[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 16

In the eleventh chapter, with my tongue blooming

like a lotus flower, I, determined to indulge in unrestrained pleasure, immediately unleashed my actions. My thick penis relentlessly probed deeper and deeper into the dark, deep vagina, penetrating further and deeper as the beautiful girl's slender waist and snowy buttocks stiffened and tightened with each press of my body against her. The enormous glans, as it penetrated deeper, expelled streams of wet, slippery, lustful fluid, feeling the unparalleled entanglement, compression, and sucking of the hot, slippery vaginal walls and the tender, burning mucous membranes within the girl's naturally alluring vagina.

The strange, intense pleasure of fullness and tightness penetrated deeper and deeper, until it reached the very core of her flower. Shen Dan's delicate body trembled slightly, her heart intoxicated. The fiery, vivid, and novel stimulation had already diluted the slight pain of her first time, and even slightly alleviated the unbearable tingling and numbness throughout her body. But her sensitive body seemed unsatisfied; if it weren't for the unbearable shyness of her proud heart, she would probably have already arched her back and lifted her buttocks to welcome the penetration of the massive object, hoping to completely relieve the bone-melting, tingling numbness.

It turns out that being intimate and cherished by the man I like isn't so unbearable, but... but I've heard that every girl's first time is only painful, not enjoyable. Could it be... could it be that I'm inherently... lewd? The beautiful girl was somewhat confused and infatuated by the penetration, panting softly, but her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment. But the man on top of her, whom she couldn't describe in words, seemed to understand her conflicted feelings. His huge penis, which had penetrated deep into her flower's depths, paused for a moment before beginning to gently writhe within her deep, dark, and tight vagina.

"Ugh... ahhh..."

The girl's moans and cries were mixed with suppressed, muffled groans.

Seeing the dazed and helpless expression on the face of the lovely girl in front of me, I, who had been kneeling beneath her and thrusting my penis in and out, roughly understood her current feelings. I immediately leaned over and lay on Shen Dan's delicate body, using my gentle lips and tongue to comfort her restless heart. Of course, this completely destroyed any remaining restraint she might have had, as I pressed down on her and forced her legs to spread wide apart. This position allowed my penis to penetrate deeper into her aroused state, which was one of my primary goals. Without hesitation, I kissed her pretty face and neck, using one hand to hold her waist and stabilize her position while the other gently kneaded her breasts in rhythm with my thrusts.

"Brother...brother, so...so...so...so...comfortable, mmm!"

With each thrust, Shen Dan finally uttered a lewd sound in my ear. I knew that even though there was no one else in the room, she instinctively dared not let her passionate moans escape her lips. If we weren't face to face, body to body, this beautiful, shy girl would never have said such things to me.

"As long as it's comfortable, as long as...as long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters!"

I held her tightly, continuing my relentless thrusting with increased force.

A sudden, intoxicating and novel stimulation spread from the depths of her flower path, instantly permeating her entire body, penetrating her heart and mind. This irresistible pleasure was incomparable to the tingling, numb, and itchy sensation she had just experienced. Shen Dan felt her heart tremble with spasms under this heart-pounding stimulation.

Hearing my words, it seemed that everything I was doing was to satisfy her, which moved the little beauty even more. In addition to the carnal pleasure, she felt an even stronger tenderness from her lover and responded even more passionately: "Good...so good, so good...so...so good, it's so...so good!"

Two clear tears even flowed from her starry eyes. With her ecstatic moans, her head tilted towards me, chasing my lips and kissing me. Her two small hands, which had been clutching the gauze curtain, turned back to caress my body.

Hehe, of course it's good. Your brother hasn't been near a woman for many days, just waiting to serve our little beauty!

Although the layers of tender, folded flesh inside her vagina offered considerable resistance, this tight embrace only intensified my thrusting. My thick penis moved in and out of her delicate, rosy, glistening vaginal opening, the rounded glans repeatedly touching the tender bud deep within her. Simultaneously, I lowered my head and took her alluring lips into my mouth, my tongue plunging into her mouth to tease her warm, soft clitoris. I sucked her sweet saliva into my own mouth, then slowly transferred it back to her lips.

Shen Dan felt breathless, waves of intense pleasure washing over her, her body going limp. Though her mouth was blocked, she couldn't help but moan softly.

Knowing the beautiful young woman beneath me was already aroused, I thrust my hard penis deep into the entrance of her narrow vagina, the head of my penis pressing tightly against her shyly blooming clitoris. An

indescribable, intense tingling sensation, like being struck by lightning, surged from the depths of her vagina. The girl's body convulsed, her delicate brows furrowed, and her soft, white arms, like lotus roots, involuntarily clung tightly to my head as my tongue invaded her mouth, making me feel my tongue being sucked tightly without any airflow.

Even more terrifying, I felt a faint suction from the tip of my penis, pressed against her clitoris, making this seasoned lover feel waves of tingling pleasure. I almost ejaculated, but I gritted my teeth and focused, savoring the sweet, smooth texture of Shen Dan's delicate tongue.

Shen Dan felt her flower core, deep within her, being not only scalded and intoxicated by the burning hot tip of the iron rod, but also rubbed with a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation, her mind blank, her whole being immersed in the intoxicating carnal stimulation.

What excited me most was that I could clearly feel every inch of her vaginal walls, every inch of tender mucous membrane, tightly wrapped around my constantly withdrawing and inserting penis, contracting and clamping in waves. That hot, spasmodic wrapping and contraction stimulated my entire body.

At the crucial moment, I gritted my teeth and held back my ejaculation, feeling the woman beneath me's fiery and passionate response. I immediately began to thrust hard and deeply, using Shen Dan's now incredibly slippery vaginal walls. Each withdrawal left only the glans enveloped by her smooth, rosy labia, while each deep thrust reached the very tip of her vagina.

The most sensitive clitoris in the deepest part of her dark, dark vagina was struck so powerfully that the girl's heart pounded wildly, almost catching her breath. Under the intense stimulation, her long, slender, snow-white legs lifted slightly, unconsciously clamping the man's naked buttocks between them. Even her slender waist twisted wildly and hotly, arching her back and lifting her hips as if to welcome the deep penetration of that penis, so that the hot glans could strike her clitoris even harder.

"Mmm...uh...so good...so...so good," a pitiful moan came from her bright red mouth, which I had blocked. Shen Dan felt that the deepest part of her vagina had been invaded by the enormous thing, and an intense, overwhelming pleasure suddenly surged into her heart. The tip of that only familiar penis was embedded in her small, smooth cervix, and the fleshy grooves on it were tightly constricted by her cervix.

