[Urban] Spring Breeze and Rain Record (Complete) - 19

Side Story: The Tumultuous World of Lust,

Part 1: A Green Apple, After All, Is Tart.

I studied at an engineering school in a small city. When I first entered the school, I was only fifteen or sixteen years old, a small boy, and quite inconspicuous.

To be honest, I spent the first two years in obscurity; everything happened in the final days…

Back then, my classmates treated dating as a pastime, couples coming and going. Every week, I would go alone to the computer lab of a railway school not far from the main school, pouring all my passion into the computers. The principal of that school was a very nice person and treated me well, which is why I had the opportunity to study in their computer lab; in addition, I also helped them with some daily word processing work such as typing and typesetting, which was a kind of repayment. You have to understand, in 1997, computers were not common. At that time, the railway school's machines were considered the best, while our school still had the old 286, and many people were vying for them. It was in this school that the foundation was laid for my current position as technical director.

In the second half of third grade, a girl in my class approached me. We hadn't interacted much before; she wanted me to take her to the computer lab at the railway school where I worked. Having spent a long time there, I was quite familiar with the teachers, so I agreed. She was delighted with my answer, and that innocent smile sparked what would happen later.

Her name was Xin; her name suggested a quiet and gentle girl, and she was quite pretty. More importantly, she was one of the few girls in our class who wasn't dating. Of course, many people pursued her, but perhaps it was fate that brought us closer.

In the days that followed, I often went to the railway school with her on weekends, sometimes spending the whole day there. Having her by my side was wonderful. Whenever she encountered problems while studying, she would ask me. As I stood beside her, explaining things to her, the delicate fragrance wafted over me, and seeing her alabaster-like face and rosy lips so close, it all felt like a gentle breeze. Days passed by, and all along, I had only gradually grown fond of her during our time together, without any other thoughts.

Until one day, my roommate told me that our classmates were talking about us, and even her dorm members thought we were dating. Hearing this, I realized that in other people's eyes, we were already very close. Every weekend we went out together and returned home together. At this point, a strong feeling arose within me: I really wanted to know what Xin was thinking, whether she felt the same way I did. Although I knew that in the more than six months we had spent together day and night, everything was done in tacit understanding, I always kept myself in mind that I was just her friend, a good friend.

When she was unhappy, I would specially make some cheerful music for her. Back then, there was no multimedia; the sound could only be produced using a speaker, and the corresponding values had to be programmed. To the soft music, she would smile happily, like a lotus flower blooming in still water. I genuinely cared for her, but I never thought of her as my girlfriend. Before this, no girl had ever been truly close to me. She was the first person to understand my life and understand me.

That weekend, I deliberately left early with her. When we arrived at school, I asked her to sit in the school garden. The morning air was fresh, and because it was the weekend, there wasn't a single student in the school, only the lazy sunlight shining through the flowers. I sat down beside her, paused for a moment, and said, "Have you heard anything your classmates have been saying lately?"

She blushed, "No." I smiled, and she knew what I meant, and smiled too. She said, "Actually, when I first came here with you, my roommate said, 'You two will definitely end up together.'"

"And what about you…" I interrupted anxiously.

"I'm already here, aren't I?" She didn't answer directly, but I understood her.

Perhaps this was fate. I gently took her hand, and she shyly pulled away a little, then gave up.

This was the first time I had ever held a girl's hand; it was smooth and soft, almost boneless.

"For so long, I've never dared to hope for any of this, because I don't think I'm particularly charming."

"Perhaps, in many people's eyes, appearing frequently in public makes them feel charming, but it's just a facade, all show and no substance." I was surprised by her calmness and frankness. Maybe it was because we'd spent so much time together and were so familiar with each other that she no longer felt like a stranger. My

subsequent relationships with other girls made me truly understand that to win someone over, you must first enter their heart and make them accept you.

After that day, we had broken down the thin veil between us, understanding each other's feelings, and our weekly visits made us even closer.

Soon, summer vacation arrived, and we both planned to stay two weeks longer to study in the computer lab. One afternoon, the sky suddenly darkened. We didn't feel anything while sitting in the lab, but when we opened the door to go back, we found it was already gloomy outside, with a howling wind carrying sand and large raindrops falling. And the journey back to our school was quite long; we definitely couldn't walk there this time.

"Let's wait a while, until the rain subsides."

"Okay," she agreed.

We returned to the computer lab and suddenly remembered that one day the lab's duty room had installed Windows 95 on one of the machines, and that it was the only one with a CD drive. I said, "Let's play with that machine. I've seen the teacher use it; it's very beautiful."

We turned on the machine, started it up, and a blue sky and white clouds appeared on the screen. Compared to that, the interfaces of the Windows 3.1 machines we usually use are far inferior.

Opening "My Computer," I found that the CD drive wasn't empty; it displayed the word "Movies." "There are movies here! Let's watch some; it's raining heavily now, and we can't leave."

"It's perfect since we can't watch the school movies here; it's even better to watch them here without getting wet in the rain," she said happily.

I opened "Kingsoft Video Player" and played the CD. It started with a song. She sat beside me, my arms around her waist from behind. After two songs, the scene switched to a period film. "It's starting!"

But there was no title. Once it started, I realized it was an erotic film. I had seen it with my roommate when I was interning at a factory; it was about Pan Jinlian. Xin, however, was unaware and kept watching. A few minutes later, the scene of Zhang Yuanwai raping Jinlian began, and the protagonists started having sex. Xin's face immediately turned red. I pretended not to notice and continued watching. The sex scenes in the film played repeatedly with passionate music.

I secretly watched Xin; she listened and watched shyly, her face like a blooming peach blossom. I couldn't resist either, and I held her tighter. She turned her head, her eyes full of spring. My mouth was dry, full of anticipation. Slowly, my lips approached hers, and our lips intertwined. Her tongue pressed tightly against mine, my brain surging with excitement. We embraced, releasing ourselves in each other's passion.

Perhaps it was meant to happen; there was a bed in the duty room for teachers to rest temporarily. I carried her to the bed, kissing her face, ears, and neck. My hands slowly moved behind her back to untie her long white dress. She was hot, as if she had a fever. She whispered, "I love you." I replied that I did too. My head slowly moved down, kissing Xin's tender breasts along the edge of her bra. She was aroused by my kisses, her eyes slightly closed, a soft moan escaping her throat.

These moans were like calls, making me lose control. My hands went behind her back and gently unhooked Xin's bra. A pair of snow-white breasts bounced out like rabbits, their pink nipples already hardening.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth, my tongue circling and kissing it. Xin could no longer resist, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck, pressing down hard. My lower body also became as hot as fire, a triangle bulging in my pants.

My hands never stopped, caressing her waist, then slowly moving downwards… It was a warm area. I stroked inwards along her inner thighs; even through her bra, it was already damp. I pressed that mysterious area, gently rubbing it, while my mouth continuously kissed and sucked on her nipples. Suddenly, Xin's whole body tensed, her chest thrust upwards, her legs clamped tightly together, her head tilted back, her face flushed and hot. This must be what they call an orgasm, and it was the first time I had been so intimate with Xin.

