[Urban] Spring Breeze and Rain Record (Complete) - 21

Fourteen, Water flows with the clouds, but my heart remains unchanged.

I didn't want to live in the company dormitory because it was too dirty. So every day I slept in the office, using a few chairs pushed together as a makeshift bed.

These days, I spent my days on QQ and often didn't go to sleep until after midnight. But after a few days, I couldn't stand it anymore because I wasn't sleeping comfortably.

A colleague happened to say that there was a vacant room in his courtyard, and I went to see it with him that afternoon. It was quite nice; the room was a bit small, but the rent was cheap, and the biggest advantage was that it was quiet, so I rented it. On the weekend, I packed my things—not much, just a quilt, a few clothes, two cardboard boxes—and took a taxi to get it. I lived in this place for almost a year.

After moving here, I was close to the company, could go online every day, and didn't come back until eight or nine o'clock. I would have a simple meal, and life was quite ordinary.

One day, while searching on QQ, I found a girl named Shui. We developed a close relationship through casual chat, but it was purely friendship. I started calling her "Shui Yatou" (Water Girl), but she immediately objected, saying she was older than me and should be called "Sister Shui."

During our chats, I received a lot of comfort from her and deeply felt she was a very good girl. I said, "Okay, but you can't ignore me like before." I remember at the beginning, she would only occasionally respond after I sent many messages, so when I brought it up now, she explained that she wasn't always at the computer.

In the days that followed, I often talked to her about my love life, from Xin to Yan, and then to Su. She didn't say I was wrong; she just listened to my stories with a calm heart, like a friend.

The internet is a private space where you can share your unhappiness with others without worrying about your real-life privacy being spread. During these days, my heart gradually calmed down.

Later, I also asked Shui about her, but she often didn't answer. One day, after work, I chatted with her online. On the whiteboard, our words flashed. I asked her why she wasn't married yet, and she said she hadn't found the right person. I asked if it was okay for me, and she said, "You should find someone else; I'm not right for you." I said, "If you're still not married, I'll definitely invite you to my wedding someday. If you're still not married by then, I'll keep my bride and marry you." Shui said she was very touched because a boy had said the same thing to her before. I asked her what happened between you two, and she said nothing.

I still called her occasionally. Her voice was so sweet, without the typical Northeastern girl's voice. We often talked on the phone for half an hour, sometimes even transferring our online conversations here. However, I still didn't know her name.

Later, I had the opportunity to attend an exhibition in Shenyang—Shui's city. A few days before I left, I told her on QQ. After arriving in Shenyang, I found a hotel and then went to an internet cafe. I logged onto QQ, and she happened to be online and had already replied, welcoming me to Shenyang.

I wanted to see her. She asked where I was, and I told her I was at Wulihe Stadium. She said she'd come over in the afternoon and call me later.

At the stadium, I saw her. Her red dress billowed in from afar, and I was amazed by her beauty—so serene, so gentle, truly like water. The wind gently lifted her long hair; it was a truly beautiful picture. I walked up to her and said, "You must be Sister Water." She said yes. I said I knew it at first glance. She asked why.

"Gentle and graceful, a smile like a spring breeze; surpassing all other beauties, she is none other than Sister Water."

Water, upon hearing this, said, "You're so funny." I said, "No, I'm actually quite introverted, but seeing Sister Water makes me talkative."

We strolled among the green trees and red flowers, the air filled with the delicate fragrance of Water, faint yet carrying a serene atmosphere.

I knew she was three years older than me and worked at an internet company. I asked her why she dared to come, wasn't she afraid of being scammed? She smiled playfully and said, "I've talked to you for so long, don't I know you?" Then she added, "Because when our eyes met, through eye contact, I knew you were a good guy, it felt really good, and I was very happy."

She said she was a little cold, so we stood up and looked into the distance. I reached out and hugged her tightly from behind.

She wasn't too keen, but she didn't object either. My hand unconsciously wanted to slip inside her clothes, but she refused, saying, "It's too fast, it's not good."

I nodded. Indeed, looking back, I realized I had been out of my mind. How could I do this to such an innocent girl on our first date? It was so unlike me.

That night, I took her home. When we got to her place, I asked her, "May I kiss you?" She didn't answer, but I stroked her hair with my left hand, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and leaned in, beginning a new exchange, a touch, with my tongue meeting hers…

She gradually became aroused, a blush spreading across her face. She took my hand and said, "Can you carry me to the bed?"

I half-lifted her, gently laying her flat on the bed, supporting myself with my hands beside her, gazing down at her with my head lowered. She softly said, "I love you, I really love you to death…" I replied that I did too, and she said, "Come on, come love me to death…" I hesitated for a moment, after all, we had only met for such a short time, but before I could nod, she began to caress my entire body. At this moment, I couldn't control my emotions at all, so I slowly unbuttoned her clothes, admiring her naked body for the first time. Her skin was very white and tender.

After touching her breasts for a while, I freed one hand and slowly reached down, sliding into her private area. She moaned softly, and I slowly took off her panties; she was clearly still a little shy. I also took off my clothes, but because I was so nervous, it took me a long time. She chuckled beside me, a happy and sweet laugh.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth, sliding around inside. Her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I felt a powerful throbbing in my lower body. One of her legs wrapped around mine, her thighs clamping tightly around my groin, gently twisting her body.

She tightened her grip, her tongue swirling in my mouth. I freed one hand to caress her snow-white leg that was wrapped around me. She murmured, occasionally letting out a soft "hmm."

I whispered in her ear, "Let's go to the sofa." She lowered her legs, her mouth still biting mine. I unbuttoned her clothes one by one, revealing her white bra. I couldn't resist and lifted it up from the bottom, exposing her two trembling, jade-like breasts before my eyes.