With a muffled moan, the woman beneath me suddenly twisted her waist and lifted her hips, her slender arms and legs convulsing and taut as if suffocating. I saw that the stunningly beautiful woman beneath me had furrowed brows and a pale face, and even my tongue, deep inside her mouth, was being sucked and clenched in spasms.

"Ah, God—"

Shen Dan suddenly moved her lips away, letting out a seductive and poignant cry, indicating that the momentary emptiness between her climax and her desire had been completely filled. Accompanying this was a gush of thick love fluid and vaginal fluid gushing out from the girl's deep cervix, first and foremost pouring onto my 'culprit' who had penetrated deep into the enemy camp.

After being drenched by this vaginal fluid, coupled with the already extremely tight and now frequently contracting vaginal polyps, I could no longer hold back. I only had time to thrust deeply twice more, pressing the head of my penis against her cervix. A torrent of semen gushed out, shooting unreservedly into the very end of Shen Dan's vagina.

"Hoo hoo... ah... so good... so comfortable!"

The hot semen made the girl's bones go weak and her mind go numb, and in the midst of her ecstatic orgasm, she let out soft, delicate moans.

The flower's stamen, parched with thirst, gripped and tightened around the massive glans, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of moisture from the shaft. Thick, hot male semen quickly filled the already cramped vagina. With the infusion of vital essence, the girl's fair face, already pale from the climax of intercourse, flushed with a beautiful, shy blush.

After a while, I slowly sat up. As soon as my penis, which had been blocking the entrance to the beauty's vagina, was withdrawn, a sticky liquid flowed out of the opening. Shen Dan's lower body, suddenly deprived of my firm filling, felt an immediate emptiness. She immediately curled up and closed her legs.

"Brother, can we rest a little longer? I'm so tired!"

The girl still clung to my shoulders, looking at me with reluctance.

I shifted my body slightly and replied, "Hmm, no rush."

I reached for the bedside lamp switch on the bedside table.

"Don't turn on the light!"

The beautiful girl turned to stop me, but the light had already been turned on. Soft, elegant light immediately illuminated our naked bodies, and the previously dim room suddenly brightened. Shen Dan, trying to stop me from turning on the light, turned to the side, and our eyes met. The beautiful girl, her face beaming with satisfaction from the release of her desire, suddenly became incredibly embarrassed and ashamed because her undisguised expression was now completely exposed before her lover. "Oh, you're so annoying!"

Shen Dan exclaimed, immediately covering her face with her hands and hiding in the corner of the bed, no longer daring to look at me.

Looking at the girl's blushing cheeks and infinitely shy appearance, coupled with the slight sway of her breasts from her movements, and her shy moan in this situation, it was a truly beautiful scene. I couldn't help but lean over and put my arm around the beautiful girl's shoulder, gently kissing her pink neck and pretty face, which were half-hidden by her hair, and whispering affectionately in her ear, "Dan Dan, my dear Dan Dan, you're so beautiful!" (Still using your hands?) How can it be so pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, a highly realistic mold of Fan Bingbing's genitals, with a soft and delicate texture! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

"Mmm, brother..."

The girl, experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time, was sensitive all over, and soon began to moan softly from the kisses, her red lips involuntarily chasing after mine.

While teasing the newly acquired beauty with my lips, I took out a pre-prepared 'special' soft wet wipe from my scattered pants and wiped away the girl's dripping semen. Taking advantage of the wiping opportunity, I subtly teased her still half-open labia, teasing her engorged, tender red clitoris, and occasionally brushing against her shy, sensitive anus.

Before long, Shen Dan could not resist this direct temptation and kept panting and whispering, "Brother...brother, it's still...it's still so itchy, um...um..."

As she moaned, the girl unconsciously turned her head away, her little tongue chasing my lips wildly, one hand holding my upper body and stroking my back, the other hooking around my waist as if she wanted to hold me and be inseparable from me.

Just then, seemingly casually, I picked up the tissue used to wipe the girl's genitals, as if looking for a place to throw it away. But

then, as if suddenly discovering something unbelievable, I abruptly released Shen Dan, jumped up, and sat on the edge of the bed, exclaiming, "Blood! It's blood!" I grabbed her delicate arm and shook it gently, asking anxiously and concernedly, "Dandan, why is there blood? Are you alright? I... did I hurt you just now?"

Seeing my anxious appearance, Shen Dan chuckled, blushing and playfully scolding, "You silly brother! I just gave you my body, of course there's blood!"

I was waiting for this, so I immediately put on a trembling expression of utter confusion and asked, "You... didn't you already..."

"Ah!"

Shen Dan then realized she had let something slip, immediately covering her mouth with her hands, looking completely bewildered. Seeing my questioning expression, her expression slowly turned to shame and regret.

While everyone knows about a virgin's first bleeding, it's true that after the initial spotting, every girl will experience spotting for the next two or three times. The naive Shen Dan, unaware of these physiological facts, blurted it out in the heat of the moment, thinking she couldn't refute it. I, however, deliberately brought up this 'old story,' intending to shift all the blame for our first time together onto her.

Of course, I wasn't trying to shirk my responsibilities as a man; I simply wanted to put Shen Dan in an awkward position, trapping her in a dilemma: guilt for seducing a 'good boy' while simultaneously succumbing to the lust fueled by the aphrodisiac. This would force her to ask for sex again, giving me complete control so I could later satisfy my desires at will.

This innocent little beauty, whose virginity I had tricked her out of, is now the culprit. The thought of her fervently begging for my forgiveness for her despicable and selfish deception, while simultaneously kneeling and groveling for my favor, fills me with a surge of accomplishment and boundless lust.

Shen Dan's expression was one of both grievance and shame. Her cherry-red lips peeked out from between her fingers, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at my face, which feigned remorse, regret, and utter shame. Finally, her lips parted, and the girl sobbed, "Brother...brother, I didn't mean to lie to you, I..."

Just then, a soft 'bang' at the front door drew our attention.

"Oh no, Dad's back!"

the girl cried out anxiously in a low voice, abruptly stopping her prepared words.

At that moment, I inwardly cried out, "Oh no!" I glanced up at the small alarm clock on the bedside table, its hands pointing to 7:40. How time had flown by! Two hours had passed without me even realizing it. What I regretted most was that in such a meticulously planned scheme, I had overlooked the most crucial element—time. The clock had been there from the beginning, and I hadn't even noticed it—damn it!