After a few seconds, Xin lay in my arms as if exhausted. I could no longer restrain myself, so I took off my own clothes and slowly removed Xin's bra as well. She was already in a semi-dazed state, pressing her body tightly against me. I turned to one side, pressing Xin down beneath me, continuing to stimulate her nipples with my mouth. My penis, as hard as steel, was burning hot. I slowly moved forward, searching for a long time before finally guiding my hand to Xin's tender, red labia.

Having just experienced an orgasm, Xin's lower body was wet and slippery. I gently pushed my penis inside, her warm vagina tightly enveloping it. Having never experienced this before, I only penetrated a little before Xin woke up in pain. Sensing this, she managed to say, "No..." before my lips silenced her, and my burning penis pressed against her lower body.

Soon, Xin became aroused again and gave up resisting. I slowly pushed in, little by little. Under my teasing, Xin's legs relaxed slightly, making penetration easier. About halfway in, I felt something soft and slightly tense blocking my penis. I knew this was the crucial moment.

I sucked hard on Xin's nipples to distract her, then suddenly broke through the barrier. Xin clung to me in pain, struggling to suppress a cry. I placed it inside, kissing Xin's lips, without immediately moving.

After a while, waiting for her to relax, I slowly began to thrust in and out. Xin's vagina secreted honey-like fluid, making it even more slippery. I gradually increased the intensity of my thrusts, and Xin began to moan beneath me. Her warm vagina enveloped my penis, a sensation that was indescribably pleasurable. The tender inner walls rubbed against it, making soft, squelching sounds, like a passionate melody.

Xin reached another climax, her vaginal walls contracting incessantly. I, too, had reached my peak, letting out a low growl as I pressed myself tightly against Xin, ejaculating streams of hot fluid deep into her uterus, continuing this more than ten times before finally stopping…

II. After the first taste, one becomes deeply immersed.

After that rainy night, Xin and I had entered into a true relationship. We studied together, ate together, and shopped together every day.

A woman who has never experienced sexual intercourse will not have a strong desire for sex. Once she has experienced it, once she has enjoyed that ecstatic feeling, it's like taking morphine—she longs to experience it again.

However, the school didn't have good facilities, and it was impossible to make love in the computer lab. They could only occasionally embrace, finding some solace in kissing, and even during the day, they had to worry about other people coming in.

A few days later, it was time to go home, so they had to go to her dormitory. However, even though it was a holiday, the auntie guarding the dormitory was still very responsible and on duty, so getting up there would take some effort. We came up with a good plan: Xin would go to the auntie and ask her to help pack her things upstairs, while I would sneak in, go up to the fifth floor, hide in the women's restroom, and wait for the auntie to come down before coming out.

The plan was simple, but not easy to execute. We needed a reason to get the auntie to come up, and the time couldn't be too long, otherwise, the auntie would find someone else to guard the dormitory, and we wouldn't have a chance.

Let's try it anyway. The next afternoon, Xin came down first and told the auntie that she was going home, but she might have a lot of things and asked the auntie to help carry them, saying she would be down soon. The auntie was a kind person and said: "Okay! I'll go find someone to guard the dormitory, I'll be right back."

Oh no! The plan was about to fail. "It's getting dark, and if I'm late, I won't be able to get home alone. I don't have much stuff, it'll be easy to carry down." Xin was the quick-thinker. The aunt thought it was a good idea and went upstairs with Xin. I quietly followed them. Once we were on the fifth floor and inside the dormitory, Xin casually closed the door. I immediately slipped into the women's restroom and hid in a stall.

Just as I entered, I heard footsteps approaching, getting closer and closer. "I'm doomed!" I immediately realized. If someone came in and saw me, I was finished. Luckily, there were two more stalls. I hoped she wouldn't come to this one. [Bonus! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter

] Through the gap below, I saw a person wearing black pants walking towards me. Their feet stopped in front of my door. My heart jumped into my throat. I closed my eyes, waiting for my doom to strike.

Perhaps seeing that this stall door was closed, the person went to the next one. Then, I heard the sound of running water.

I opened my eyes and saw she had gone to another room, which relieved me, but I was still trembling with fear. Just then, I heard someone outside say, "Well then, Auntie, I'll go back tomorrow, thank you for your help." The auntie said, "It's alright, it's alright, it's getting late, I'm worried about you going back alone, I need to hurry down." Then there was a series of hurried footsteps. Here, the girl who had gone to the toilet finished and left.

"There's no one in the hallway..." Xin muttered to herself.

I knew she was talking to me, so I immediately came out of the toilet and hid in their dormitory. Xin peeked out and then closed the door.

I suddenly pulled Xin up from behind and onto the bed, my hand reaching under her clothes, and I immediately touched Xin's breast. It turned out she wasn't even wearing a bra. My hands immediately began to knead Xin's breasts, and I asked, "Why did you let Auntie go downstairs?"

Xin said, "I called Auntie back up before I started packing. She immediately helped me, but when she saw how much stuff I had and that it was getting dark, she told me not to go back yet, but to wait until tomorrow. She said she was worried about me going back alone so late."

I tightened my grip, and Xin groaned. I said, "It's because you're here that she's worried."

Xin turned her head and said, "You're so naughty!"

I kissed Xin's neck, and as soon as my lips touched hers, she began to groan, each moan making my heart itch. I immediately took off her clothes, lay on top of her, kissing her nipples, my hands caressing her body, and slowly pulled off her pants and bra. I stopped caressing her breasts and began to gently stroke her lower abdomen.

She was enjoying it with her eyes closed, and now, she was completely exposed to me once again. Last time, because it was late and raining, I couldn't see her body clearly. Now, I could see her snow-white body clearly, soft and tender like water. My hand moved down, and she was completely aroused; her lower body was wet and hot, fluids flowing out. Excitedly, I placed my penis at her vulva, gently rubbing it as I pushed it in.

This time was different from last time. Last time, I worried about her feeling pain; this time, I inserted my penis completely in one go. Xin let out a soft moan, her arms wrapped around my back, her legs spread wide, allowing me to penetrate deeper. We excitedly enjoyed the wonderful sensations. My penis rubbed against Xin's vagina with each thrust, her vaginal fluids flowing continuously, lubricating us. Satisfaction shone in Xin's eyebrows and eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became rapid.

Just then, I suddenly noticed in the mirror on the table that the door was open, and a girl was about to come in. But as soon as she opened the door, I heard Xin's moans and saw two naked people on the bed, making love. I couldn't see her face in the mirror, only a pair of black pants. I thought it must be the girl who had gone to the bathroom earlier. I suddenly had the urge to let others see, so I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Under my intense stimulation, Xin was also drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

I saw in the mirror that the girl hadn't left immediately, probably stunned by the scene of passion before her. My penis thrust deeply into Xin's uterus, making a squelching sound, which she must have heard too.

