The city's prosperity is only for lonely men and women.

I love Beijing, I love working hard here. Many years have passed since I graduated, and my friends have left one after another. They are escaping, they don't want to keep going like this. I understand them, but I have no regrets. I choose to persevere, to accumulate knowledge and experience, and to choose love.
To be honest, the most painful time for a person is when night falls. They hope that someone who loves you and whom they love is lying next to them on their pillow or on their broad shoulders. But often, expectations lead to the greatest disappointment.
Loneliness, boredom, and boredom filled my heart as night fell. Suddenly, someone nearby struck up a conversation with me. We talked for days, about so many things, deeply connecting with each other. Behind the city's hustle and bustle, only our loneliness remained. That night, I boldly asked, "Can I see you?" I waited for a reply; she asked where I was. Whether it was excitement, longing, the end of loneliness, or a genuine need for a woman's comfort, I didn't know. We arranged to meet at a teahouse. The awkwardness of unfamiliarity dissipated, and passion erupted under our tender gazes. I whispered in her ear, "Can I take you out?" Perhaps we were both thirsting for each other, perhaps we were both souls yearning for affection.
The moment we opened the door, we embraced, passionately kissing each other's thirsty lips. I kissed her ear, slowly sliding down her shoulder, collarbone, until I reached her breast.
I stopped, admiring her beautiful breasts, and couldn't help but stick out my tongue to slowly lick her nipples. The tender pink nipples, carrying the fragrance of her body, were greedily devoured in my mouth. Her moans were so beautiful, like a gentle, flowing stream; the way she moaned was so perfect, as if she were my angel. I kissed every inch of her skin passionately, not wanting to leave a single spot untouched, from her toes all the way to her ears; I didn't want to miss a single thing. Her fair skin, her perfect curves—that night was so alluring, so wonderful. To be continued…
I write about the Doctrine of the Mean; friends passing by, please offer your guidance.

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