But being a seasoned veteran, I was still more composed than the panicked Shen Dan. I quickly grabbed my coat and shoes, threw our remaining clothes onto the inside of the bed, and pulled the blanket over the messy "battlefield."

"I'll go out and buy some time. You get ready before coming downstairs!"

I said, turning back to see the bewildered Shen Dan nod as if she had just woken from a nightmare, before I quickly slipped out of her bedroom in the dark.

I darted out of the room and went to the study next door. I gently pushed open the door and stood in the doorway, waiting for my father-in-law's arrival. Sure enough, Mr. Shen's footsteps sounded from the stairs below: "Dandan, Xiao Yang, it's time, take a rest!"

The middle-aged man walked up the stairs with steady steps.

As his upper body slowly emerged from behind the spiral stair railing, I gently closed the study door as soon as he saw me, as if I had just stepped out of the study.

"Uncle Shen!"

I replied calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, where's Dandan?"

Seeing me come out of the room alone, Mr. Shen first glanced at the closing study door, then turned his gaze to my face and asked.

My series of extraordinary experiences have honed my reflexes to an extraordinary level, and my ability to react on the spot has increased day by day. I am no longer the naive young man who was facing Yu Mengmeng's naked body with his penis throbbing and his heart hesitating and sweating profusely. He smiled lightly and replied, "Oh, she is not feeling well and went back to her room."

"This child, not studying properly again!"

Hearing me say this, the model father naturally assumed his daughter, who had always disliked studying, was using this as an excuse to slack off again. He immediately looked displeased and strode towards Shen Dan's bedroom, reaching out to push the door open.

Just as his large, calloused hand was less than ten centimeters from the small wooden door, I casually blurted out, "She said her stomach hurts and she's a little cold."

The speaker meant it, but the listener understood. Shen's father, a man in his forties, naturally knew what I meant. Moreover, in a single-parent family, a father couldn't meticulously attend to his daughter's physical needs, nor could he, like a mother and daughter, openly inquire about issues like menstrual cramps.

Sure enough, that simple sentence worked immediately. Mr. Shen, who was about to push the door open forcefully, immediately withdrew his hand, instead gently tapping the door with his fingers. Then he leaned closer to the door and whispered, "Dandan, rest a little longer before coming downstairs. We should go!"

The charade hadn't been exposed after all; the lid of Pandora's box had been effortlessly protected from this man I'd always thought was so shrewd. I quickly packed my bag and went downstairs with Mr. Shen, helping him organize the things he'd just bought.

Since it was the last lesson of the semester, my "father-in-law" settled my tutoring fees for the past month, even giving me a few hundred extra as a token of gratitude. I politely accepted it. Holding those two thousand-plus yuan, I wanted to laugh out loud. Well, consider this my precious daughter's "deflowering fee." It's a bit little, a little "insolvent," but in the spirit of serving the people, I won't argue with you.

A dozen minutes later, the little girl, dressed neatly, slowly came downstairs. Seeing her flushed face and slow, shy demeanor, we, the "newlyweds," understood each other perfectly. The only one kept in the dark, Mr. Shen, simply assumed it was a normal reaction of a virgin during her period and didn't pay much attention, remaining silent about his daughter's behavior.

As we drove out of Lijing Garden in her father's car, I pretended to unconsciously glance out the window from the spacious back seat of the Grand Cherokee, but my eyes were constantly fixed on Shen Dan, whom I had just turned into a woman, in the passenger seat, her restless gaze constantly peeking at me in the rearview mirror. The young woman, though no longer the relaxed girl she usually was, sat upright and motionless, but the soft hand gripping the car door handle tightly told me how nervous she was.

In her mind, she seemed to have seduced a fine young man because she couldn't control her desires, and had even forcibly taken him from another girl. Even worse, despite feeling somewhat guilty, the unexpected excitement and stimulation of her first sexual experience intensified her feelings of insecurity. Her father's sudden appearance prevented her from saying what she wanted to say, and now she dared not show me any affection, lest she give herself away to her father. All she could do was glance at the man behind her through the rearview mirror from time to time, but I seemed preoccupied, staring out the window, offering her no response whatsoever, which only made her more anxious.

"Xiao Yang, are you free to come to class during winter break?"

Mr. Shen asked, expertly maneuvering the steering wheel and gearshift as he turned a corner. He knew my situation; he knew I was all alone and probably didn't have any relatives to visit during the Spring Festival.

I casually

hummed in response, glancing at Shen Dan's anxious and expectant expression in the rearview mirror before quickly averting my gaze. After a moment's thought, I replied, "Sure, I don't have anything else to do anyway."

Unbeknownst to Shen's father, the little girl's slightly relieved expression flickered across his face as he turned the steering wheel from Changde Road onto Nanfeng Road, saying, "That would be perfect. How about every other afternoon starting the week after next?"

Just then, something seemed to happen ahead. He

exclaimed "Oh!" and slammed on the brakes.

The car screeched to a halt. Shen Dan, still gripping the door handle tightly due to our anxiety, wasn't jolted too badly. But I was in a much worse situation; almost half my face slammed into the rear window, and my shoulder hit the window frame.

"What happened, Uncle Shen?"

I hurriedly sat back down, asking in surprise.

Because he was wearing a seatbelt, Mr. Shen was the safest, but he was the most nervous at that moment. He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Oh no, it looks like we hit someone!"

He quickly pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, and loosened his seatbelt. As he got out of

the car, he said to us, "You two stay here, I'll go check!" Through the window, I saw a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old running frantically from the sidewalk and crouching down in front of the car. Mr. Shen also rushed over and squatted down, talking anxiously to someone.

"What happened?"

Seeing this, Shen Dan sat up and looked through the windshield, but she couldn't see clearly. She then tried to get out of the car.

"Don't move!"

I grabbed her hand and grabbed the car door, then rolled down my side window and leaned out to observe from the side.

Stopped by me, Shen Dan had no choice but to sit back down. Now it was just the two of us in the car. She wanted to say something, but with the window open, it wasn't convenient for her to speak. Seeing me peek out, he asked curiously, "What happened?"

This car is really good; you can barely hear anything inside, but as soon as I opened the window, the sounds from outside reached my ears. A man was yelling, "Ouch...ouch, you hit me! How could

you drive like that?" A little girl's innocent voice cried out, "Waaah...Daddy...Daddy, what happened?"