"

Ah

...

I lay on top of her, beads of sweat streaming down my body, onto Xin's body, onto the bed…

She looked at me reluctantly, “Are you tired?”

“As long as you’re comfortable, I’m happy!” I replied with a smile.

I pulled my softened penis out of her vagina, white semen trickling out from her opening. At that moment, I was surprised to find that the person outside the door had just quietly retreated. Who could it be? All the girls in this dormitory were from our class. Could this person also be from our class?

I thought I would know tomorrow.

03. How wonderful it would be if people could stay in a dream forever.

When we woke up, I realized it was already the next morning.

Strange! Why is my right hand so numb? I can’t lift it at all… (As long as I can lift what I need to lift, it doesn’t matter) No wonder, my right hand was wrapped around Xin all night while she slept, it was hard not to be numb!

Looking down, I saw that Xin was still sleeping in my arms. Looking closely at her sleeping posture, her fair and flawless cheeks were flushed, and her cherry-like lips, still smiling from yesterday's "feast," seemed to be filled with a sweet dream...

At this moment, I only had my left hand left to launch a sneak attack, but it was more than enough to take over the "Xinxin Pass," which had weak defenses, lax vigilance, and whose defenders were still dozing off. I slipped my left hand under her skirt, gently stroking her lower abdomen, while simultaneously testing her alertness. It seemed she was completely unaware of my surprise attack.

My left hand, while restlessly caressing her clitoris, also ventured deeper into her paradise, searching for the legendary G-spot. At this moment, her body seemed to react. Although she was not yet fully awake, her honey pot had already responded to my caresses, and sticky, slippery love juice instinctively welcomed me, flowing out in a gentle stream. She seemed to be awakened by waves of pleasure, her hands involuntarily gripping my left hand tightly. Not fully awake, she was breathing heavily.

"Xin, good morning!" I gave her a gentle kiss. "Do you like this kind of breakfast?"

She never expected to be consumed by pleasure in her sleep, and she buried herself in the covers in embarrassment.

I pulled back the covers and kissed her passionately. Of course, my left hand moved faster. Xin, being kissed, could only express her pleasure through moans, clinging tightly to me and making joyful "mmm...mmm..." sounds. My left hand quickened its caresses of her G-spot and clitoris, wanting to excite her even more. "Is it good?" I pressed her.

"Ah...ah...good...good...comfortable...ah..." She no longer cared about being heard by the neighbors, shaking her head from side to side, loudly expressing her pleasure. I took this opportunity to help her sit up. The morning sunlight streaming into the room from the window shone on Xin's snow-white naked body, making it appear fresh and dazzling.

I guided her head toward my penis; I'd promised to treat her to a "hot dog" feast. She kept stroking it up and down, and watching her serve me like this made me incredibly aroused. My left hand continued its work, and with my penis in her mouth, she made indistinct moans of pleasure. Suddenly, she stopped stroking, and I could clearly feel her vagina shudder as my left index finger penetrated her vagina; it seemed she had already orgasmed.

I stroked Xin's head, which was still sucking my penis, and softly asked her, "Xin, you've already experienced such pleasure so early in the morning, is it comfortable?" She was clearly shy about my question, shaking her shoulders to indicate she was embarrassed to answer.

I wanted to make her even more shy, so I increased the speed of my left hand. With my penis in her mouth, she could only moan indistinctly, "Ugh... ugh... ooh..."

I couldn't understand what her "ooh" meant, so I continued stroking with my left hand and asked again, "Is it comfortable?" She nodded.

I felt a surge of triumph. I pulled my penis out of her mouth and stopped caressing her with my left hand, finally giving her a chance to catch her breath. This preliminary battle was a resounding victory for me. I looked at her face; she pouted in dissatisfaction.

"It's not fair...you took advantage of me...while I was sleeping...to play with me..." Xin lowered her head, trying to salvage some face with her words.

"I wasn't playing with you, I really like you, that's why I did this to you," I said with a smile. Her face turned even redder.

Looking at her expression, my heart filled with tenderness, and I couldn't help but want to cherish her! Today, I would use all my skills to satisfy this lovely Xin.

I picked her up and led her by the hand to her desk. She looked at me questioningly.

"Xin, lie down on the desk."

She stuck her buttocks up high, lying face down on the desk. I looked at her private parts from behind; her little cherry, moistened by her love juice, looked glistening and dazzling. Her moist lips, framed by sparse pubic hair, resembled an oasis for a desert traveler, tempting me to drink from their sweet spring.

"Your vulva is so beautiful!" I sighed in admiration, gently touching her labia. My fingers restlessly explored her anus; she seemed to dislike my touch there, muttering in a panic, "No...don't...touch there..."

I licked every inch of her vulva, occasionally slipping my tongue inside. She swayed her hips from side to side, trying to pull her private parts away from my gaze in a final struggle. But in this position, such efforts were futile. The stimulating sensory pleasure, combined with her own shyness, aroused waves of pleasure within her; all she could do was moan loudly in response to my caresses.

Seeing that the time was ripe, I thrust my hips forward, plunging my entire penis deep into her vagina.

I caressed her breasts, kneading them in rhythm with the swaying of my hips. She quickly reached her first climax, letting out a soft "Ahhhhhh!" before collapsing completely. I could even feel her legs, spread wide, going limp and unable to support her weight.

We returned to bed, entwined, savoring the waves of pleasure we shared, enjoying her tender body, and trying our best to satisfy her as she posed in various alluring positions. Perhaps because we had already ejaculated twice, and the third time was proving difficult, Xin seemed to be in some pain. After all, these three rounds of sex, including the variations, had lasted over three hours, so it was understandable that she couldn't take it anymore.

To prevent her from experiencing the pain of excessive desire, I thrust faster, dozens of times, and my hot semen gushed out.

After resting for a while, it was already ten o'clock, so we got up.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Xin went to the door and asked, "Who is it?" I wanted to know who had been spying on us last night.

"It's me. Didn't you come home?"

The voice startled me; I knew who it was. It was Yan, a girl I'd had a crush on since entering school—the prettiest girl in our class. However, just a few months into the semester, she started dating one of my roommates, and I gave up. That's always been me; if someone already has a boyfriend, I give up because I know I don't have the courage to fight for them.

Hearing her voice today, I suddenly realized that she might have been the one spying on us outside the door last night.

She and Xin weren't in the same dorm; why hadn't she gone home?

Xin opened the door, and Yan pretended to just notice me, saying, "Oh, no wonder I heard someone in class this morning. It was you. Are you going to take Xin home?"

I glanced at her pants and was already absolutely certain she was the one watching us, but why was she saying that?

Just as she finished speaking, I heard someone else come up from below—it was the gatekeeper.

She said, "I thought you were going home, so I came up to help. Has anyone already arrived?" Seeing me, she asked, "How did you get up here?"