I pressed both hands against her breasts simultaneously; they were so soft and large, too big to be fully grasped with one hand. Her legs were already wrapped around my waist, her hands holding my head and pressing it down hard. I lowered my head and took her right breast into my mouth, my tongue beginning to lick her dark red nipple, occasionally sucking gently. She began to moan softly. My right hand caressed her left breast, pinching the nipple with my fingers; it was slowly hardening.

She half-raised herself, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, letting me take it off. At this moment, her upper body was completely naked before me. I unzipped the back of her skirt and pulled it down. Looking at her again, her upper body was naked, wearing flesh-colored stockings, and on her feet were those white strappy high heels that had aroused my lust.

I began to kiss her slowly down from her breasts. I pulled down her pantyhose, revealing her white underwear. I slipped my hand inside; the pubic hair was thick, and further down, it was completely wet. When my fingers touched her private parts, she let out a soft moan.

I lifted one of her legs and slowly kissed upwards from the groin. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft. Reaching her instep, I unbuckled her shoes, took them off, and gently caressed her toes.

My lower body was already painfully swollen. I said, "Sister Shui, I want you!" She said, "Take off your pants and clothes!"

I got up and took off all my clothes and pants, lying naked on top of her again. I gently kissed her ear.

She said, "Go in, put it in." I grasped my penis and thrust it into her wet place. But, even though I felt the position was right, my penis just didn't seem to be going in the right place. I kept exploring at the entrance, but I could never get it in correctly. Shui, already tormented by this unintentional act, was weak all over and panting heavily.

She changed her position, sitting to my side, and began to tease my penis with her feet. Her right big toe spread apart, tightly gripping my penis, while her left toe gently rubbed the glans. I was so aroused by this teasing that I couldn't resist! My body involuntarily began to move up and down.

She got up, spread her legs, and sat on my lower abdomen, gently wriggling. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my lower abdomen. Her hand reached out from behind her buttocks, grasped my penis, and straightened it. Then, she raised her buttocks and slowly sat down. My genitals were suddenly enveloped by a hot, wet sensation.

She cried out, "Ah!" and pressed her hands against my chest, stroking it up and down. Her two soft, white breasts bounced with her movements, and I reached out and squeezed them hard. As her movements quickened, she began to moan incessantly.

"Ah...ah...so good...oh...so full, oh...ah..."

I sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, biting her breast with my teeth while squeezing it with one hand. She seemed very sensitive to this kind of kiss. Her movements became more intense, pounding up and down like a ram. My genitals, under such intense friction, also felt increasingly swollen, and I cooperated by moving up and down to meet her thrusts.

"Oh...oh...suck it, suck it..." "Yes...I want to squeeze you to death...it's so thick...kiss it, oh...it's so swollen...ah...you..., hold...me...ah..."

Her legs were spread apart on either side of my body. I kissed her breasts and caressed her feet.

My fingers dug into the soles of her feet. She was completely lost in a state of sexual ecstasy and no longer felt anything from the scratching. I held her buttocks and began to thrust, increasing the intensity of her up-and-down movements.

"Ah...! I feel so good...! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to...come, I'm going to...come...oh..." I suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over my lower body, and then I felt the soft skin surrounding my lower body begin to tremble. I also felt my lower body begin to contract, and the sluice gate suddenly opened, a stream of heat gushing into the depths of Shui's body.

I returned from my business trip, but I had lost contact with Shui. She had resigned from that company, but no one knew where she went. I could only wish her happiness on QQ. fxcm Study Room

Fifteen: Letting Go, Unwilling to Let This Romantic Relationship Fulfilled.

In the days that followed, I met an online friend named Feng. Initially, I didn't know her name; we just chatted online. She said she had just finished the college entrance exam and was anxiously waiting, feeling very down. I comforted her. After that, I saw her online often and got to know her a little. One day, she told me that the university she was applying to was in the same city as mine. I was happy and said I could pick her up when she registered. She asked if it was true, and I told her definitely.

A few days later, she suddenly called to tell me that she was now in the city, had already registered at the university, and was strolling around with her mother. We chatted casually for a while, and she said we should meet up sometime, even though we had chatted online for a long time but never met in person. I agreed. During our chats, I shared my disappointment and her joy. I always thought she would be a very cheerful and happy girl.

Until I met her, it truly confirmed my thoughts.

She was a bright and pretty girl, wearing a white trench coat. But somehow, before we met, we had so much to talk about; yet, when I was with her, I felt like we had little to say. Perhaps it was because we came from different backgrounds, and she was three or four years younger than me.

However, that day, I noticed she didn't seem very happy, so I took her to the park for a while. She quickly came out, saying she wasn't feeling well. So, we sat on a stone bench nearby, chatting about her summer waits and funny stories from home. Before we knew it, it was almost five o'clock. She hurriedly told me they had evening self-study and roll call. I walked her to the intersection leading to her school so she could take a bus home, and I went back to my place.

Our first meeting felt somewhat awkward, perhaps because we'd never met face-to-face before.

The next day, she called me to ask how I was doing. I said, "I'm fine." She said, "She thought I would call her after she got back, but I didn't." I quickly explained, "I went straight back to my place; it wasn't convenient to call."

She said she was free on the weekend and asked if she could come over. I was initially worried it wouldn't be appropriate for her to come to the company, but since I'm single now, I agreed. That day I was at work. Before

she arrived, she told me she was bringing me some food because I had previously told her that the company food was terrible. When she was almost there, I went to meet her at the intersection. Seeing her again made me feel better; she looked beautiful today, much more radiant than before. I told her, "You're so pretty." She said, "It's so rare to hear you say that today; I was almost losing my confidence."

We went to the company together, and I spent the afternoon playing on QQ with her. She showed me her favorite Flash animations one by one, and finally asked me on QQ, "How was it meeting me?"

I didn't answer directly but asked her, "How did you feel?"

She said she wanted to know. I replied, "What you want to know is what I also want to know. Now you understand, right?" She laughed and said I was too reserved.

