【A Life of Weeds】

Foreword
My name is Yan Han. I was born in a small town in Jiangnan, on the banks of the Yangtze River. My family has been poor for three generations. My parents were

farmers , but in the early days of reform and opening up, they became workers in township enterprises. I have an older brother. Although my family

was poor, my hardworking parents created a happy home for us. My happy childhood

was spent amidst fields of rapeseed flowers and gentle river breezes.
In school, I wasn't a very good student. I often caused trouble and was mischievous, but fortunately, I was

a bit clever and did well in my studies. My cheerful and lively personality made me popular
with teachers and classmates. In my second year of junior high, I started dating the female class monitor. We often passed notes and wrote love letters, which eventually made

her lose focus in class. She didn't even get into high school and had to start working. Although I got into high school, I wasted my time there, hoping to be with my

beloved class monitor as soon as possible and graduate early. But in

the summer of my junior year, my girlfriend, who had already entered the workforce, sent me a breakup letter. She said she had fallen for

a colleague nine years her senior. Just like that, my first love, which lasted three years, five months, and seven days, ended. I was nineteen that year.
Devastated by the breakup, I, who ranked fourth from the bottom in my class, made the audacious decision to take the college entrance exam. After a

year of intensive studying in my senior year, I surprisingly scored 533 points, ranking ninth in the science class, and was admitted to the Management Department of

Jiangnan University, much to the astonishment of all my teachers and classmates.
In university, in my early twenties, I was like a wild horse,

wasting three years of my precious youth playing soccer, computer games, video games, and watching adult films. The only thing I truly remember is

the few days before graduation. And so, my story begins.
Chapter 1 Graduation = Heartbreak and Unemployment
We finally passed all the graduation courses. In three days, we can pack up and go home to enter society.

Amidst the excitement, a deep sadness filled everyone's hearts. After all, three years of school life together

made it hard to say goodbye. These past few days, besides exchanging messages and taking photos, it's been two drinking parties a day.
Today is July 2nd. The weather isn't too hot. Our homeroom teacher used class funds to organize a final get-together at the Xinyuan Restaurant near the school.

After a few rounds of drinks, the restaurant became noisy. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were singing,

some were banging on the table and cursing, and some were sleeping soundly under the table! I'd had enough too. The restaurant was too noisy,

so I went outside. Across from the restaurant was the moat. I sat on the stone railing by the moat, enjoying the cool breeze. At some

point, my classmate Rong came out of the restaurant, swaying, and said to me, slurring her words,

"Hey, um...um...what was it again? Oh, Yan Han, come walk with me." As she spoke, she took my hand and led me

towards the gravel path by the river. I figured Rong was quite drunk today.
Rong is from Yangzhou, and as the old saying goes, "Yangzhou produces beauties," which is absolutely true for her. She

has long hair, a rosy face, bright, sparkling eyes, and fair, translucent skin. To be honest,

I've liked her since the second semester of my sophomore year when we went to the teachers' college for a self-study sketching class. Back then, I would ride a borrowed

bicycle with her to sketch in the countryside, and then we'd drink at some unknown little restaurant. But that was all. My

meager allowance didn't allow me any extra spending on a girlfriend, so our relationship remained lukewarm

. It wasn't until the second semester of my junior year that I heard she got a boyfriend—a senior from our class—and our opportunities to

interact became even fewer.
Although I have a high alcohol tolerance and wasn't drunk today, walking along the tree-lined gravel path by the river,

holding Rong's hand, and looking at her flushed face from drinking, I really felt a little tipsy.
"When are you leaving tomorrow?" Rong asked.
"My train leaves at 10 a.m., a six-hour journey. After that, I have to transfer to another bus to my hometown, a small town.

I probably won't get home until 6 or 7 p.m. What about you? When are you leaving tomorrow?"
"My boyfriend is coming to pick me up tomorrow. I'll stay for two days, then we'll go back to Nanjing.