I was startled, but immediately understood the meaning of Yan's words. She was helping us. Then she said, "I didn't see you when I came here, so I came straight up. Here she is." I pointed to Yan.

The aunt had already heard what Yan had said earlier, but didn't say anything more, still somewhat skeptical, but didn't pursue the matter further. She said, "Perfect, now we have someone to help. Come on, help her carry her things. Are you going back too?" She asked Yan, and Yan answered yes. The aunt said, "Now that you have company, I feel relieved."

We didn't say anything more and carried our things downstairs. When we got to the school gate, because my house was in a different direction from Xin's, Yan was able to walk with me for a while. Just then, the bus to Xin's house arrived, and we saw Xin onto the bus. Xin looked at me affectionately as the bus disappeared into the receding car.

I turned back to Yan and said, "Let's go back too. I'll walk you home." Yan smiled and said, "You don't need to walk me home. Xin will be jealous."

I fell silent. Facing this girl who had once deeply attracted me, I didn't know what to say. Now that she had seen what had happened between us, I wondered what she would think.

"Don't be silly, the bus is here!" I realized the bus was already in front of us. We got on, and only the last row had empty seats, but half of it was occupied by other people's bags. We went to the back and sat down.

I knew everything about Yan's situation. She and my roommate didn't talk for very long before it fizzled out. In the days that followed, there were rumors that many people were dating her, but nothing was confirmed. However, she was often seen with boys. Maybe all pretty girls are like that, enjoying the feeling of being fawned over.

Nevertheless, I was still grateful for her help this morning. I said to her, "Thank you."

She pretended to say, "What are you thanking me for? I didn't do anything for you." Seeing that she didn't point it out, I didn't say anything more.

After that, we went home separately.

04. Dreams must eventually end.

This holiday felt so long to me. Every day was spent waiting, waiting, waiting to be with Xin again.

Finally, the day school started arrived. I arrived at school early, but Xin hadn't come yet. I waited for her at the gate, but by the afternoon, she still hadn't appeared.

It was almost time for evening self-study, so I had to go back to the classroom, my heart pounding. It wasn't until almost the end of class that Xin entered the classroom. I smiled happily at her, about to speak, but she didn't respond at all, her expression cold. My mouth opened halfway, but I swallowed it back. As soon as self-study ended, Xin hurriedly left, without giving me a chance.

I was confused, not knowing what to do, and even more confused about why Xin had changed so quickly.

The next day, I was in a daze all day. After self-study, I rushed to Xin's desk: "I have something to do, can you wait a bit?"

Xin replied, "I have to go back to the dormitory. Whatever it is, let's do it another day." She turned and left, leaving me in the classroom. I sat in Xin's seat, stunned.

Even today, I can't believe a woman can change so quickly! If we didn't love each other, we wouldn't be together. What made Xin change so fast? After several romantic relationships, I truly understood what Marx meant when he said, "The economic base determines the superstructure"—a theory that applies universally. It holds paramount importance when choosing a partner. For the

next few days, Xin ignored me and gave me no chance. On the weekend, I hoped she would come with me to the railway school's computer lab as usual, so I could ask her something. But I waited downstairs all day, and she didn't come down. Later,

I saw Yan come down and asked her to speak to her. She went back upstairs and came down a little while later, saying, "You go back first, I'll talk to her, okay? She's not coming down today." I could only go back to my dorm, lie on my bed, and smoke cigarette after cigarette. This was the first time I smoked, and it was for Xin.

I knew things weren't simple, because there was no reason, but she wasn't giving me any chance.

During this time, I learned to smoke, drink, and sometimes even skip classes, lying in bed to sleep. But I knew I couldn't sleep; I was just numbing myself.

Then, one evening after self-study, Xin came to find me.

I hadn't gone to class that day; one of my roommates came back and told me that Xin had asked him to pass on a message, inviting me to the classroom. I jumped out of bed and ran to the classroom. There weren't many people there, but I saw Xin.

When she saw me, she put away her books and said, "Let's take a walk together."

I followed her to the playground, and neither of us spoke, but we sat down on the edge of the playground.

Xin spoke first, saying, "You've lost weight."

I hadn't been eating or sleeping well lately, and I had lost weight. But I could feel Xin's concern for me. I reached out and put my arm around her waist, and she didn't object. I asked, "Why did you ignore me after you came?"

What Xin said next plunged me into despair. She said, "I'm already so happy that we're together. I asked you out today hoping you could cheer up, stop torturing yourself, and live a good life. Your time at school is almost over; you'll be starting your internship in two days. You've always been excellent; don't let yourself sink any further. We...we...let's just end it like this." Then she ran away crying. I chased after her, calling, "Why? Why? Tell me, why..."

But Xin didn't stop; she just kept running. Something tripped me, and I fell to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, but Xin had already disappeared into the night.

That night, I didn't go back to my dorm. I walked alone to the riverbank behind the school. However, I never considered suicide. This has always been my principle. I felt that if I could face death, why wouldn't I have the courage to face reality? Death is just a cowardly escape. It was this belief that allowed me to persevere in fighting against reality after experiencing many hardships. In my heart, there has always been a saying: "Living is not just about adapting to the environment, but also about having the courage and effort to change it."

That night, I thought a lot, but I couldn't figure out what would make Xin change. However, I clearly felt that Xin still loved me deeply; what created a chasm between us, separating us so cruelly? I wanted to know, but knowing Xin as I do, I knew I wouldn't get any explanation from her.

Xin is a very opinionated and strong person; she only speaks her mind after making a decision, and once she's made a decision, she never changes it.

I could only find out from others. I thought of Yan; perhaps she knew something. However, I couldn't act like I had before, because I knew it would hurt Xin.

The next morning, I went to the classroom early and resumed my usual calm, but in my heart, Xin was still by my side, watching her face, her hands, and our once intoxicated bodies from afar.

Days passed like this. One day, the school notified us that a company was coming to recruit graduates from our school, and we should come in the next few days and not wander around. At that time, we were already in our graduating class, and the school had implemented a 3+1 system, which meant three years of study followed by a year of internship, but we were on a trial basis, which meant we spent all our time studying.

This news excited many people. In 1998, the employment situation had become tense, and a two-way selection process had begun, unlike before when the school would assign jobs. Fate was no longer simply waiting.

A few days later, the academic affairs office notified several people to come to the office, including me, all of whom were students with outstanding grades. Because I had ample time to study at the railway school, my computer skills were already quite good. I was the only student in the entire school to pass the Level 2 Computer exam with a score of 97 and receive an excellent certificate. Now, that certificate is useless, just a piece of paper.

At the time, eight or nine people went to the training center. They asked about everyone's thoughts, and what struck me as odd was their question: "If you were assigned to a frontline operational position, would you be willing?" Most people said yes, but I, young and impetuous, and perhaps feeling confident at the time, told them I would choose another company; because a company that doesn't value talent isn't my ideal company. They didn't say anything at the time, but I clearly sensed their disdain. Indeed, in their eyes, a vocational school graduate wasn't considered a talent. This made me reject the opportunity they offered.