After work, we went out for dinner together. When we came out, we realized it was raining, and I hadn't brought an umbrella. She opened her umbrella and said I didn't even check the weather. I laughed and told her, "It's only a few minutes' walk to the company, so there's no need to worry about the weather."

We walked slowly in the drizzle. My left hand was holding the umbrella, but I didn't know where to put my right.

She asked me what was wrong, and I frankly said, "I don't know what to do with my arm. Otherwise, I'll push her into the rain and have to hold the umbrella all by myself." Hearing this, she reached out and linked her arm with mine, laughing, "Is this okay?"

I was stunned by her frankness and innocence. If Feng knew she was with a man who had already slept with several women, would she still act this way? I let her link my arm with mine, and we strolled in the rain. It felt so beautiful, but I had a vague worry: how long would this beauty last?

After seeing her into a taxi, I checked the license plate and told her to call me when she got home. I would wait for her call at the company before going back to my place. That rainy night brought us much closer.

She came two or three more times after that. Each time, we'd surf the internet at the company, then eat, and then go home.

During this time, I felt we were getting quite close, but I was also very worried that it would all be fleeting, and I often fell into melancholy.

One weekend, she met up with me again and came here. However, she didn't stay at the company for very long that day, and she even brought her homework, diligently working on it.

After work, she ate some food with me and said she wanted to visit my place. I told her my place was too messy, and she laughed and asked, "Is it because it's inconvenient for me to come?"

I knew she misunderstood, and said, "Nothing else, it's just a bit messy."

She said, "I'll just sit for a bit and then leave. Do you have something to do tonight?" I suddenly wanted to joke with her, so I told her, "A colleague introduced me to someone, and we're meeting tonight." She said, "I'll just be there for a little while, it won't interfere with your meeting." I replied, "Since you've already asked to come, you can't say my place is messy." She laughed and said, "Is it full of trash, and the blankets aren't even made?" I said, "Yes."

We walked through the alley and arrived at my place. Actually, I live alone, and it's not too bad. I clean the house every few days, but I only use it for sleeping, so it's generally clean. When I opened the door, she looked around and said, "It's not messy at all."

Sitting on my bed, she said, "Your little place is really cozy, it feels so nice. I want a little place like this someday."

I laughed at her and replied, "Don't be silly, you probably wouldn't even like this little place."

She said, "No way, I just love the cozy feeling here."

I said, "You do your homework, I'll read for a bit, it won't bother you. " She glanced at the clock on my desk; it was only seven o'clock. She noticed several books on my desk, covered in a layer of dust. She took a rag and wiped the desk clean. When she picked up the books, she found they were also covered in dust. She took some paper from her bag and slowly began wiping them.

I told her, "No need to wipe them. They've been there for a long time untouched. Wipe them when you're ready to read."

Feng replied, "You should cherish your books! I've always taken good care of my books since elementary school."

I laughed and said, "I'm not like that. Every time I finish studying, the corners of my books curl up, it looks terrible."

Feng said, "I can tell from the look of this book that you don't cherish them, otherwise it wouldn't be covered in dust."

Watching her carefully wipe the book was really heartwarming; she finished quickly.

She put her homework on the desk and started doing it, while I read a book beside her. Around ten o'clock, I was getting sleepy. I asked her, "How's your homework going?" She said, "A little bit left." She asked me what time it was. I looked at my watch and said, "Ten-thirty." She exclaimed, "Oh!" I quickly said, "Don't shout, people will misunderstand." She said, "I kept looking at the clock on the table, thinking it was still early." I said, "That clock doesn't have batteries; it hasn't been used in a long time."

She said, "What should I do? The school gates are locked now." I said, "How about this, you stay here, I'll go find somewhere else." She said, "Never mind, let's just