He said he wants to marry me at the end of the year, and he'll also help me find a job in Nanjing." Her boyfriend graduated almost a year ago. I heard that with

the help of his father, who is the head of the tax bureau, he's made a lot of money in the computer business and bought an expensive villa

and an Audi A6. Hearing about her and her boyfriend, I felt a pang of heartache! I didn't pursue her back then

because my family was poor.
I smiled wryly and said, "Ha, your boyfriend is really good. You're so lucky. Everything's been

arranged for you. It's so nice to be a woman; you just need to find a good husband. I don't even know what kind of

job I can find after I go home. My parents have worked in factories their whole lives, and we don't have any relatives or friends who are officials or rich to help us. There are so many college graduates

this year , and many of those who graduated with bachelor's degrees last year are still unemployed. I

'm just a junior college graduate; it's really giving me a headache."
After walking for a long time, Rong and I found a stone bench to rest on and sat down, then talked about our

futures and plans.
"It's okay, you can do it. You were a very capable person in school, and you got along very well with your classmates.

Everyone liked chatting with you. I think you have a strong ability to adapt. Finding a good job after entering society

shouldn't be a problem. I have confidence in you, ha." As she spoke, she turned her head and stared at me. Her bright eyes

flickered in the dim night, and my heart began to pound uncomfortably. Her eyes were unfocused, her tone was erratic, and her moist lips were

very . I suddenly blurted out, "Thank you, Rong. You know what? I really like you. We're breaking up tomorrow, and I

don't want to keep these words hidden in my heart and regret it for the rest of my life!" Fueled by alcohol, I stared at Rong's face and uttered

the very words that had led me to lose my virginity that night.
Rong looked up at me, and after a full minute, she began softly, "Then why didn't you

pursue me back then? I liked you too. You know, when we were learning to paint together, I really hoped I was your girlfriend,

but you never said it, and you never asked me out. I'm a girl, am I supposed to be the one to say it?"
"Rong, I'm someone who's overconfident but insecure. I've always felt that I can't give

the woman I love any guarantees right now, so I don't dare to bravely love the person I love. I..."
"Don't say anymore, Han, I understand," Rong said, covering my mouth with her hand.
"Kiss me, okay?" she said, closing her eyes and bringing her lips to my face. I could feel her breath on my skin.

I embraced her waist and passionately kissed her lips. This was my first kiss. I felt all

the blood rush to my head, and everything around me disappeared, leaving only the soft

sensation of her lips. Her little tongue boldly darted out and intertwined with mine. I awkwardly sucked on

her saliva, and her breathing became heavier, like a bright flame dancing in my ear, giving me

the greatest stimulation I had experienced in my twenty-three years.
Back at the school dormitory with Rong, it was already 11:30 PM. The three roommates were nowhere to be seen,

spending their last night of university. Dizzy with lust, we entered the room and, seeing no one,

frantically embraced and kissed passionately. I caressed her waist with my right hand and slipped my left hand inside her blue t-shirt to explore her

breasts. When I pushed aside her bra and my trembling hand touched her breasts for the first time, Rong let out

a beautiful moan, and I touched the softest things in the world.
My lips kissed her chin and neck, my right hand slipped under her jeans from her waist, touching her buttocks.

Her buttocks weren't large, but they were smooth, like the wonderful feeling of touching silk.
Her breathing became heavier, and her moans were like heavenly sounds. Desire, like boiling

water, spread through her body. We fell onto someone's bed together. My hands pulled

down her pants and underwear together. She cooperated by first pulling one leg out, then violently swinging the other leg, tossing the underwear and pants

to some unknown corner, as if they shouldn't have been there in the first place. My hand followed her smooth

buttocks to her pubic hair, then to her genitals. It was the first time I had touched a woman's genitals; it felt like

a muddy mess, soaked with water. When my fingers gently explored the source of the wetness, her legs

clamped tightly around my hand, rendering it immobile. I could only gently rub with my fingers.
She tilted her head back and kissed me. I started kissing her ears, her eyes, her face, her chin

, her neck. My fingers began to move faster and harder, and she started to moan, her moans growing louder.

Without any hesitation, her hand slipped inside my pants, touching my throbbing, almost bursting

erection She gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. A painful yet direct pleasure shot from my erection

to my brain.
I started biting her nipples through her clothes, my left hand reaching inside to unhook her bra and fondle her other breast, while

my right fingers swirled wildly inside her vagina. She stroked me hard too, and I began to feel a little

dazed .
My tongue brushed against her soft, sparse pubic hair, gently licking her disheveled genitals. The faint scent stimulated

my senses. I looked at that blooming red flower, seeing a woman's genitals for the first time, and the strange sensation made

me tremble all over.
She lay on the ground, her legs clamped tightly around my neck, almost suffocating me, but I didn't

give up attacking her genitals. My tongue clumsily moved back and forth between her vagina and clitoris (I seem to have an innate

instinct to stimulate women). Many of my firsts were with Rong, including my first time giving a woman oral sex; my technique was

definitely terrible, but at this moment, it didn't matter to her. Her vagina secreted more and more

lubrication.
My hands gently pinched her nipples, which were already hard as could be, and her voice became more intense: "Ah

