed, placed her legs on my arms, and stood on the edge of the bed in the most intimate and widest possible position to launch my
second wave of attack.

The half-standing, half-crouching position saved me a lot of energy. Each thrust sent waves of flesh rippling across her chest, and also elicited her moans and groans.
The sound of my penis slapping against her perineum mingled with the rhythmic thumping of the piston.

It was a masterpiece that struck three times in one strike.

"Ouch... Ouch..." The sounds reached my ears as I rubbed and kneaded her left and right, eliciting shivers from her. She came to orgasm twice. I could feel the force of her gripping
arms and the frequency of her vaginal contractions.

In the midst of the rage, a gush of fluid shot straight into her uterus. I quickly and forcefully parted her legs and leaned forward to press against her chest.

"Ah!...Ah!...Ah!..." She cried out several times in sync with the frequency of my ejaculation.

xxx

A volcano that erupts with lava cannot be calmed down in a short time.

When she greedily told me that she wanted to see me again and that she wanted me to be her godbrother forever, I hesitated!

In early spring, a young woman's desires are fervent and rampant. Recalling her greedy behavior last night, I fear I will suffocate in that torrent that has captivated me.

"No! All good things must come to an end. You have a family, and I have studies to finish. Let's each cherish these memories in silence."

After hearing what I said, she cried!

As I saw her off at the train station, she still looked at me on the platform with tearful resentment. I, in turn, gazed at
the woman .

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