squeeze in here. I'll read here, you can take a nap and sit until dawn." I was overjoyed and agreed. Then, I sat across from her, watching her, and tears silently streamed down her face. I quickly asked, "What's wrong?" She said she remembered a time when she went out with classmates and didn't come home until late, but her mother and many others searched for her until they finally found her. When they saw she was alright, they hugged her and cried. If her mother knew she was like this today, she would be heartbroken. I felt ashamed of my selfishness. I took out a towel and gently wiped away her tears, telling her that her mother should be glad because I was a good person. Hearing this, Feng stopped crying and laughed, saying, "What good person? You didn't even tell me the time earlier." I explained that I was reading and hadn't noticed the time, and seeing her doing her homework, I hadn't dared to disturb her. Seeing her sitting there uncomfortably, I told her to lie down, and she said it was fine. I didn't want to force her, so I moved aside to make her more comfortable. I looked at Feng across from me; her eyes were gently closed, her long eyelashes drooping over her eyelids, and tear stains still clung to her fair face. I wiped away her tears with a warm towel, but it startled her awake. She looked at me as I finished wiping them away. She looked at me alluringly, and I couldn't help but be attracted by her beauty. I gently kissed her forehead, and her pure face flushed instantly. But I was startled awake by her innocence. I couldn't do this. She was still just a young girl entering university. Perhaps we were together today because of a past relationship, but her path was long, and I couldn't guarantee our future. Taking it any further would only hurt her. "If you love someone, don't hurt them." This sentence suddenly echoed in my ears. I was no longer innocent. After several relationships, I dared not accept another love with so many unknowns. I would rather give up my own love and let her focus on her studies while our feelings for each other were still shallow. Perhaps one day we would meet again, and she might come back to me, but now it was still too early. So, I gently stepped back and sat opposite her until I heard her even breathing, knowing she had fallen asleep. Only then did I lie down on the headboard, fully clothed, and sleep. Today, I can't be sure if what I did was right or wrong, but I don't want her, so young, to be ruined because of me. After all, love carries too many burdens, and perhaps she can't bear such a heavy load yet. The next morning, I rushed off to work. When I returned, Feng had already cleaned the house spotlessly and was asleep in bed. My opening the door woke her. She quickly folded the blankets and told me she was going out to buy some things. Seeing that I had plenty of time before my afternoon shift, I went with her. However, more than an hour passed, and we still hadn't bought anything. She said, "Don't go to work this afternoon; come with me to the city." Since I didn't have much to do that day, I took the day off. We searched for a long time before finally finding what she wanted. By the time we finished buying it, it was almost three o'clock, and we hadn't had lunch yet, so we went to the KFC on Beida Street. I felt I should give Feng an explanation; otherwise, if things continued like this, I would eventually lose control, and then it would be all over. So, I told Feng that I now had a girlfriend, and we were very much in love. Feng didn't say anything. Until we finally parted ways in the car—I went back to my place, and she went back to school—Feng never came to our company again, nor did she ever call me. I think this is the best way for her, to keep the dream in her heart and let the love slowly fade away. Sixteen, true love is right beside you in the ordinary. In the days that followed, my heart calmed down, and I really wanted to find a real, simple love. We didn't want to go through any more ups and downs, just peace and quiet. More than half a year later, I have a girlfriend in my life. She is a very kind girl, and also very beautiful. At first, I didn't think about being with her, because after experiencing so much, I started to think that maybe I should wait a few years before considering these things, after all, my circumstances weren't very good yet. One day, the company suddenly lost power, and my colleagues and I in the same compound had nothing to do. We'd been eating out a lot, and hadn't had a chance to try cooking for ourselves, so we went to a female colleague's place (who is now my girlfriend). My colleague and she graduated from the same school, and I went along to freeload. When we arrived at her place, we found another female colleague already there. We ate together, and naturally, there wasn't enough rice, so we went out to buy some vegetables and steamed buns. It had been a long time since I'd cooked a meal myself, and I enjoyed it very much. It was delicious, and the atmosphere was lively with so many people eating together. I hadn't spent time with girls in a long time, and being with them again today was wonderful. A few days later, it was the weekend, and I thought I should treat the girl who cooked to a meal; after all, it wouldn't be right to eat for free. So, I invited a colleague from the neighborhood and her to KFC. I thought the environment there was nice, especially in the evening when it was less crowded, and the soft music helped us relax. During the meal, we chatted a lot about life and work. I felt we could talk about many things, and I was very happy to have met a kindred spirit. We had a very enjoyable meal.

After that, I had more opportunities to spend time with her. One day, a few of us planned to go out to buy some things. Her younger brother also came, so we took a car out. I spent a long time with her that day. She was still quite young and walked rather clumsily. I remember that outside the bookstore, as we were crossing the street, a car sped towards us. I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back. That moment was truly unforgettable. When I held her smooth hand gently in mine, a warmth rose from my heart.

However, I immediately let go of her hand to avoid her misunderstanding, but she didn't mind. Afterward, we went to the bookstore together and read for a while. When she saw her brother off, she repeatedly gave him instructions. I was really touched. Her own salary wasn't much, and she was also supporting her brother's school expenses. It was almost winter, and she didn't even have a good winter coat.

I didn't have any financial burden at the time, so I took her to the supermarket and bought her a good winter coat. It was getting colder, and seeing her thin cotton coat, I really wanted to help her. But she didn't want to accept my offer. After some persuasion, she finally agreed to lend me the coat first, and then buy a cheaper one.

I knew she loved reading, so I often took her to bookstores. These days, she's been very happy. One day, I took her to Jiaotong University. Sitting on a stone bench, she happily admired the beautiful scenery around her. The green trees and flowing water brought us peace and tranquility amidst our busy work lives.

Back at our lodgings, she said she was tired and wanted to rest. I told her to rest, and I'd sit beside her.

Watching her lie on the bed, her eyes gently closed, I gently leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. She quickly covered her face with her hands, saying no. I didn't stop; instead, I placed my tongue on her lips, gently slipping it between her teeth, curling it around her tongue, and gently sucking and merging with it.

She quickly dodged to the side, saying, "No, no..."

I whispered in her ear, "What's gone?"

She said, "My first kiss is gone." I gently bit her earlobe, and with a soft gasp, our tongues intertwined again...

As the days passed, New Year's Day was fast approaching. We both registered for the January self-study exams and began our intense studies again. We sat on one bed, reading until late at night. I couldn't go back, so I lay down beside her bed, fully clothed. During the two days of exams, I thought of her constantly. After the exams, I returned and embraced her, kissing her.

She shyly accepted, her face blooming like a peach blossom. I couldn't resist either, holding her tighter. Her tongue pressed firmly against mine, my brain surging with excitement. We embraced, releasing ourselves in each other's passion.

I carried her to the bed, kissing her face, ears, and neck. She was hot, as if she had a fever. I whispered to her, "I love you."

She buried her head in my chest. As if receiving tacit consent, I slowly moved my head down, kissing her delicate breasts along her bra. She was aroused by my kisses, her eyes half-closed, soft moans escaping her throat.

These moans were like a summons, making me lose control. My hands reached behind her, gently unhooking her bra. Her large breasts, usually hidden from view, were now before me. I took her nipple into my mouth, my tongue circling and kissing it. She could no longer resist, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck, pressing down hard. My lower body also became burning hot, a triangle bulging in my pants.

My hands never stopped. I caressed her waist, slowly moving downwards. In that warm area, I stroked along her inner thighs; even through her bra, she was already wet. I gently rubbed along that mysterious area, my mouth still kissing and sucking on her nipples.

I could no longer restrain myself; I removed my own clothes and slowly took off her underwear as well. She was already in a semi-dazed state, pressing her body tightly against me. I tilted to one side, pressing her beneath me, continuing to stimulate her nipples with my mouth. My penis, as hot as steel, moved forward slowly, searching for a while before finally guiding it to her delicate labia with my hand, gently pushing it in. Her

warm vagina tightly enveloped it. Because she had never experienced this before, she cried out in pain as soon as I entered a little: "No…!" My lips immediately silenced her, and my burning penis pressed against her lower body.