The next day, they organized the graduates for their first written test, followed by interviews, and finally a six-month trial period at the factory before deciding whether to hire them. I didn't go that day. Instead, I sat in the classroom watching many classmates go. The aftermath was a mix of joy and sorrow. Xin went too, but I didn't see Yan.

Then, everyone spent their time waiting.

A few days later, the written test results came out. Xin passed. I didn't know whether to celebrate her or feel sorry for her. But all I could do was watch silently from behind.

I knew I couldn't wait any longer; this was my last chance. When evening self-study was about to start, and Yan walked to the second-floor corridor, I went up to her and asked her for a favor. She looked at me and said okay. We walked together to the corridor below the library and sat down. I asked her if she knew what had happened to Xin.

Yan said, "I know what you're asking. I know, but it's all too late."

"Why?" I asked.

"Xin has already gone home. She went back this afternoon." I was stunned. Yan continued, "Before she left, she told me everything..."

Through Yan's story, I learned the details. It turned out that before Xin came to this school, her family had already arranged a relationship and engagement for her with another person. This person had also paid for Xin's tuition for the past few years. Last holiday, when she went home, he told her that she wanted to marry him after graduation. Xin thought about it for a long time and made her decision; she couldn't go against her family's wishes. As for us, we were destined to be apart.

Furthermore, he had promised to find her a job in a public institution. She also asked Yan to tell me that she would be going to a factory that was hiring for a while to clear her head, and asked me to take care of myself. She also asked me not to go to that factory to see her again, so that we could both forget each other.

Tears welled up in my eyes. Our relationship had been defeated by reality. I had thought I had so much ability and could achieve so much, but reality had taught me a lesson, a lesson I would never forget.

Afterwards, Yan called me, and I realized I was still on campus. I walked towards the school gate, and Yan caught up with me. "Xin will be sad if you do this," she said, pulling me back to reality. Yes, how could I let Xin suffer in her pain, and make her even more heartbroken?

We slowly returned to school.

Sometimes, love slips through our fingers, but we don't seize it.

After a few days, my heart had calmed down a bit, largely thanks to Yan's care.

To this day, although I haven't been able to be with this confidante with whom I've never had a romantic relationship, I will never forget her. I've let go of all the opportunities. We've always been friends, close friends, friends who would entrust their lives to each other.

I've seen a lot of passion and desire, but I still have one thing to say: "True feelings still exist in this world, it's just that people's eyes are blinded by too many desires and wants." I'm so glad I let go of all the opportunities, so that Yan and I could be truly honest with each other and become reliable friends.

Perhaps Yan won't see this article, but I still hope she can live a better and happier life. Life already has too many hardships; happiness is the hardest to find.

Now, let's continue our story.

A few days later, the factory came to interview me. Unexpectedly, everyone who passed the written test got a chance. What followed was a farewell ceremony; we said goodbye to four years of our youth, to our close friends, and to our loved ones.

As I sat in the classroom, watching the car that was picking us up disappear into the horizon, I felt my heart die.

Perhaps, many who haven't experienced this feeling can't understand it. Only when you've truly experienced love, experienced this kind of unforgettable love, will you understand this feeling of utter despair.

Afterwards, those who didn't go participated in various training programs, primarily CNC machining; actually, there wasn't much training, and I didn't really listen to many classes, mostly just wasting time. Yan was often bored during class, so we would often chat. Yan sang very well, and she would hum softly during self-study sessions, since there was even less supervision during self-study, and few people came. I often listened to her sing while sitting next to Yan.

I remember she often sang a song called "Priceless Affection." Even today, I still vaguely remember a few lines of the lyrics: "Who knows the priceless value of affection? I'd rather be persistent than give up... I can only secretly walk behind you." Perhaps she got bored singing it alone, so she often asked me to sing it. However, I'm tone-deaf and couldn't sing it. She said, "I'll teach you." Being bored, I said, "Okay."

She taught me the song, and the whole afternoon I learned it from Yan line by line. Although I sang it very poorly, she kept encouraging me.

That afternoon, the sun shone brightly, illuminating not only the earth but also my heart.

A few days later, my internship began. We were assigned to the same group, which we actually chose ourselves. Our internship wasn't like before; we rarely went to the factory, and the factory didn't seem to care much, since we had paid our internship fees anyway.

One day, Yan and I went to the factory where we were doing our internship. When we got to the school gate, we found that there were only the two of us. The teacher in charge looked at us and said, "No one else is here? Right?" He said to me, "I have some things to do today. I'll find a bicycle, you can take her there."

I was a little reluctant to go, but Yan said, "Okay, we can look around." So I agreed. The teacher found a bicycle, but it was really old and worn out. After leaving the school gate, I gave Yan the bicycle and drove her to the factory. It was early spring, and the morning air was very fresh. The trees along the road had already sprouted buds, and the grass was beginning to turn green.

I chatted and laughed with Yan all the way, and it felt like we arrived very quickly. After dropping off the bicycle, we went to the temporary dormitory first. Although the internship location wasn't far away, and the school had received our accommodation fees, we rented two rooms in a village behind the factory, one for men and one for women. The "women's" room was actually Yan and another girl, who had already gone home.

We parked the car and walked around the factory, but nothing much happened. We then headed towards the dam behind the village. By this time, I knew a bit about Yan. A few years ago, she had a brief relationship with my roommate, which wasn't really dating, just some mutual attraction, and they broke up quickly. Until recently, the boy contacted her again, hoping to get back together. Yan was hesitant, but something happened next that made her give up completely.

One evening, Yan and one of the girls from her dorm were walking back from the street. Near the school, they sat down to rest because they were tired. Unexpectedly, the boy and another girl appeared. They seemed very intimate. Yan and her roommate were sitting in the shadows, unnoticed, in a relatively secluded space with a lawn and trees. The two girls

, seeing no one around, sat among the trees, but Yan and her roommate could clearly see them.

Yan was shocked, surprised that the boy had just said he wanted to get back together with her, yet he was with someone else.

They watched as the boy and girl embraced, their lips pressed tightly together, sucking on each other. The boy seemed very excited, his hands kneading the girl's breasts incessantly. Soon, his hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her inside. The girl twisted her body, pressing herself tightly against the boy. The boy pulled the girl onto his lap, her back to him, and inserted his thick penis into her vagina from below, so that even if someone were there, no one would see.

The boy's mouth continued to kiss the girl, his hands kneading her breasts more vigorously. The girl was already deeply aroused, pressing her body downwards, hoping for deeper penetration. The boy thrust upwards forcefully, and the two began to make love under the cover of night. Yan and her friend were stunned by the sight, unable to believe it was real.