...ah...Han...don't lick...I can't...take it..."
The more intense her reaction, the more vigorously I licked, and I began to suck on her clitoris. Her genitals were

beautiful (I only realized this later; at the time, I had no comparison and thought all girls' genitals were like that): sparse

, soft pubic hair, incredibly smooth labia majora, pink labia minora, bright red clitoris, and a dripping vaginal

opening, forming the most beautiful and lewd picture.
Her labia minora parted like a vibrant door, whispering sweet nothings, begging me to enter. Without hesitation, I

frantically stripped off my clothes, climbed on top of her, caressed her breasts, and kissed her lips. My tongue was still

coated with her vaginal fluids; our tongues rubbed together, letting her taste my own.

My poor little brother, who hadn't seen a woman in twenty years, frantically pounded against her, but couldn't find

its way in.
Rong, seeing me sweating profusely, smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so clumsy."

She gently guided my penis to her wet opening.
"This is my first time, Rong, I'm coming." With that, I thrust hard, and with a "boom," my

mind went blank. My little brother entered a wet, soft, unfamiliar world for the first time, tightly

gripped . Although I had experience with masturbation, the pleasure of being surrounded by this wetness could never be replaced by masturbation.

It was an incredibly pleasurable feeling. I started by instinctively and carefully thrusting, and then I started thrusting wildly. She

reacted , "Ah...ah...ah..."
Because it was my first time, after only a few dozen thrusts, the intense stimulation made me feel like I was about to ejaculate

. But thankfully, just as I was about to come, she opened her arms and hugged me tightly, making it impossible for me

to move. Her body trembled incessantly, and her unusually hot liquid fell onto my glans.

My little brother, already on the verge of exploding, couldn't take it anymore. I released the virgin semen that I had stored up for twenty-three years. In my heart, I

shouted , "Rong'er, you've made me wait too long!
" "What time is it now?" After the passion subsided, I asked Rong, who was lying in my arms.
"1:30 AM"
"So it's July 3rd now, happy birthday to me!"
"Ah? Today's your birthday? Happy birthday, Han."
"Rong, I'm so happy because on my twenty-third birthday, I gave my virginity to

the girl I love."
"But I'm not a virgin, Han, I'm sorry, I..."
"I don't care, it's my birthday, do you have a present?" Afraid Rong would overthink things, I changed the subject.
Rong blushed and said, "Aren't I the best present for you?" She tilted her head back and brought her lips close. As

our tongues intertwined, my penis hardened again, pressing against Rong's lower abdomen. Impulsively, I rolled

over and pinned her beneath me.
We did it countless times that night, so many years later, whenever I recall that crazy night

, I still search deep in my memory to figure out exactly how many times I did it, but I never find the answer. I only know that when...

Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep when the sky outside my window was already turning a pale white.
My roommate, Sanpi, woke me up, saying, "Why are you sleeping on my bed? Get up, Rong's leaving.

The classmates are all gathered at the entrance; let's go see her off."
I glanced at my watch; it was already seven in the morning. The side effects of the alcohol gave me a splitting headache. I didn't know when Rong

had left. Looking at the world map left on Sanpi's pitiful bed, I knew that what happened last night

wasn't a dream.
I quickly washed my face and walked to the school gate. I saw Rong's Audi A6 behind her; her boyfriend

was helping her with her luggage. Rong, her eyes red, was hugging and saying goodbye to several classmates. I stood at a distance watching her.