After a while, she began to secrete fluid, making it more lubricated. I slowly pushed in, little by little. Under my teasing, her legs relaxed, making entry easier; halfway in, I encountered something soft and tense, blocking my penis. I knew this was the crucial moment.

I sucked hard on her nipple, diverting her attention, and suddenly broke through her resistance. She clung to me tightly in pain, barely managing to stifle a cry.

I placed myself inside, kissing her lips, without moving immediately. After a while, waiting for her to relax, I slowly began to thrust in and out. Her vagina gradually felt less painful and became more lubricated, slowly beginning to respond to me. Afraid of hurting her, I gently placed my penis inside and lightly circled it.

My glans lightly touched the bulge inside her, and she began to moan beneath me. Her warm vagina enveloped my penis, an indescribable pleasure; the tender vaginal walls rubbed against it, and my glans continuously scraped against her bulge.

She became excited, writhing incessantly. Suddenly, her vaginal walls contracted repeatedly, and she cried out, "I'm coming, quick... quick... I'm coming... um... um... um..." I too had reached my climax, growling softly, my penis pressing tightly against her, ejaculating streams of heat deep into her womb, truly merging with her...

After that, we moved in together and began a real and peaceful life. We often enjoyed each other's tenderness in bed after work. Time flew by, and almost two years had passed in the blink of an eye. Now, it's almost the end of the year, and next year, we will walk down the aisle. This time, we will never be apart again, because I have found my true love.

08. Lust, ah, can really ruin each other.

Su wasn't originally in our internship group, but Yan and another girl went back, while she often came with us to our internship factory, and even stayed in Yan's old bed.

One weekend, while everyone else started heading home, we didn't go back. Instead, we went to the market and bought some vegetables and noodles to cook for ourselves. After returning home, I finally finished cooking, but without even washing the dishes, I was so exhausted that I lay down on the bed to rest for a while. I seemed to see Yan again, and that passionate kiss with her; I heard her even breathing, smelled her scent, and my desire was reignited.

I couldn't help but lean over Su's head. She felt me, opened her eyes, and I suddenly had the courage to tell her, "I love you." Before she could react, my lips were already on hers, my tongue darting into her mouth, gently circling hers. At the same time, my hands began to caress her body. The kiss lasted for about ten minutes, and a blush spread across Su's face.

Su and I leaned against the headboard. As I loosened Su's clothes, I reached inside... Oh my! What was that?!

It was more tender and smooth than a steamed bun, not soft and fluffy, but firm and supple! However, there was a gentle tension within it, soft yet resilient; warm, with an incredible heat, its touch indescribably pleasant, perfectly contained in the palm of my hand.

I gently kneaded Su's two mounds of soft flesh, larger than teacups and smaller than steamed buns, making Su giggle and push my hand away, saying, "No, what are you doing? You're making me sore and itchy, it's so uncomfortable! Hmm... I'd better go out."

As she spoke, she tried to break free from my embrace, but this was not Su's true desire! It was merely a coquettish act; in her heart, she was yearning. Suddenly, Su felt her slightly erect nipple being pinched and rubbed by my fingers. Her body instantly felt as if it had been electrocuted, a tingling, itchy sensation mixed with numbness, making her body go limp.

At the same time, her private parts seemed to be disturbed, a tingling, itchy sensation like insects crawling across an anthill. Ah! And there was even

some fluid flowing out…! These successive sensations made Su want to leave, yet she couldn't bear to part, her heart, torn between resistance and acceptance, coated with a sweet, sugary coating.

My teasing quickly aroused Su, and she turned to me, nestling in my arms. Her alluring eyes gazed at me with a smile as she said, "You're so naughty! You're so teasing! You're making me feel so uncomfortable, so ticklish! Don't do that!..."

Su's eyes were hazy, her delicate oval face flushed. Even the most beautiful peach blossoms couldn't compare to her beauty. I knew her heart was stirred, and I couldn't resist lowering my head to kiss her cheek. Then, I whispered in her ear, "Su...do you love me?"

Su held me tightly, replying vaguely, "I love you so much!" She then pressed her head against my chest, shyly lowering it. I knew she longed for me, but was too shy to say it. So I unbuttoned Su's clothes, revealing a pair of large, white, tender breasts, like pink jade or sculpted buns.

Just the right size to hold in one hand, but even a freshly steamed bun can't compare to its smoothness, like mutton fat, soft as a sponge, yet with a springy elasticity. It's truly white, smooth, and tender, utterly irresistible. Between her breasts, two bright red nipples stand slightly raised.

The sight ignited a burning desire within me, a heat raging in my heart. I couldn't help but knead them with my hands, finding them firm yet smooth as fat. This caused Su to sway her hips wildly, giggling and laughing.

I lowered my head and sucked on Su's nipple, my tongue swirling around it for a moment. Su felt an indescribable sensation coursing through her heart, a pleasure that reached her very bones. Her long, arched eyebrows tingled with a tingling sensation. Her alluring eyes closed into slits, her breath coming in short gasps, radiating boundless charm.

As I was about to loosen her belt, Su stopped me, saying, "Don't do this, wait until later, okay?" I ignored her and forcefully stripped her naked. Su's body was as white as mutton fat, as smooth and delicate as snow, with a slender, straight waist, round, firm, and full buttocks, and two thick, round thighs. Her fair, pink breasts were covered with two teacup-sized nipples, each topped with a ruby. Her body was perfectly proportioned, with captivating curves, more beautiful than snow, more like white jade.

At that moment, Su felt an indescribable mix of shock and fear, yet also an irresistible urge—a conflicting feeling that lingered in her mind.