The two people making love, perhaps having already engaged in foreplay somewhere, were now passionately pleasuring each other. The girl began to move rapidly up and down, her long hair swinging in the air. After dozens of thrusts, they pressed tightly together, and the boy's semen shot into the girl's vagina. Even from a distance, it was visible that their bodies recoiled with each thrust, like the recoil of artillery fire.

After a while, they got up and walked towards the school.

Seeing this, Yan was utterly devastated by the boy and refused his requests to get back together.

That afternoon, Yan told me all this on the riverbank, tears streaming down her face. I couldn't bear it, so I held her close, stroking her shoulders and patting her gently, telling her, "It's all in the past now. Actually, it was because of this that you met someone. This kind of person won't make you happy. You should be grateful, shouldn't you?" She gradually calmed down.

"Besides, a girl as good as you, whoever is with you is lucky," I continued to comfort her.

"Then, what about you?" she suddenly asked, a question that left me speechless.

I knew that some time ago, she had been secretly watching me and Xin make love. She had seen that boy make love with someone else. Although we were different, we had both been with other women in front of her. Moreover, I had just broken up with Xin, and if I said I liked her now, she would definitely see me as the same kind of person as that boy. I paused for a moment and said sadly, "I'm not worthy."

Yan had obviously thought of all this too. She didn't say anything and moved away from my embrace. I tactfully let her go.

We sat together for a while, and then she said she was tired, so we went back to the temporary dormitory. I took her to the dormitory, then went downstairs to get a kettle of water, boiled it on the electric heater, and then sat on another bed. She was obviously really tired after the excitement earlier, and lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

I waited for the water to boil, poured a glass, and placed it on her bedside table. I turned my head, wanting to wake her, but I was attracted by her beauty. Although we were often together, I had never been this close to her before. Her fair face, her smooth long hair, her long eyelashes, her rosy lips—everything was harmonious. I leaned down and kissed her lips, almost as if possessed. This startled Yan; she recoiled slightly, and I, too, suddenly realized my mistake, my face flushing crimson.

She paused, looking at me with amusement, and said, "I didn't expect you to blush." Looking into her eyes, I was captivated. I wanted to cherish her!

Completely unable to think, my lips slowly moved closer to hers…

Fifteen centimeters apart, yet it felt like an eternity; those few seconds felt like an eternity…

She finally moved, meeting my lips…

The feeling was wonderful. My right hand reached out and stroked her long hair. I held her tightly, afraid this feeling would vanish like a fleeting moment, leaving her no room for regret…

I wanted to kiss her!

When my lips touched hers, I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues intertwining with mine with the most tender touch. Our tongues chased each other, and she occasionally explored my mouth with her own fragrant tongue.

We kissed passionately for over ten minutes before reluctantly parting our lips.

"Yan, you know what? I've actually liked you for a long time, but I know I'm not good enough for you!" I said softly, looking at her face.

She didn't answer. Suddenly, as if realizing something, she said, "No, this isn't good for either of us. Let's not think about anything today. You can rest on that bed, okay?" Looking into her clear eyes, my desire was completely extinguished. I didn't know what to say, but I thought if she didn't like me, she wouldn't have let me kiss her for so long.

I moved back to the other bed and lay down fully clothed. Looking at Yan lying opposite me, my heart was pounding. I knew that if I tried harder, Yan would give up, and we would become one. But then I thought, how would we get along after that? Besides, she trusted me so much to lie next to her; how could I betray her trust?

After much deliberation, I finally lay still in bed, listening to her even breathing. I knew she must be exhausted too. While going through such a cruel ordeal herself, she still took care of me so often. Such affection left me speechless with gratitude.

06. Can Love and Friendship Be Differentiated?

When I woke up, it was already afternoon. Yan was already up, had packed her things, and draped her coat over me.

"Why didn't you wake me? You must be hungry. Let's go eat," I said quickly after checking the time.

"It's alright, you rest for a while. I just finished packing too," Yan replied with a smile. I suddenly felt a warmth, like a wife to her husband. I stared at Yan, lost in this feeling.

"Hey! What's wrong? I'm not Xin," I said, realizing my mistake, and Yan quickly added, "I'm really hungry. Let's eat together." I was truly grateful for Yan's thoughtfulness.

We walked into a restaurant outside the village, ate a quick bite, and seeing that it was getting late,

we decided to take Yan back on the bike. After crossing Jinling Bridge, Yan said, "There are too many cars on this road. Let's take the road ahead." I thought so too; the teacher's bicycle wasn't very good, and it would be a bit dangerous to take this road.

So, we crossed the bridge, turned onto the shop street, and walked back along it. I had never walked this road before, so I was just going by feel towards the school. Yan is a very pretty girl; although she's not tall, she has a breathtaking beauty. At this moment, she was sitting behind me, walking with me on the quiet road.

There were several textile factories along this route, and very few cars were on this side. It was rush hour, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road, so we walked leisurely, looking around as we went. We were almost at an underpass, at the bottom of a large slope, and seeing no cars, I didn't let Yan get off; we went down together.

Just as we reached the culvert entrance, a car suddenly sped out. Our brakes failed, and despite my tight grip, we were still propelled past by the powerful inertia. Yan saw the car and cried out, "Ah!" In that instant, Yan's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, her entire body pressed against my back. In this life-or-death moment, we were inextricably linked.

Fortune hadn't forgotten us; everything happened in a flash. The car couldn't stop either, and we narrowly missed each other, just centimeters apart. We were lucky to escape this ordeal. The car had already gone downhill and slowed down thanks to the brakes. However, Yan hadn't recovered from the shock and was still clinging tightly to me from behind. Only then did I feel the warmth emanating from my back.

Yan's breasts were pressed tightly against my back, her arms around my waist, her head resting on my back, motionless. I quickly asked, "Are you alright?" As soon as I said it, I regretted it.

We rarely had such intimate moments. When she held me tightly, I knew I was her world. Life and death didn't matter. Mutual affection was something we couldn't have, and this blind date was probably fleeting; after this, we'd never have another chance.

Yan was startled awake by my urgent questions. "N-nothing," she said, quickly withdrawing her hands from my waist. At that moment, I felt lost and fell silent. Yan clearly sensed it too.

So, I pedaled, carrying Yan, until we reached the middle of the street. Here, more and more people were appearing, with vendors scattered on both sides. I saw a strawberry vendor by the roadside. The strawberries looked very good, so I asked the vendor the price. Seeing that there weren't many left, the vendor said, "Eight yuan for all of them." I rarely eat snacks, but I thought Yan would definitely eat them, so I bought them all. Yan took the strawberries to the

tap to wash them, and then we ate them as we walked. Before we knew it, we had reached the railway tracks. We put down the bike and sat on the roadside, our backs to the tracks. I sat beside Yan, watching her long, flowing hair cascade over her shoulders, a delicate fragrance wafting from her. I watched her bring a strawberry to her lips, taking a gentle bite, and a sudden thought struck me of when Xin had fed me with her hair. A pang of emotion stirred within me.