Shen Dan's father was also asking with concern, "Young man, where did you hit? Are you alright? Why didn't you look at the cars when you crossed the road?"

I peeked out slightly and saw a man leaning against the front of the car from the side. The man who had been hit looked to be in his early thirties, short and thin, like a consumptive. Even a slightly fuller-figured woman would be stronger than him. If it weren't for his hoarse, thick Northeastern accent, you'd really think he was a woman just by looking at his profile. He was now slumped to the ground, clutching the cart shaft, a cloth bundle lying beneath the cart. The little girl, who claimed to be his daughter, was crying uncontrollably in his arms. Both were dressed in tattered, coarse cloth, their faces and bodies dusty and worn, clearly from the countryside.

The accident site was relatively secluded, with few pedestrians, so it didn't attract much attention, allowing me to observe them more closely from the side. Although the man who had been hit was screaming and displaying obvious pain, his voice was strong and his breathing even. His large eyes flickered erratically amidst his groans and cries of pain. Even more remarkably, his bundle, placed closer to the cart wheels than he was, was completely undamaged.

I chuckled inwardly; these were clearly two con artists who had deliberately caused the accident when the luxury car drove by. I'd heard of so-called "insurance fraud" before, but I never expected to encounter it today. And this man and woman, one big and one small, seemed to be complete novices; their act was utterly unconvincing. They should have put on makeup and smeared some blood on their faces to make it look like they'd been hit by a car. Their free hand shouldn't be on the ground; it should be covering a "wound" on their leg.

I was about to get out of the car and expose their scheme, but then I changed my mind. From my observation, Mr. Shen was no simple man. I didn't need to get involved in such a trivial matter, and besides, trying to teach him a lesson might not be a wise move. With that in mind, I relaxed and settled down comfortably, leaning my elbows against the window.

"How is it?"

Shen Dan asked, noticing the concern fading from my face.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious,"

I replied with a smile.

"Oh, that's good!"

Knowing the situation wasn't serious, Shen Dan finally relaxed, and a moment of silence fell over the car.

After a while, she finally couldn't contain her thoughts any longer. After pondering for a long time, she turned her head and looked at me with a pleading gaze, saying in a sweet voice, "Brother, I actually..."

She was just about to finish when she noticed my gaze shift from her face to the front of the car. Shen Dan instinctively turned her head in the direction I was looking and saw the man, supported by his father, slowly stand up. He then limped and walked with the little girl towards the sidewalk. Shen's father watched them walk away from the car and slowly made his way to the driver's side door. Seeing this, little Shen Dan had no choice but to swallow back her words and sit down in her seat.

*Click...bang* Shen's father opened the car door and got in, slamming the door shut as if to vent his dissatisfaction. At the same time, I pressed the button to close the car window.

"Dad, is everything alright?"

Shen Dan asked her father, who had let out a long sigh of relief after sitting down.

"It's alright!"

Mr. Shen smiled at his daughter and replied, "I wanted to take them to the hospital, but they wouldn't go. In the end, they asked me for two hundred yuan to settle things privately!"

Through the glass, Shen Dan saw that the father and daughter didn't stop at all, but instead ran away into the distance. She understood what had happened and couldn't help but feel indignant. Pointing at the two of them, she said angrily, "Dad, look, they're perfectly fine! You still gave them money!"

Mr. Shen didn't even look at them and was about to start the car: "Forget it, it's just two hundred yuan. Consider it a loss to avoid further trouble!"

"Uncle Shen..."

I interrupted the girl's words, which were about to continue to ask questions because of her dissatisfaction with her father's appeasement: "I'll get off here. There's a bus stop right ahead. I can take the 164 bus back to school!"

Mr. Shen said a few polite words and didn't try to stop me. Finally, we agreed on the schedule for winter break classes, and I got off the bus as little Shen Dan watched me leave with a look of reluctance that she dared not show too much.

I knew that Shen Dan's father had no intention of taking me back to school, which was why I offered to get off the bus. Another main purpose of my trip was today. Having not eaten properly all day and after a lot of physical and mental exertion, I was truly hungry.

As I walked towards the nearby food street, I sorted through my thoughts. My perfect opportunity to have a second round at Shen Dan's house was ruined by her father, but perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing. Shen Dan still had traces of the drug she couldn't resist. Under these circumstances, she might secretly run away to find me again, to receive another round of boundless abuse in my private space—exactly what I wanted.

The car accident farce just now proved my deduction once again; her father was definitely a worldly-wise man. I could see through such a simple street scam at a glance; he couldn't have missed it, yet he not only didn't expose it, but instead, with a "better safe than sorry" attitude, simply handled it, further highlighting his shrewdness.

Lost in thought, I arrived at the snack street on Nanfeng Road. In Tianjin, a city renowned for its culinary scene, small and medium-sized restaurants are ubiquitous, found near university gates and in densely populated residential areas. These unassuming roadside eateries, known for their hearty and delicious food, are affectionately called "dog food restaurants." It was past 8 PM, their busiest time of day.

However, I disliked the hustle and bustle; a quiet, even deserted atmosphere was much more to my liking. So, I walked on, hoping to find a restaurant with the fewest customers.

Suddenly, two familiar figures appeared before me—the father and daughter who had staged the car accident to extort 200 yuan from Mr. Shen. They walked quickly, constantly glancing at the surrounding signs, seemingly also looking for a place to eat. A moment later, they entered a restaurant, and out of curiosity, I followed.

It was a Hui Muslim restaurant, with a sign reading "Halal" on the door. To my delight, this "dog food restaurant" was spacious and bright, and had very few customers, just my type. The father and daughter sat down at a table closer to the counter, so I wandered around to a table behind them. The ready-to-eat meals came quickly; after a short wait, my steaming beef dumplings arrived.

Tianjin has a wide variety of fast food, the most common and cheapest being: fried pancakes, fried noodles, fried rice, hand-pulled noodles, flat noodles, beef dumplings, and knife-cut noodles. These beef dumplings were one of them. Although I'd never tried this dish in a halal restaurant before, I was somewhat looking forward to it. However, when I picked one up and put it in my mouth, I was completely disgusted.

Damn, this stuff is awful! Even though I was extremely hungry, I immediately lost my appetite. Was it just bad, or was the restaurant poorly made?

As I helplessly shook my head at this so-called plate of dumplings, secretly lamenting its supposed weight-loss miracle, I glanced up and noticed that the father and daughter sitting to my side had also ordered a plate of these dumplings, and they were actually enjoying them immensely.