I took her hand and let her grasp my swollen, hard, and hot penis. Su gazed at the jade shoot with her alluring eyes, now reduced to slits, and exclaimed, "Oh! This thing of yours is so interesting! It's so hot, burning my palms so uncomfortable. Look! That big head, so tender, so red and fresh, smooth and slippery like an orange, so fun!" As she spoke, she looked at me, a blush of spring-like desire and shyness on her cheeks.

She cupped the glans in her hand and flicked it, then seemed to remember something, her body going limp and weak against my chest. I kissed Su as I parted her legs and teased her entrance with my hand. I saw her plump, petal-like labia, tightly closed because she had never been intimate. It made me feel a little dizzy.

A red and a white slit, a charming contrast, the narrow crevice between them. The red was like cinnabar, the white delicate and pretty, the bright red opening already wet with moisture. My fingers gently pressed into the two thin labia that covered her vulva, and they miraculously closed up, enveloping my fingers. Su's buttocks twitched, and she cried out, "Oh!" She pulled me up with one hand, and we lay down head to head, her head resting in the crook of my arm. She said, "After we get married, on our wedding night, I will give you everything!"

I was already burning with desire, and while kissing her, I said, "No, I want it now!" Saying this, I leaned over her, my penis moving towards Su's vulva. But how could I get in? Su was inexperienced, her opening was tight, and she was also tangled up around me in a messy way. After a flurry of thrusting and struggling, I still couldn't find the right rhythm, which made me anxious. Finally, I forcefully thrust my erect penis in.

This caused Su to cry out, "Ouch! I can't take it anymore...it hurts so much! Ouch...you're hurting me so much!"

I quickly stopped, gently stroking Su's nipples to ease her pain. Below, I had reached her cervix. She couldn't resist anymore, clinging to me tightly, and whispered, "You must marry me."

I thrust in and out, trying to avoid making any seductive moans that the neighbors might hear. During my vigorous thrusting, Su bit her lower lip in pain, afraid to utter even the slightest sound.

However, as I increased the frequency of my thrusts, although she tried her best to remain silent, "Ooh...ooh...ooh, ooh...ooh..." sounds of pleasure still escaped from her nose, her head swaying violently from side to side. Excitement mixed with pain was written all over her face, and I felt a pang of pity seeing it.

Seeing her shy, hesitant expression, a mischievous thought suddenly welled up inside me, and I slowed down the pace of my thrusts into her. Clearly, she could handle the pleasure; her cherry-like lips parted slightly, and soft moans of "Mmm...mmm..." filled the air, her warm breath washing over me.

Seeing my opportunity, I resumed my rapid, intense thrusts. Caught off guard, she let out a raucous cry of "Ahhh!" like a tiger unleashed from its cage, her body going limp. She lay weakly on the bed, panting, looking at me with eyes that held a mixture of hatred and tenderness…

I swayed on top of her at a normal pace, her lips tightly closed, only a small part of her tongue protruding. As I thrust into her, I licked and sucked her tongue. She responded with excited nasal "Mmm...mmm…" sounds, echoing my passion.

I thrust forward forcefully, and she let out one last moan, her whole body trembling. At that moment, my semen gushed out inside her, and only after squeezing out the last drop did I reluctantly leave her body.

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

09. In the depths of dreams, the heart is forever restless.

This time, I once again began to rise and fall in the sea of desire. The internship ended quickly. In July, we completed our four years of study and began reporting to our respective companies. The few remaining students who had not signed contracts left school dejectedly and continued their struggles.

I packed my things and arrived at the company we had signed contracts with. It was a large state-owned enterprise, but its profits had declined a few years ago, and it was currently only barely surviving. Here, I began my first formal working life after leaving school.

However, we all only had single dormitories, with three or four people in each dormitory. When we first entered the company, there wasn't much to do; we just followed along and learned every day. Su and I were lucky enough to be assigned to the same workshop. Every day, we walked from the factory gate to the workshop together, ate together after work, and then returned to the dormitory.

A few days later, we heard from the factory's senior workers that they were already three months behind on wages. Since we had arrived, we wouldn't receive our first paycheck for another three months. We had already graduated, and we were too embarrassed to go home and ask our families for more money, so we bought a set of cooking utensils, brought rice and oil from home, and started cooking for ourselves. This way, we could save a lot of money.

Entering the factory, everything was new. Because the factory wasn't doing well, it was difficult for unmarried male employees to find partners, and the girls assigned from schools became their prey. At first, they didn't know that Su and I were already a couple, and many people asked Su's mentor to act as matchmakers, but Su refused because our relationship was at its peak.

However, we hadn't been intimate for many days.

That day, we walked and talked until we reached the back of the dormitory. There was a warehouse surrounded by dense bamboo. We sat down in front of a small door of the warehouse; the only path in front of us was also blocked by the thick bamboo leaves. It was a nice spot.

I let Su lie across my arms, and reached inside to caress her breasts. Su must have missed me too, because she let out a soft moan, her cheeks warm and flushed. Under my teasing, Su's nipples hardened, and her breathing gradually quickened.

With my other hand, I slipped my fingers under Su's skirt into her panties. She was already soaking wet. My fingers parted her labia, gently touching her vaginal opening. Su began to writhe. My left hand circled behind her neck, continuing our passionate kiss, while my right hand vibrated rapidly around her genitals like an electric massager.

As I caressed her clitoris, I felt her suddenly tremble, letting out a soft moan. She seemed very sensitive there; how could I let her off the hook?

I pulled her back, my hands moving to caress her breasts, pulling her skirt down slightly, and then, with my tongue, I launched a second wave of intense stimulation. Su had remarkably thick labia majora, the kind that aroused a man's desire even more—truly a masterpiece! The longer I spent with Su, the more surprises I discovered.

I sucked on her nipple, relentlessly stimulating this adorable little pearl. Su, who had been holding back her moans, could no longer bear it. She struggled to suppress her loud groans, her vaginal fluids overflowing like a tidal wave.