I reached out and gently stroked a strand of hair near her ear. Yan giggled and brushed it away, saying, "Don't be silly, watch out for the train."

"What's there to be afraid of? I almost died just now, thankfully I didn't hit the train."

As I spoke, a blush rose on Yan's face, clearly remembering how tightly she had held me earlier. I longed to relive the intoxicating kiss we'd shared in the dormitory that morning, so I reached out and pulled her close, wrapping my arm around her waist. Yan didn't object, leaning gently against my shoulder. Her cloud-like hair brushed against my nose in the breeze, tickling me. I couldn't resist any longer, and I leaned in to kiss her ear lightly. My sudden action startled her, making her tremble.

My tongue traced the contours of Yan's ear, kissing and sucking. Yan's eyes were slightly closed, a blush rose to her cheeks, and her breathing quickened. Encouraged, I instinctively reached out towards her chest. Just then, a long whistle sounded in the distance, and a train sped towards us. Startled awake by the whistle, Yan pulled away from my embrace. The train passed us and disappeared into the distance.

"Let's go back, I'm a little cold," Yan said.

I knew that what had happened today was too sudden, and Yan couldn't accept it all at once, so I took her back to school.

That night, I had just fallen asleep when I was awakened by a commotion. It was Yan's roommate, who ran over to tell one of Yan's fellow villagers that Yan had suddenly fallen ill and was crying out in pain in bed. This fellow villager, who had always been kind to Yan, followed her downstairs after hearing this. At that moment, I really wanted to rush down, but I hesitated. This hesitation ultimately cost me and Yan our chance.

None of my classmates knew about my current relationship with Yan. They all knew that my roommate, who was also from Yan's hometown, had always harbored feelings for her, but Yan had always rejected him. They also knew that I had only recently broken up with Xin after being together for over six months due to unforeseen circumstances. If I rushed down now, what would they think? I would definitely be seen as someone who started something and then abandoned it.

Looking back now, those thoughts completely ruined me, and ultimately ruined Yan as well. In reality, who would care about you anyway? Although they might have their opinions, it wouldn't affect you. If I had rushed down then, Yan would definitely be my lover now, by my side. But now everything is irreversible; that's a story for another time.

So, I didn't go down, and stayed in bed. For my own selfish reasons, I deeply regretted it whenever I thought about it.

The next morning, my roommate returned, saying that Yan had appendicitis. When he took her to the hospital, she was in excruciating pain and was currently there. He had also notified Yan's family.

I rushed out, and then I did something incredibly foolish again. Still thinking about what I'd had the night before, I found a girl I knew and asked her to take me. I told her it was my friend, the boy who'd first had a relationship with Yan, and asked me to go see her.

She took me there, and I even bought some fruit. When we appeared in the ward, I clearly felt Yan flinch, but she didn't say anything. She just told me she was fine, that she was better now, and thanked us for visiting. When I heard her say "we," her reluctance was glaring. Then she didn't say anything more. Yan's father had already arrived from home and was also at the hospital. Seeing Yan lie down, silent, I had no choice but to leave.

Who could have imagined that this parting would leave us forever separated, never to be together again? If Yan hadn't developed feelings for me, she wouldn't have been unhappy because I came with someone else. Actually, Yan had already begun to accept me, because we had built a deep friendship during our time together. If we had taken that next step, everything would have changed. Unfortunately, because of my selfishness and foolishness, love withered before it even truly began.

Seven, mistakes can be corrected, but what about repeating the same mistake?

The very next day, I suddenly heard that Yan had gone home with her father, saying she needed to rest for a while, and left the hospital early.

With Yan gone, my heart felt empty again. At this time, another girl entered my life. Her name was Su. Getting together with Su was my mistake, and I paid a heavy price for it.

Back then, finding a job had become our most important task. Although our training continued, many people often skipped classes, frequently queuing at the school's public phones to contact their families and find employment.

I was doing the same thing. One of my classmates said he wanted to go to another city to see the world. He didn't know much about it, only that teachers often told him jobs were easier to find and paid better in the eastern regions. He felt lonely going alone, so he came to me. I was also unemployed at the time, and Yan had gone home, so I was bored and agreed. He got two student IDs from a teacher and bought two student tickets to Shanghai.

We were really naive back then. From Xi'an to Shanghai, over a thousand kilometers, we didn't even get seats, only standing tickets.

We didn't tell many people, but Su, who shared a dorm with Xin, knew when we bought the tickets. When we left, she saw us off. Since we'd known each other a bit and she was a class leader, I didn't think much of it.

She had found a temporary job at a restaurant outside the school and didn't attend classes often.

I only remember the train being very crowded, everyone was packed in, but we were young and could handle it. Nowadays, it's hard to even get a sleeper berth, let alone a standing ticket. As the car left the ancient city, the city walls gradually shrank. It was my first time going to such a far place, and my heart was filled with both the unknown and longing, as well as excitement. Because there were so many people, it felt like a stuffy freight car.

People are strange. Often, when you're in a place, you don't feel anything, but when it's time to leave, a strong sense of reluctance arises. As the train sped past Tongguan, the song "That day, you left without a word... When you shouldered your baggage, you walked alone... I know you have a thousand words, ten thousand words, but dare not utter them..." echoed in my ears, truly reflecting my feelings at the time. Xin had already left me for some reason, and I couldn't blame her. Yan had also gone home. Now, I was traveling alone, so lonely, so desolate. It

wasn't until after Zhengzhou that we finally squeezed into a seat. What should have been a three-person seat had five people; there were just too many people. We took turns sitting, which made it a little better. Nothing much happened along the way.

When the train reached Suzhou, my classmate said she wanted to get off there. At that time, Suzhou was just beginning to develop and didn't have the developed industrial areas it has now. However, I had always been attracted by the culture of the Suzhou and Hangzhou area, so I agreed. We got off the bus, found a place to stay, and went out to look for work. However, jobs weren't easy to find at the time. When we came back, we thought we should find temporary work first, otherwise we could only afford to stay for four or five days.

So, we tried our luck everywhere, and the jobs we looked for gradually changed. At first, I wanted to find a computer company, but they wouldn't even talk to us for a short time. We looked at many places, and finally, we went to a karaoke bar. Some of their staff had just quit, so they let us try.

Our main job there was cleaning, and we also helped a young man from Sichuan tend the boiler. The weather was quite cold then, and we were woken up at six every morning to wash mops with ice-cold water, then mop the floor, and then deliver things. Because we had little experience, we were rarely allowed to work in the main hall or private rooms.

After a few days, my hands were cracked in several places, and it stung whenever I touched the cold water. I couldn't rest until after midnight. Having enjoyed a comfortable life at school for so long, I found this kind of work unbearable. I thought of Su, who had brought us here; she must have felt the same way.