Based on my understanding of food, I firmly believe this food wasn't something they liked simply because everyone has different tastes. Judging by how ravenously they were eating, they were clearly starving. But strangely, despite their voracious appetite, there was only one plate of dumplings on the table. This restaurant doesn't serve large portions; even normally, one plate wouldn't be enough for me. I was quite puzzled. If they were so hungry, why didn't they order more? Didn't they just bring in two hundred yuan of foreign investment?

"Eat quickly, we'll leave after we finish,"

the man in his thirties muttered, putting down his chopsticks and leaving the remaining four or five dumplings for the teenage girl. Then he looked up, waved to the counter, and shouted, "Waiter, the bill's due!"

Seriously?! I was sitting less than two meters away when I heard him say those two sentences, and I froze in my seat, stunned. It turned out he was speaking Shanxi dialect with his daughter, but when he looked up to ask for the bill, he spoke Henan dialect. Of course, speaking several dialects isn't strange, but what's strange is that he used different tones and rhythms, plus the Northeastern accent he used when he staged the accident—it was three different intonations! If I hadn't seen the voice coming from him, even with my eyes closed, I could tell from the voices that they were three completely different people speaking.

What the hell was going on? While I was still completely baffled, a waiter in his twenties wearing a white Hui Muslim cap came over with a small notebook and read to the astonished man, "That'll be thirteen yuan in total."

"Thirteen? Isn't it ten yuan? Why thirteen?"

The man was about to take out his money when he heard the price and asked in confusion.

The waiter impatiently counted, "Dumplings are ten yuan a plate, cutlery is one yuan a set, plus a pack of tissues is one yuan, totaling thirteen."

Then, without even glancing at the person at the table, he casually sauntered out the window on one leg.

"Hey—look at you, look at you, even though we're from the same hometown, this is expensive..."

Seeing that the waiter wasn't swayed at all, the man reluctantly pulled out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed over one hundred-yuan note.

"No change?"

the waiter asked, seeing the man shake his head helplessly, then winked at him out of the corner of his eye, clicked his tongue, and turned to get change.

Seeing the waiter's rude attitude, the little girl turned her head as he walked back to the counter, made a face at his back, and then put down her chopsticks, refusing to eat.

The man watched the waiter go to the counter to get change. Then he turned back and saw three dumplings left on his plate, knowing his daughter had specially saved them for him. Just as he was about to say something, the waiter returned.

*Thud* He threw the hundred-yuan note in front of the customer, angrily saying, "This money is fake, give me another one!"

"Fake?"

The man was startled and immediately picked up the money on the table, holding it above his head to examine it under the light. At the same time

, he heard the clerk's mocking laughter: "Look at this, the watermark is so blurry, and there's no security thread in the middle. You dare to spend this kind of money?" The man looked closely and it was indeed as the clerk said. He couldn't argue, so he handed over another banknote, letting the clerk take it back to the counter. But the clerk immediately turned back from the counter, snatched the counterfeit banknote from the customer's hand, pinched it together with the second one, waved it in front of the man, and angrily said, "This one is fake too, both of them are fake!"

Now the man panicked and cried out, "Let me see!"

He immediately tried to grab the two banknotes from the clerk's hand.

The waiter, seemingly anticipating this, quickly withdrew his right hand holding the money, stepped back, and sneered, "You're here to freeload, aren't you? Let me tell you, causing trouble here won't end well!"

"Is that so?"

Just as the waiter was taking control, a voice suddenly rang out behind him, and a strong hand gripped his wrist, the one holding the money.

This person who stepped in to interfere was me. At first, I was surprised that this man could speak three different accents, but after witnessing this farcical scene of using counterfeit money to freeload, I understood the gist of it.

The money this man brought to pay the bill was the two hundred yuan they had extorted from Mr. Shen using their staged accident scam, because his actions clearly indicated that he only had these two bills in his pocket. Moreover, these two were so hungry that they dared to come to the restaurant at this hour, undoubtedly because they had obtained this only sum of money.

Mr. Shen might indeed use counterfeit money to get rid of these two practically beggar swindlers, but the problem lay in the waiter's actions in accepting the money. It was understandable that he took the money back to the counter the first time, but knowing the customer had given him a counterfeit bill, why didn't he immediately check it when the counterfeiter gave him another one? Why did he have to go back and discover it was counterfeit again? There's only one answer: the clerk switched the two hundred-yuan bills. He probably realized they were two country bumpkins and was trying to extort money from them.

This kind of scam is common in small vendors and shops. I fell for it five years ago; later, Gu Zhenhai told me I'd been fooled and taught me many similar tricks. It seems the only Hui restaurant on the snack street with slow business is probably related to the way the staff behaves.

Just as the clerk was about to explode, trying to extort money from the rustic father and daughter, someone grabbed his wrist from behind.

"You…"

He raised an eyebrow and turned around to see a man in his twenties looking at him with a relaxed smile. Although this man was unremarkable in appearance and had no outstanding qualities, his calm and leisurely demeanor gave off a feeling of unapproachability. In particular, the glint of shrewdness in his slightly closed eyes, which made the shop assistant pause for a moment. He immediately toned down his rude attitude and put on a victim's face, complaining, "Isn't that right? Look, they're all fake..."

As he spoke, he changed his grip from pulling his hand back to presenting the two banknotes to me. After I took the two banknotes from his hand, he added, "We're a small business, and what we fear most is receiving counterfeit money. If I hadn't noticed, our shop would have worked for nothing tonight, sigh..."

I ignored his words, picked up the money, looked at it under the light, smiled, and put my left hand around his shoulder, gently pulling him towards me: "Come on, buddy, let's talk in private!"

The shop assistant, unaware of what was going on, slipped away and followed me to a quiet corner. Seeing me sit at a table, he sat down next to me, looking at me with a questioning gaze, wondering what I was going to say.

“This isn’t right. Look at them, all ragged and shabby, they’re definitely not rich. Besides, you can’t just leave them alone when they’re out and about, why kick them when they’re down?”

I said softly to him, glancing at the father and daughter sitting about seven or eight meters away, watching us anxiously and concernedly.

“Who’s kicking us when we’re down?”

The shopkeeper immediately got a little angry, but he was guilty, and besides, the look in my eyes when I turned to meet his seemed to tell him that this calm man in front of him already knew the whole truth. So he lowered his voice and continued, “Brother…buddy, what do you mean by this?”

