Our Beginning

My wife and I were in the same class. She's very beautiful and has a great figure; she's the kind of person you spot in a crowd. We met as soon as we entered university. Because I had a girlfriend—a girlfriend I'd been dating for three years back in my hometown—and she had a boyfriend, we didn't interact much at first. Then, by chance, we organized some activities together and started getting to know each other. We added each other on WeChat. After a while, she broke up with her boyfriend, and being single again, she had a lot of free time. We became close, and she often hung out together—attending classes together, doing club activities together, eating together, and studying together. Of course, at first, because I had a girlfriend, I simply treated these as activities between good friends and didn't think much of it. That is, until my girlfriend and I broke up because of the long-distance relationship.
I was with my ex-girlfriend for many years, so the breakup was very painful. I cried in my wife's arms for a long time, even though I was the one who initiated it. For a college student like me, I was incredibly rational. My reason for the breakup was that I thought she lacked emotional intelligence and IQ, and her family treated me badly, so I felt there was no point in continuing the relationship because it would completely limit my future development. After the breakup, I was still sad for a while. Then she often asked me out for meals, comforted me, went shopping together, and took walks together. Every university has some small paths, and we often walked along them, because she herself was quite beautiful... She was beautiful and generous, so I gradually started to like her. According to her later account, she had actually liked me for a while, but we didn't just get together on a whim. Instead, we started joking around, like how she had a great figure, a round bottom that looked so inviting to touch, and sometimes during playful banter I would playfully spank her bottom. She took it as just a joke. One time, overcome with lust, I grabbed her and pulled her into a grove of trees, hugged her, and started kissing her. She didn't resist and responded to me. We kissed for about ten minutes. Because we had broken up a long time ago… I couldn't take it anymore, so I started touching her breasts. She pulled my hand away the first time, but when I tried again, there was no resistance. Her breasts weren't big, maybe a B cup. Then I started touching her butt, but when I tried to touch her genitals, she firmly grabbed my hand. I didn't continue, instead taking her hand and touching my genitals. The more I rubbed, the more aroused I became, and I ejaculated, spraying it all over my pants and her hands. She reached for a tissue to wipe her hands and said she had to go back to her dorm. In that moment of self-reflection, I regretted what I had just done. Without a word, I took her back to her dorm. On the way back, we encountered many... My friends started joking that we were together, but neither of us answered.
Back in my dorm, I regretted it even more. I imagined countless ways she might ignore me, and then anxiously agonized until midnight. I sent her three words, "I'm sorry," but she didn't reply.
The next day in class, she had her hair styled beautifully, and I texted her saying it looked really good. She still didn't reply. After class, I suggested we go eat at that dry pot restaurant, but she said she didn't want to go and wanted to go back to her dorm to sleep. I thought, "That's it, this is hopeless."
Then she started avoiding me, deliberately avoiding all our gatherings and club activities.

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