That day, we called Su to tell her we had arrived in Suzhou and were doing well. What touched me most was that she actually asked if we had any money left; if not, she could send us some. People are often moved by small things, and this感动 (being moved) can lead us astray, ultimately resulting in serious mistakes.

At that moment, a line of poetry suddenly came to mind, and I wrote her a letter, offering some words of comfort and including half a line of poetry: "In the rain-soaked alley, outside the gate, we know each other's joys and sorrows," and sent it out.

A couple of days later, we left for some reason. Here's what happened: There were four female waitresses with us. They were often groped by some men in the main hall or private rooms. Because we rarely went to the front, we didn't know. One day, there were many customers, and the boss asked me and him to take some fruit and snacks to the third floor. There were already people on the third floor, but for some reason, the boss still asked us to go.

So we went upstairs. When we pushed open the door to the private room, the inner door wasn't closed, and the curtain wasn't fully drawn. We were stunned by what we saw behind the curtain: a man was on top of a waitress named Xiaoyun. Her clothes had been torn open, and the man was naked from the waist down. A thick penis was going in and out of Xiaoyun's vagina. Xiaoyun's legs were spread wide, and she was panting with her eyes slightly closed: "Ouch... Brother Guang! It's... it's here! Don't rub! It's so itchy and itchy inside, like ants crawling and insects crawling! Ah... it's so uncomfortable."

The man called Brother Guang was slowly thrusting in and out. The waitress's snow-white, delicate, smooth, and curvaceous body aroused the man even more. His hands kept stroking her tender breasts. He would occasionally pinch and twist her nipples, while kissing her pink neck randomly, and thrusting in and out rapidly.

After a while, Xiaoyun swayed her hips, responding to the man's movements, her mouth uttering incoherent moans, and a seductive smile appeared on her pink face. The man thrust harder, gradually moving from the tip to the hilt, pumping in and out indiscriminately, making squelching and creaking sounds. Her two red, warm, and soft labia, like flower petals, tightly held her penis, incessantly swallowing and releasing, splashing fluid everywhere, like a ripe peach being broken open by a stick, even the juice flowing out.

As they continued, Xiaoyun felt pleasure and comfort from the man, gradually becoming more wanton. She used her waist to thrust her hips upwards, meeting the penetrating penis, the thrusting causing Xiaoyun initial pain, but then gradually entering a state of blissful wantonness.

She was panting and moaning, saying, "Okay... Brother... Hurry up, it doesn't hurt anymore... Harder... A little more... Oh, it's so good... So much fun... I'm so happy!" She twisted her waist and arched her buttocks to welcome him; the man's hands kept kneading her pink breasts, his mouth was kissing Xiaoyun's rosy cheeks, and he was thrusting hard and fast.

Suddenly, Xiaoyun cried out again, "Oh... Good Brother Guang! I never imagined this thing would be so incredibly fun! It's so itchy! It even makes my bones ache! Oh... hurry... hurry and do it! Hmm! Your glans is killing me! That little... flesh, you're touching it... it feels so good! It's scraping my insides so comfortably! Ah... come on!"

The man, however, was brimming with lust, thrusting hard all the way to the root, pressing against her flesh, making Xiaoyun's paradise look like a small hill. The flesh collided with each other with a crackling sound, even Xiaoyun's lower abdomen was being bumped up and down. Xiaoyun felt as if her body had been released, her lust so intense that even her flower heart had opened. Unable to resist, she felt her body tremble slightly.

She gripped the man tightly with her hands, her thighs wrapped around his buttocks, and she could only moan softly. At this moment, the man forcefully inserted his penis into her vagina, pressing his lower abdomen tightly against Xiaoyun's. His penis throbbed inside, and gushes of semen shot towards Xiaoyun's clitoris.

Xiaoyun's limbs trembled violently, feeling her body dissolve as if mud had melted into water. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly parted, uttering indistinct moans—"Oh, I'm dying, I'm so happy!"—before the rest was clear. She simply closed her eyes. Savoring this rare and precious sensation, a feeling that even a writer couldn't describe,

we quickly closed the door and retreated. Xiaoyun had clearly seen us, peeking out and giving us a seductive wink, giggling.

We felt very embarrassed; if we stayed any longer, something bad might happen. So, the next day, we made an excuse, saying the school wanted us to go back, or we wouldn't get our graduation certificates, hoping to leave. The boss didn't say anything, but he had promised 600 yuan a month, but after working for 10 days, each of us only received a little over 80 yuan. He said it was because the month wasn't even over yet, and if it weren't for the fact that we were students, we wouldn't even get that much.

We knew that people in this line of work weren't very settled, and you couldn't just leave whenever you wanted. My classmate wanted to stay a few more days after finding a place, but I was determined to go back, and he couldn't persuade me otherwise. So, we bought train tickets and started our journey home.

I remembered the letter I had sent to Su a few days ago and felt it was inappropriate.

After all, we were just casual acquaintances, and it wouldn't be good if the letter ended up in her hands. I hurriedly returned from Suzhou and told Su that I had written her a letter, but asked her not to open it and to wait five years before reading it. She said she hadn't received it yet, so I was only half relieved.

After that, Su started treating me a little differently. She often sat next to me in class, and sometimes we would go for walks together. At that time, our school held a job fair and invited some companies. I had a relative who worked in the student affairs office and was in charge of job placement, so I asked him to help Su out. He asked what our relationship was, and I said we were friends. He must have thought she was my girlfriend. So at the job fair, we both successfully signed contracts with the same company.

Perhaps it was because my actions touched her deeply at a time when she needed help the most. One afternoon, after lunch, we happened to run into each other in the classroom. Since the classroom was empty, we chatted by the window. She asked me why I had helped her, and why my relative would agree to help. You see, many of our classmates had to give gifts worth thousands of yuan to teachers for help; she must have known that, which is why she asked, and perhaps she was also testing me.

I told Su that I only wanted her relative to think I was her girlfriend. But she didn't need to worry; as long as she found a job, we could still be friends. She immediately asked me, "So you just wanted others to 'think'?"

I was startled; she must have received and read the letter I wrote from Suzhou.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "I've already been bitten once and am now very wary. Besides, I never expected anyone to repay me for this; it's all because we're friends."

"What if I wanted to be your girlfriend too?" I was surprised by her frankness.

"But you should know that no one would be indifferent to what happened between Xin and me," I replied.

"Xin's gone. Are you still going to dwell on the past? Let's start over, okay?" I felt so stupid to have a girl comfort me like that. "This isn't me repaying you; it's just my honest feeling."

I hesitated. I knew it wasn't that I didn't like Su; she was a pretty girl too. "I'm so afraid that if I take this step, I'll make a mistake."

Su gently leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered, "No, never." But that 'never' didn't become 'forever' later.

Just then, a classmate ran in. She was in the same dorm as Su and shouted, "Look at you two, standing here so happy admiring the scenery! The movie's about to start; hurry down and watch it!"

I realized it was all too late. Within a few days, many people knew about my relationship with her.

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