She enjoyed my oral sex, her hands pressing my head tightly between sweet moans as she expressed her appreciation. After a while, "Ahhh... I can't take it anymore..." she let out a final, suppressed cry, then seemed completely exhausted. I thought she had reached her first orgasm, so I slowed my caresses of her clitoris.

Su, panting softly, cupped my head in her hands. Although her vagina, overflowing with fluids, possessed a sensual beauty, I could only reluctantly submit to her advances in response. She actively invaded my mouth, and I let her kiss me passionately.

"Su, shall I use my mouth?" I didn't know how to ask her to perform oral sex, so I could only hint at it subtly. Under a series of intense sensory assaults, my whole body heated up. I unzipped my pants, made Su kneel in front of me, and began to lick my glans with her tongue. I should have known about her tongue skills when we kissed.

Her tongue moved nimbly around my glans like a snake. Although I usually use the showerhead to spray water on my penis while showering, believing this training helps me maintain a better performance in bed, her skillful oral sex still sent shivers down my spine. To be

honest, the pleasure I get from oral sex is quite limited, but I enjoy watching girls perform oral sex on men. For me, the sensory excitement is incomparable to physical pleasure.

After she licked for a while, she took my engorged and erect penis into her mouth, her head moving back and forth, and I was completely captivated. Having such a sexually savvy girlfriend, watching her sway her head, I couldn't help but worry. Moving so fast, wouldn't her head break?

Her neck must be so sore! The thought filled me with tenderness.

"Hmm...that's good." I stroked her long hair, pulled my penis out of her mouth, and resumed our embrace.

"Is this comfortable?" she asked breathlessly.

"Very good!" I said, then kissed her again.

Nestled in my arms, Su breathed weakly, and looking at her so delicate and powerless, my heart filled with tenderness.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside. We both held our breath, waiting for the person to slowly pass by before letting out a long sigh of relief. I helped Su up, letting her lean against the wall, then pulled her skirt down a little further. I faced her tightly, inserted my penis, and began a piston-like motion.

My erect penis, poised and ready, forcefully pierced her thick, abalone-shaped labia. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Su Qiang's suppressed moans escaped her lips. After my prolonged caresses and oral sex, streams of love juice burst forth like a dam breaking, moistening her sensual opening. My penetration was unimpeded, utterly pleasurable!

"Ah...you're...so deep...I...I can't...take it...ah...ah..."

Each thrust deeply impacted her clitoris, her exposed clitoris never escaping my stimulation. Her beautiful moans seemed to accompany each of my penetrations, boosting my morale and intensifying my lust!

The sounds of "slap! slap!" echoed from below as we joined, accompanied by moans of pleasure from Su's mouth. Her face was flushed, her expression alluring, her chest heaving with each breath, and her long hair was disheveled. I could no longer contain my intense pleasure, and my hot semen, accompanied by "hiss...hiss...hiss..." sounds, shot deep into Su's womb.

Stimulated by my semen, Su's vagina gripped my penis tightly, and a gush of hot fluid erupted as she reached her climax. We breathed heavily, embracing tightly, the air thick with the smell of semen…

10. Good things never last, leaving only fleeting beauty and sorrow.

The company's poor performance has greatly impacted us, and how to improve our lives has become a frequent topic of conversation. Originally, I planned to stay at the company for a few years, gain experience, learn new skills, and improve myself before leaving to find another way. But who waits for the future?

Su possessed a strong will and often prioritized being the best in her dealings, while I desired a simple and peaceful life. This contrast in personality sowed the seeds of our eventual fate.

After the initial joy and excitement, the harsh reality began. Our starting salary was only 210 yuan per month, barely enough to make ends meet, let alone cover other expenses.

For the next six months, we rarely bought clothes or other necessities. Watching the children of factory leaders living off their parents' wealth while we toiled daily for far less, I was truly disillusioned with the company.

Here, I want to name this company to let people know that many state-owned enterprises continue this practice, wasting resources in the same way: the Shaanxi Machine Tool Factory. Now, part of it has been acquired by other companies, becoming a defunct entity.

This is a common problem with state-owned enterprises: prioritizing relationships, laziness, and overstaffing. One of the foremen in our workshop often worked overtime on weekends to get more work and earn more hours. Sometimes, when there were no assignments, he would climb in through the window. He was always busy during the weekdays. My first foreman, on the other hand, was often absent from his post, spending his work hours chatting elsewhere, simply because her brother-in-law was a high-ranking manager in the factory. All of this made us lose faith in the company's future.

Several subsequent events further prompted me to leave the company early.

One day, I went to the factory's labor and personnel office to ask for leave to study for a self-study exam. In reality, the diploma wouldn't be of any real help. That same day, a senior worker also asked for leave to go to the city to get a technician certificate. After he finished his paperwork and left, a staff member's words shocked me: "These days, people still take technician exams..." This was followed

by a chorus of contemptuous laughter. There were many people in the office at the time, but all I saw were smiling dismissively, indicating their agreement. This is our state-owned enterprise—a weathered person, riddled with countless chronic problems, yet possessing abundant talent and capital, repeatedly failing in market competition.

It's these people, living in luxury, arrogantly looking down on workers. I want to angrily curse them here: "Shameless!" This applies not only to the Shaanxi Machine Tool Factory but to all declining state-owned enterprises. I didn't say anything then because I knew I had made up my mind: I wouldn't stay here long, and I wouldn't waste my youth here.

And what happened next further solidified my resolve to leave. Because of exams, I desperately wanted more time to study, get my diploma as soon as possible, and leave this place sooner. My classmates who were assigned here with me were also preparing for exams, sitting in a corner of the workshop every day after work, studying intensely.

However, our workshop foreman, Hu Ruiyong (his real name), didn't want me to do this. He was still working in that run-down factory. From my first day in the workshop, people told me that Hu was a malicious person, warning us to be careful when working in his section, otherwise he would report us to the workshop leaders.