She saw me too, and we stared at each other blankly for a long time. Suddenly, she rushed over and hugged me, crying in my

ear , "You could have kept me with you, why didn't you?" I gently hugged her:

"I'm just a weed. I didn't want to gamble my uncertain future on your happiness. I didn't want to see

the woman I love suffer with me. I didn't want you to regret it. You already have your own happiness. Okay, stop,

your boyfriend is watching."
Seeing her boyfriend looking at us with surprise, I gently pushed her away. Rong

looked at me with a complex look that I couldn't understand: "You idiot, I'll hate you for the rest of my life." Saying this, she ran crying to

the car and got into the black sedan.
Watching the A6 disappear into the distance, my heart clenched tightly, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
Chapter Two: Returning Home
My hometown, City A, is a county-level city with a local population of about 1.2 million. Located in the Yangtze River Delta, the spring breeze of

reform and opening up made it one of the most economically developed regions in the country. My graduation coincided

with a crucial period of reform and opening up in China. Deng Xiaoping's Southern Tour in the spring of 1992 sparked a nationwide upsurge of

in-depth reform. After a few years of transition, this wave also reached City A. Many small and medium-sized township

collective enterprises began to undergo restructuring, changing from state-owned to privatized. Due to excessive adoption of the dogmatic

experience and an unreasonable pursuit of the market, many enterprises failed to withstand the impact of the market economy.

My parents were laid off two months before my graduation. As Deng Xiaoping said: "Reform is necessary,

but the price is heavy."
This statement resonated deeply with my family. To allow me to focus on my studies, my parents didn't mention

this to me. I only found out after graduating and returning home. Each of them received a

pension , 100 yuan a year based on seniority. My parents had a combined 45 years of service, and with some additional subsidies,

they only received a meager 5600 yuan. My parents were hardworking, honest, and hardworking people. Without jobs and lacking

business acumen, they could only beg my in-laws to use their connections to get

jobs in a private enterprise. They went from being freed from their servitude to becoming machines for capitalists to extract surplus value.
Chapter One: Reunion
I had been resting at home for several days, eating and sleeping all day, partly to

recover and partly to adjust my mindset. Since returning home, I hadn't been able to escape the shadow of losing Rong

; deep self-blame and inferiority constantly weighed on my heart. I kept thinking that if I

had been born into a prestigious family or had better financial conditions, I wouldn't have given up so easily.
When my best friend from high school, Tang Lei, called, I was fast asleep. I checked the time; it was almost

10:30 . Lei Lei, having heard I'd graduated and returned home, invited me and a group of my old high school buddies for drinks

and reminiscing. Lei Lei was my best friend from junior high to high school. He's an introverted person, and I don't know why

we two, with such different personalities, became best friends. He did poorly on the college entrance exam, but his sister-in-law

taught at a third-rate university in Suzhou. Thanks to her, she paid 20,000 yuan to get him into that university, where he completed

a two-year architecture program.
At 5:30 PM, I rode my bike to the Zhendong Restaurant. Lei Lei, Dajun, and Taizi were already there.
At the dinner table, I chatted with them. I learned that Da Lei now works at the city's Construction Management Bureau, which is

the best job we've

found

among us. Da Jun is Da Lei's junior high school classmate; he's strong and muscular. After graduating from junior high, he started hanging out in the streets. Back in high school, Da Lei and I often skipped school to get into trouble with Da Jun. Compared to when we hung out together three years ago, Da Jun is now much more domineering. He's now a security captain at a leisure center in the city—

basically, a gang leader in the entertainment industry. Tai Zi's father is a well-known nouveau riche in our town.

He started by smuggling cigarettes, and after making some money, he invested in fabric production, eventually expanding into garment processing and

sales . His business has done quite well in recent years, making him a millionaire. Tai Zi didn't get into university after graduating high school and

lives off his father, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun all day. He's paying for today's meal. At the dinner table, Da Lei mentioned

a large job fair in the city on the 15th specifically for this year's graduates, and suggested I try it out.
What followed turned into heavy drinking. A few friends I hadn't seen in a long time drank nearly four bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and

two cases of beer. Four grown men, completely drunk, stood shoulder to shoulder on the main street, singing "True Hero," whistling wildly at

passersby —aunties, young women, and little girls

alike. We even urinated into the river from the town's iconic Wangxiang Bridge. I really needed this kind of drunkenness to vent my pent-up emotions.
Finally, Dajun led us into a hair salon. They seemed to be regulars, clamoring

for their favorite girls to serve them. Dajun called a pretty girl for me to massage me.