“You’re asking me what I mean? Didn’t you switch the money?”

I put the banknotes on the table and tapped them with my fingernails.

The waiter immediately flew into a rage, yelling, "You...you're fucking lying! You saw it? You bastard!"

"Hey, let's talk, but don't use profanity!"

I couldn't stand the guy's arrogance, so I sneered, "Hmph, I saw it clearly. The money he took out of his pocket was folded in half, but these two of yours are folded into quarters. How do you explain that?"

As I spoke, I lifted my fingers from the banknotes, and the two bills immediately arched upwards, becoming a flat S-shape.

The waiter knew I'd seen through his trick, but he still stubbornly argued, "What did you see? Just...just based on this, you're saying I switched the money? Are you out of your mind?" Although he

spoke with conviction, he knew he was in the wrong and dared not utter any more insults. He lowered his voice even further, afraid that the two people involved in the incident nearby would hear him and join me in attacking him.

Seeing his stubbornness, I shook my head helplessly, gave a wry smile, and sighed, "Sigh, why can't you understand..."

I picked up a banknote and examined it repeatedly as if it were a picture, continuing, "Look how new this money is! It must have just been issued not long ago!"

"New...so what if it's new? There are plenty of new banknotes circulating in the market. The two he just gave me are both new bills!"

Although he didn't understand my meaning, his intuition told him I had a purpose.

Sure enough, after I put the money back on the table, I said, "You didn't let anyone see this banknote; you kept it in your hand the whole time. Such new money must not have been touched by many people. Do you think we can detect fingerprints on it?"

Now the waiter understood. He had told the man the first banknote was fake and had him verify it, but he hadn't given the second one to him, so this banknote definitely didn't have the customer's fingerprints.

"Dude, the Hongqiao branch is less than three miles from here. I know some of the police there, maybe I should ask them to help us mediate?"

I said casually, looking at the waiter who seemed to have just woken up from his daze.

"Brother, brother, please don't!"

The waiter was speechless at this point, but judging from my posture, I didn't really intend to call the police. The fact that I had simply called him aside for a private talk showed that I was planning to settle this matter peacefully. He was a shrewd fellow, and immediately put on a fawning face, pulling out the two hundred yuan that wasn't actually his from his pocket and handing it over: "Brother, I was confused for a moment. We're all just ordinary people, it's not easy for us. Can you let me off the hook?"

I'd achieved my goal and knew when to stop: "Forget it, forget it. It's not a matter of letting them off the hook. I just felt sorry for them, that's why I got involved..."

As I spoke, I took the two real bills and continued, "Don't go looking for these out-of-towners to bully next time, it's a bit unethical."

"Oh, no, no, there won't be a next time!"

The waiter hurriedly nodded in agreement, watching me stand up and turn to leave. But I didn't expect that as I passed by him, I leaned down and threw out a sentence at him, who was still sitting dumbfounded in his chair: "Your dumplings are really awful, and you charge ten yuan a serving!"

"Huh?"

The waiter was dumbfounded by my nonsensical words, while I had already returned to my seat, picked up my bag, and walked towards the father and daughter.

I placed two bills on the table in front of the cheated man, smiled at the little girl who had been staring at me curiously, and said, "Here's your money back!"

The father and daughter were already short of money; this newly acquired two hundred yuan was their only possession, which they had intended to use to satisfy their long-starved stomachs, but they had been falsely accused of using counterfeit money. Lacking social experience, they didn't know how to get out of the restaurant unscathed when a young man suddenly appeared and helped them out. They looked at me with gratitude.

Although the two seemed quite bewildered by the swindle, they weren't stupid. Although they couldn't hear very clearly, they understood the gist of what had happened from my conversation with the waiter. The little girl pouted angrily and muttered, "Liar, liar again! There are so many liars in the city!"

"Er Ya, don't talk nonsense!"

The man gently stopped his daughter's scolding, then stood up and turned to me with a grateful expression, saying, "Brother, thank you so much..."

He wanted to say something more, but my next action really surprised him. Suddenly, I grabbed the bundle he had placed on the chair next to me with one hand, and with the other hand, I took the little girl's wrist and walked out, saying, "You two come with me!"

Under my coercion, the two of them followed me out of the Hui Muslim restaurant and into a small restaurant called Shanxi Old Noodles Restaurant across the street. In a private room on the second floor, the father and daughter sat timidly across from me at a table about eight feet away, watching me order dishes one by one under the waiter's guidance: "Hmm... cold noodles... braised pork... sweet and sour carp... cumin braised chicken, and a dumpling soup. Okay, that's all, hurry up!"

The well-trained waiter responded, quickly filled out the order, and turned to leave.

Now only the three of us were left in the room. The man finally couldn't hold back any longer, but just as he was about to ask a question, I saw him take the teapot, pour himself a cup of tea, tap the bottom of the cup three times on the glass turntable on the round table, say "please," and down the tea in one gulp.

After I swallowed the tea, I made a move to get up and pour them some water, but the man immediately snatched the teapot away, saying repeatedly, "I wouldn't dare trouble you, brother, I wouldn't dare!"

He then poured tea into his daughter's and his own cups but didn't drink it himself.

Actually, I heard about this way of offering tea from Gu Zhenhai. There's a custom called "Phoenix Three Nods," a common polite greeting among people in the underworld when they first meet. If he were someone in the underworld, he should pick up his empty cup with both hands, make a fist-and-palm gesture, raise the cup rim downwards to indicate it's empty, then pour water in, hold it high above his head, and drink it—this is called "Incense Stick Facing the Sky." But he clearly didn't understand these underworld customs; he looked extremely apprehensive. Considering their previous behavior, I immediately concluded that this man's shabby and destitute appearance wasn't an act.

Seeing my strange behavior, the two looked at each other, completely bewildered. The adult hesitated to speak up, but the little girl couldn't hold back any longer and asked irritably, "Hey, what do you want with us here? Are you trying to scam us too? Let me tell you, we don't have a single penny left, so don't even think about it!"

She had the air of a fearless, barefoot calf, which I couldn't help but admire

inwardly. Just as the parent was about to scold her daughter for her rudeness, I answered her directly, "No, no, no, I just saw you were having a hard time and wanted to treat you to some hometown food..."

Then I leaned back in my chair, hands in my pockets, and continued casually, "Speaking of 'scam,' didn't you just scam two hundred yuan on the street? How come you're calling me a scammer?"