This is another shameless phenomenon in many state-owned enterprises. These people are like dogs, constantly sniffing out others' mistakes, then rushing to their masters to bark and report. However, he never reported my first mentor, because he knew that Hu had connections and that Hu never took him seriously.

When my mentor was often absent, I became the main labor force. Initially, out of consideration for Hu's leadership position, I was forced to work tirelessly every day, without receiving a single extra penny in wages. With only a week left until the exam, I desperately wanted more time to study. My classmates were already spending all day studying instead of working, but Hu was pushing me to do more, to finish the backlog of non-urgent tasks. This was unbearable. I told him I had exams to do, the work wasn't urgent, and I could do it after the exams. But Hu said, "Work isn't for studying." I was furious and told him, "Go look around the factory and see what everyone else is doing. I don't have any performance targets; I'm just learning from and assisting my mentor. I have no responsibility to do these things.

" Hu arrogantly replied, "Whoever the boss assigns a task to, that's what they have to do. They have to obey the boss's orders."

I turned to him and said, "You should be saying this to the person in this position, not someone like me who hasn't started yet, because she hasn't been laid off."

Hu became enraged: "You...you...are you going to work or not?!" He started threatening me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my head and replied, "No way! If you want to do it, come do it yourself. Whoever wants to do it can do it!"

With that, I threw down my tools, locked my toolbox, and left the workshop.

The next day, the workshop leaders criticized me by name at the morning meeting and, citing my insubordination, transferred me to a more strenuous section. As they announced this, I smiled, because I knew they had no personnel authority; they could only adjust positions, not even have the power to send me back to the labor department.

But the other people in the workshop weren't affected by this; in fact, they became even friendlier to me. They all knew what kind of person Hu was.

The supervisor of this section was quite nice. He told me to work with him, to pretend to be a leader when they were around, and to rest the rest of the time, even reading if I wanted.

However, at that moment, I was already prepared to leave, because there was no point in staying any longer.

What happened next made me leave the factory in a fit of anger. The following day, Su broke up with me, something I hadn't expected at all. Although she didn't give a specific reason, I understood that she had been temporarily transferred to an office, away from the front lines.

Just a few days ago, a foreman introduced her to the son of a factory manager; this man's mother was a middle-level cadre and promised that if Su were with him, she would find a way to keep Su in the office. Su initially refused, but in the following days, she hesitated.

Because, during her time away from the workshop, she realized how leisurely those in the offices were—reading newspapers, drinking tea, without work hours, without the filth and chaos of the workshop, and without the feeling of being looked down upon. This temptation led her to break up with me, and I was speechless. What could I say? Our relationship was so fragile. Perhaps, starting with her was a mistake.

I decided then and there that I would leave. Living here without dignity, hope, or affection is incredibly painful.

The next day, with the help of a classmate, I packed my bags and left the factory, severing all ties with it.

With the help of a roommate who works in the city, I rented a room and settled in. Then I started looking for work again. Thanks to the experience I gained from my studies at the railway school, I quickly found a job at a computer company doing after-sales technical service. My monthly salary was 400 yuan, which was quite satisfactory for someone fresh out of factory work, and I happily began my job search.

Although the work wasn't easy—many times I didn't get back from clients' homes until around 11 pm—I was able to support myself, which made me proud, so I worked happily. However, living alone was tough. Although my salary was higher than before, I had to pay rent, leaving only a little over 300 yuan, which wasn't very comfortable.

So I started cooking for myself. Besides, sometimes I came home too late, and the restaurants were already closed, so I couldn't just eat instant noodles.

I bought a coal stove, lit it, and could boil water and cook, although it was slower, but since I only cooked at night, it was manageable. But there were also drawbacks. The stove was prone to going out, and sometimes when I was too tired, I would put water on it to boil without sealing the stove, and then fall asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, the water was often already boiling, and several times the water boiled dry and the stove went out.

Those days are still vivid in my memory. Thinking back, it was so miserable. Every morning I would ride my bicycle for half an hour to work, sometimes nearly 30 kilometers, to see clients. By the time I arrived, I was drenched in sweat. I would eat a bowl of noodles outside early for lunch; I rarely ate takeout because it was more expensive.

By evening, I would usually get home after dark. I would quickly fill a bowl with rice, add water to the pot, put the bowl in the water, and start steaming. Then I would go out to buy some vegetables. Luckily, I never liked meat, which saved me a lot of money.

After the rice was cooked, I would stir-fry the vegetables and eat it with dinner. By the time I finished all this, it was already ten o'clock, and I would wake up the next morning. For several days, I would lie down to rest while eating, only to wake up hungry late at night. Too lazy to reheat the food, I'd eat some cold food and go back to sleep.

On my weekly day off, I'd sleep until after noon because I was just too exhausted.

Around this time, Yan came from home. Through family connections, she got a job at a small company in the city. We rarely saw each other, and she already knew I was with Su and hadn't contacted me.

One day, after work, on my way home along Zhongshan Road, I ran into her. It had been a long time since I'd seen her; she had lost a lot of weight, but was still so beautiful. Seeing her, my heart ached. Because of my mistake, we were no longer meant to be together, but neither of us could forget the other. We could only hope to meet again as friends.

That evening, I sat in her dorm for a while, listening to Qi Qin's poignant "Silk Road." We sat in silence, "Longing is an endless Silk Road..." A sudden wave of desolation and despair washed over me. The world is so cruel, robbing us of the courage to face reality, filled with so much helplessness.

Yan broke the silence, taking out photos of her spring outing after she started working. Looking at her in her yellow dress, her long hair flowing, she exuded tranquility.

I asked Yan, "Looking at these photos, who do you look like?"

"Guanyin Bodhisattva..." Yan said with a smile.

I laughed too, "No, more like the Little Dragon Girl, untouched by worldly concerns."

Yan fell silent. I thought she must be thinking about past unhappiness again. I asked her about her current job, and she said it was alright. Then we chatted casually.

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