As he led me into the massage room and onto that small wooden bed that exuded a lewd atmosphere, my head throbbed. Hearing the faint groans

coming , I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next day around noon. I didn't remember how I got home, but I was certain

I hadn't done anything. If I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't have gone into that hair salon.
Although my head was throbbing, I knew I couldn't sleep anymore. Looking at my parents' increasingly aged figures, I

knew I couldn't waste any more time like this. I ate something haphazardly, then moved a table and chairs

to the big elm tree in the yard to write my job application materials.
Just as I was racking my brains while writing my self-introduction, I suddenly heard someone call my name behind me,

"College student, what are you still studying so hard for after graduation?"
Turning around, I saw Xiaotong, a petite woman in a white dress with fair skin, standing in front of me.
Tong was my childhood neighbor, three years younger than me. Her parents used to work at

the same place as mine; her father was a technician at the factory, but he quit three years ago. Using his skills and renting some

idle warehouse land in the village, he started a machinery factory. I heard the factory was doing well, and his family

became the richest in our village.
"Hey, isn't this Xiaotong? What brings you here? Haven't seen you in years, you've grown up, hehe." As I spoke

, my eyes darted around Xiaotong, searching for the parts I was supposed to have grown up.
Seeing my deliberately lewd look, Xiaotong blushed slightly. "You look exactly the same as before you went to college

. I guess you wasted all those years in college."
When we were little, I was the leader of the village kids, and Xiaotong often followed me. Children don't know any better, and I would always

hold her little hand and go play by the river. Everyone in the village would say, "Look how affectionate this young couple is!" As I grew older, I

became shy, but our bond had been built since childhood. Even in high school, we would still

play together when no one was around, and I would always sneak a hug or a touch. Back then, her small

breasts now they filled out her clothes.
"Just kidding, haha." Looking at my childhood friend, whom I hadn't seen for years, now a beautiful young woman, I was

instantly captivated. My gloomy mood of the past few days lifted immediately.
I casually pulled up a chair and had her sit down opposite me. Xiaotong, her hands supporting her chin, stared at

the pile of papers on my table with her big eyes and said, "College student, what are you busy with? Do
you still have to do homework after graduation?" "Don't call me 'college student,' it sounds so awkward to me. Just call me Brother Han like before, it sounds

much better. Heh, nowadays, college graduates are the least valuable. I'm preparing my self-recommendation materials. I'm

going to the job market on the 15th to see what companies are suitable for me. I need to find a job first; I can't just stay at home and eat for free. By the way,

where do you work now?"
Tong had never been a good student. Although she was three years younger than me, she paid for a two-year

vocational Now it was time for her to work.
"I work as a teller at the credit union in town."
"Hmm, not bad. A bank employee, a high-level white-collar worker, heh, that's promising." Hearing that Tong had found such a good

job, I couldn't help but be happy for her.
"What white-collar worker? They don't make much money a month. By the way, are you going to the city on the 15th? Can I go

with ? I haven't been to the city in a long time, and I'm thinking of buying some clothes. Can you give me some advice?"
Compared to her dad's huge income, her monthly salary of a thousand yuan is nothing, but for me,

I'd be perfectly content with a job that pays 800 yuan a month. Thinking this to myself,

I said ,
"Sure, girls need boys to go shopping with them. You're dressed for boys to see,

right?"
Then I cleared my throat and said loudly, "As a man, I have a pretty good eye for girls' clothes

," and then smiled and said to her, "Heh, but you have to come with me to the job market first. I'll submit

my application and then go shopping with you."
Xiaotong's face turned bright red again. "It's a deal then, we'll go to the city together on the 15th. I'll

go with you first, and then you can come with me."
Seeing my mischievous grin, Xiaotong realized her words had been a bit ambiguous. She

playfully punched me with her small fist and then dashed away.
Watching her bouncy figure, my lonely heart found solace. Remembering the happy times

we shared , I couldn't help but smile.
I finally understood that the best medicine to heal the wounds inflicted by a girl was another girl.
The Second Bus
Soon it was the 15th. Today was Sunday. I arrived at the station at 7:00 AM, having arranged to meet Tong

at 7:15 . But by 7:40, the little girl still hadn't arrived. The town's station was small,

with a bus to the city every 30 minutes. I had already missed two buses. Just as I was about to give up

and continue , I saw her coming briskly towards me from afar.
Today she was wearing a cream-colored dress, her hair tied in a small ponytail. Her full breasts

bounced up and down with her running, like two happy little rabbits, making me gasp for breath.
"I'm so sorry, Brother Han, I accidentally overslept." Seeing her panting and ridiculously

running up to me, I couldn't help but laugh. "You might really be the

reincarnation ?"
Tong didn't understand what I meant, staring at me with wide, blinking eyes. Only when I