When I mentioned "hometown food," the man's expression changed, and after I exposed their earlier attempt to stage an accident, his face became even more unpredictable. “Brother, we…”

He was about to explain when he noticed me staring at his daughter with a smile. He immediately sensed something was wrong and instinctively moved closer to his daughter, putting his arm around her, as if afraid I might do something harmful.

I didn't seem to care. Instead, I smiled and asked the little girl, “Little sister, is this your sister or your mother? What are your names?”

Back in the Hui Muslim restaurant, I had already begun to suspect the gender and background of this so-called 'man.' Because I was sitting very close to her, I could clearly see many details about her. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the mustache on her nose and chin was asymmetrical, clearly a fake. Although her face was waxy yellow, her skin was very smooth; her right hand, which was always exposed holding chopsticks, was somewhat dirty but very white, completely out of sync with the color of her face; especially her slender fingers. These characteristics were not what a man in his thirties from a rural background should have, not to mention the biggest flaw: her neck was smooth and flat when she looked up at the banknotes, completely lacking an Adam's apple. Ultimately, her makeup wasn't up to par; a closer look would raise suspicion. If it weren't for her naturally masculine accent, it would have been impossible to conceal.

As for their origins, I deduced them from two details. When they were eating at that shady restaurant, this man whispered something to the girl, and she spoke in Shanxi dialect. She was talking to her companion and hadn't noticed others present, hence the use of her native tongue, and her tone wasn't as rough as when speaking to others—it sounded more like a woman's voice. Secondly, before entering the Muslim restaurant, the little girl pointed to the Shanxi noodle shop across the street and said something to her "father," but was still pulled into a seemingly cheaper, shabby-looking halal shop, clearly because of a chance encounter with a fellow countryman. Therefore, although this man used three completely different voices, tones, and frequencies, speaking three different regional dialects, they were most likely from Shanxi.

"Wh...what sister/mother? She's my dad!"

The little girl hesitated for a moment when I asked, then immediately retorted. The girl, perhaps because she didn't have the ability to change her voice, hadn't spoken much. But as I continued our conversation, her Shanxi accent became unmistakable, further confirming my suspicions.

The 'man' chimed in, "Yes, brother, I... how can you call me a woman when I'm a grown man? This... isn't this an insult?"

Although her arguments were more logical and assertive than her 'daughter's, her tone was clearly timid and hesitant, lacking the girl's assertiveness. Even though she knew I was present during the car accident and that arguing about her accent was futile, she ultimately refused to admit she was a woman.

"Don't say that. I have many ways to confirm your gender!"

I ignored the '30-year-old man's' expression, which kept changing as I spoke with certainty. I reached for the teapot, poured myself another cup of tea, and sipped it gently. "Actually, I'm just curious about your story and want to hear it. Maybe it can help you. I don't mean any harm. If you don't believe me, you can leave now, and I won't force you to stay!"

"Sister, let's go!"

The little girl, still fearless, stood up, grabbed the bundle I had placed beside her, and reached for the hand of the person next to her.

The person called "sister" didn't leave as she wished. Instead, she gently pressed her back into her chair. "Er Ya, sit down!"

Then she turned back to me, her eyes listless, before finally turning to a clear, sweet female voice in Shanxi dialect, saying, "Okay, I'll tell you everything!"...

It turned out they were sisters. The one disguised as a man was the older sister, Chen Daya, who was only twenty-two years old, while the younger sister, Chen Erya, was only fifteen. They were from Chenjiazhuang Village, near Linfen City, Shanxi Province. Their parents worked in the mines, leaving the two sisters at home. A month ago, their father was crushed to death in a mining accident. Upon hearing the devastating news, their mother suffered a stroke and died as well. The two sisters, heartbroken, managed to bury their parents with the help of kind villagers. However, they had no close relatives left in the village, and with no one to rely on, they had to come to Tianjin to stay with their only relative, their aunt. Unfortunately, the secondhand cell phone they bought in town was stolen as soon as they boarded the long-distance bus to Linfen Railway Station. The two sisters had no choice but to travel to Tianjin. On the platform of Tianjin Railway Station, Daya, guided by a kind person, tried to contact her aunt in the city using a payphone, but this almost led to Erya being kidnapped by human traffickers. Although Daya finally rescued her younger sister, the note with her contact information and address was lost. The two girls had no choice but to rely on their memories to search for their aunt's place. Unfortunately, a neighbor informed them that their aunt had also recently died. Disappointed and unable to find anyone, they left, only to have all their money stolen on the bus, leaving them penniless. Desperate, they witnessed someone using a staged accident scam to cheat passersby in broad daylight, which led to their act of stopping Shen's father's car tonight.

Listening to Chen Daya's pure and beautiful voice recount her story, I felt an unbearable pang of sorrow, while her sister's innocent expression clearly told me that these words were undeniably true. These two girls, living in such tragic circumstances, sat right before me. I, too, had personally experienced their loss of loved ones and their helpless plight.

Thinking of this, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out all the money I had. This included the two thousand yuan or so my father had paid me for tutoring today, plus some cash I had with me, totaling about three thousand yuan. I took out the money, organized it, and pushed it in front of Chen Daya, saying, "This is all I have on me, you can take it first..."

Seeing me pull out such a stack of hundred-yuan bills, Daya looked on in surprise, whether it was because of my overly generous behavior or because she was surprised that an ordinary person like me carried so much cash. When I actually put all the money in front of her as she expected, the docile country girl was still extremely apprehensive: "No, no, no, we can't take it, so much money..."

While she was speaking, the waiter had already brought out the several famous Shanxi dishes I had ordered to the table. Seeing that Daya stubbornly pushed the money away from her arm's length, I didn't argue with her. Instead, I walked over to a chair near them and sat down, placing a slice of meat in Erya's bowl. "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat first. I can tell you two didn't get enough from just one plate of dumplings. Come on, eat some more, let's chat while we eat!" As

Chen Daya continued recounting the past, Erya's face was filled with pitiful sorrow. Now, seeing several familiar hometown dishes on the table, the enticing aroma wafted towards the little girl's delicate face. Instantly, her stomach, which had been forcibly shut off by her predicament, opened up. Her round little face and large, watery eyes stared enviously and expectantly at the dishes on the table. Her small mouth was slightly pursed, trying hard to suppress the urge to eat, and she was clearly swallowing her saliva. She was about to start eating when her older sister frowned, bit her lip, and gently shook her head, ruthlessly stopping her.

"Big...Big brother, we don't even know each other. We were only saved from being scammed because of you. How could we possibly let you spend money on us again?"

Chen Daya said shyly, but looking left at her little sister who was almost bursting with food and right at the kind man with such sincere and earnest expressions, she felt quite embarrassed.

Just then, I served each of them a bowl of fragrant dumpling soup, and while serving them, I started eating myself. Hearing her say this, I replied, "Don't be shy, it's not easy being away from home..."

As I spoke, I picked up Er Ya's chopsticks and forcefully put them in her hand.

Chen Er Ya, being young and naive, lacked her older sister's concerns and possessed a childlike innocence that adults often lack. She could no longer restrain herself and finally took the chopsticks and started eating. Seeing that I genuinely had no ill intentions, and that her sister had already started eating and drinking, Daya had no choice but to eat with us.

"So, not all city people are scammers, are they? There are good people too,"

I said, teasing the young girl as I ate. Chen Erya was eating heartily, not answering my question, but looking up at me with a sweet smile.

I had been starving all day and was finally getting a decent meal, and since I had paid for it myself, I didn't need to be polite. Erya, who had been hungry for a long time, also showed her lack of manners. Only Chen Daya seemed preoccupied, occasionally putting food on her sister's plate, but eating very little and very slowly herself.

As the three of us ate and chatted, I suddenly remembered something and stopped to ask, "By the way, Sister Chen, how come you speak like a man so well? You can't tell it's a girl's voice at all, and every voice sounds different. How come?"

Before Chen Daya could answer, Erya blurted out, "Hehe, you don't know, my sister was born mute, but she suddenly learned to speak three years ago. The old folks in the village say it was cured by a local deity, while others say it's because she's been drinking the water from the Nine Dragon Spring on the mountain for years. Anyway, everyone has their own version of what happened, and we don't know what happened ourselves."

Initially, when I pressed them about their identities and backgrounds, this little girl was quite hostile towards me, glaring at me angrily. But now, seeing how generously I treated them to a meal of local dishes, she suddenly felt much more favorably disposed towards me. Now that she was about seven or eight tenths full, and feeling more at ease, she started talking more, completely unaware that her older sister was frequently giving her meaningful glances. She continued, "But that's not the strangest thing. What's even more incredible is that ever since she started speaking, she can imitate other people's voices. No matter who speaks, as long as she hears them, even just one sentence, she can perfectly mimic that voice. If you close your eyes and listen, it's as if that person is standing right in front of you. Isn't that amazing? Hehe!"

Although I had already witnessed Chen Daya's extraordinary eloquence, hearing her sister's detailed description still left me utterly shocked. It turned out that those voices weren't created out of thin air, but were purely imitations. This was simply unbelievable, almost overturning my deeply ingrained knowledge of modern medicine. Unable to conceal her curiosity any longer, she couldn't help but ask, "Really? Is that possible?"

"Oh, you don't believe me?"

Er Ya said, turning and grabbing Chen Daya's arm, shaking it. "Sister,

why don't you show her what you've got?" Chen Daya hadn't wanted her sister to be so flamboyant, but it was too late to hide it now. Besides, the man in front of her was the one who had helped her and her sister in their time of need, so she reluctantly agreed. She gave me a shy smile and said, "Our country bumpkin stuff is nothing special. Just listen for fun, brother!"

She cleared her throat, looked straight ahead, and said in a different voice, "Really? Is that possible?"

When those eight ordinary words reached my ears, I was completely stunned. It turned out that was the sentence I had just blurted out. But now, coming from Chen Daya's mouth, the tone, the speed of her speech were exactly the same as mine.

"My God, this is unbelievable!"

I stared at the sallow-skinned, rustic-looking man in front of me as if he were an alien, almost unable to believe my ears.

"My God, this is unbelievable!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Daya then repeated my words verbatim, so naturally and perfectly, as if another version of myself were sitting next to me.

Seeing my stunned expression, Er Ya laughed so hard she almost fell over, while Daya slowly turned her head to face me and asked, "Big brother, is that your voice? Did I imitate it well?"

If the previous two sentences were Chen Daya copying me, I could at least somewhat justify it; she was just a walking, talking tape recorder. But this sentence, "Big brother, that's your voice. Do I sound good?" is different. I never said that, yet she clearly used my voice to say it. Now I'm absolutely amazed by this country girl who's about my age. If more people knew about her amazing skill, she would definitely be sent to a scientific research institute for biologists to study.

It took me a long time to snap out of my reverie and I couldn't help but say, "Alright, alright, stop imitating me. It's really awkward to hear my own voice coming from someone else's mouth!"

Er Ya, used to her sister's amazing skill, seemed unsatisfied after hearing her casually copy my voice and said, "Sister, one more time! One more time!"

She shook her sister's sleeve as she spoke.

"Okay—"

Chen Daya couldn't resist her sister's coaxing and had no choice but to change her voice again, saying, "Sir, the dishes are all served, please enjoy your meal. Is there anything else you need? Our cutlery and napkins are free, please feel free to use them."

This time it was the voice of the waitress who had served the dishes earlier, but the first half of the sentence was her original words, while the second half, such as 'cutlery and napkins are free,' was something Daya made up herself.

"Wow, you're amazing!"

I stared at Daya, gently shaking my head, secretly marveling at the wonders of nature.

Daya smiled and cleared her throat, but seeing me staring straight at her, she blushed and lowered her head, saying shyly in her own voice, "Big brother, big brother..." "

Huh?"

I responded blankly.

Chen Daya whispered sweetly, "Big brother, don't keep staring at me, the food's getting cold..."

I was so engrossed in her eloquent and charming words that I hadn't noticed she was, despite being dressed as a man, a girl. Staring at her like that was impolite, so I immediately turned my head away.

After this interaction, the two girls were much happier. Even Chen Daya, who had been repeatedly deceived and felt like she was walking on thin ice, was much more cheerful, no longer as reserved or hesitant as before. During our conversation, I told them some basic information about myself and my contact details. After confirming they weren't planning to return to their hometown for the time being, I pointed out a few convenient and inexpensive low-rise houses in the city for them to find and rent.

Looking at the clock, I realized it was almost eleven o'clock. I stood up and said, "It's too late, I should go. Find a place to settle down first, and come find me anytime if you need anything!"

I repeated my name and contact information, then picked up my bag and left the house.

"Brother Yang, your money..."

When I walked out the door, Chen Daya realized that the money I had initially given her but which she hadn't accepted was still on the table. But by the time she picked it up and chased after me outside, I was already gone.

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