was doubled over swear

without using a swear word!"
The bus pulled into the station during rush hour. Many people in the small town were

working professionals using their days off to go to the city to buy things. Xiao Dan and I were young, not as shameless as the older folks who

rushed onto the bus to grab seats as soon as it stopped. When we got on, the bus was already packed with people sitting and standing. Finding a gap, I

grabbed a handrail and stood still, leaving room for Tong to come in and lean against me.
The bus ride to the city took about forty minutes, passing through several small towns along the way. Each time the bus entered a

town, it picked up more people heading to the city, and the bus became increasingly crowded. Gradually, the distance between Xiaotong and me was

squeezed closer and closer. The fat woman selling tickets on the bus shouted at the top of her lungs, "People in the back, squeeze in!

There's space! Move in!"
Eventually, I could no longer maintain a polite distance from Tong. My body was pressed tightly

against , and through her thin clothes, I could feel the softness of her chest pressing against me. I could clearly feel

the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing, and even know that her heartbeat was faster than mine.
My uncooperative little brother, inconveniently, stood erect,

refusing to yield no matter how much I imagined monsters, demons, or even the earnest teachings of revolutionary predecessors. Despite my efforts

to control my position, the crowded throng left me nowhere to hide, and my little brother pressed thumping

against Tong's lower abdomen. Just as I was blushing with embarrassment.
Xiaotong's voice came from beside me: "Why is it so crowded today? I feel like I'm being squeezed to pieces."

The air currents from her voice brushed against my ear, making me even more restless and agitated.
"Yeah, the last two buses weren't this crowded. Maybe it's rush hour now." To

distract myself, I quickly continued her conversation, but even I felt my throat was dry and my voice was trembling.
"It's all my fault for oversleeping, otherwise I wouldn't be suffering like this."
"Don't blame me, I'm actually quite happy. Being able to be so close to a beautiful girl is something I couldn't ask for. I didn't even

hug ." To dispel her self-blame, I joked with her.
Xiaotong's face turned bright red to her ears. She looked up at me and glared at me, whispering in my ear, "You

're so mean , you're such a bad guy. No wonder people say that all the bookworms are perverts."
Looking at her shy expression, I didn't want to talk to her anymore, savoring the intimacy with her.
My breathing was already uneven. Only a thin layer of clothing separated our skin. I think she must

have sensed my change. The country road was uneven, and the car bounced violently. My penis

kept pressing against her. I took her hands with my free left hand, letting her hold onto my waist for stability, and then

placed my left hand on her waist.
I felt Tong's body tremble slightly the moment my hand touched her waist. Then, my

shoulder felt heavy, and she rested her head on my shoulder, her arms around my waist tightening.

We embraced like lovers, our chests rubbing against her soft, full breasts with the car's swaying. My hands

gently caressed the smooth skin of her waist through her skirt, and my penis grew harder, pressing against her lower

abdomen . 　　When the car arrived at the station, we were both so immersed in this decadent desire that we were reluctant to part
. 　　The job market was not far from the city bus stop. After Xiaotong and I got off the bus . When we arrived at the entrance, I was shocked. The job market was already packed with people, bustling with activity. 　　I couldn't help but think that if foreigners only saw the job market, they would think that China has a huge population and a wealth of talent. It's amazing that a county-level city with a population of just over a million can hold such a popular job fair. I've witnessed similar scenes a few times before. During my junior year internship, I went to the job market frequently. I also saw many college students like myself who felt like the chosen ones in the slogans, thinking they were geniuses just because they had the prestigious title of college graduate. They talked a lot about systemic reforms, resource integration, WTO, and the IT industry, acting as if they wouldn't even want the premiership. In the end, they were all talk and nor good enough for low-level ones, ending up as poor scholars. This is why many college graduates can't find jobs now. 　　Everyone says that what depreciates the fastest in today's society isn't the RMB, gold, or even stocks, but college graduates. 　　Luckily, I was born into a farming family and grew up resilient, like a weed exposed to wind and rain. Getting into university was purely accidental. During my university years, to cover my meager living expenses, I frequently worked odd jobs: tutoring, supermarket clerk, instant noodle salesman, even an extra… I was shameless and hardworking. However, as a student still in school, I naturally faced rejection at the job market. Later, I simply stopped going to the job market and focused on finishing my last few courses, waiting to graduate and find a job. 　　Today, seeing this scene again, I suddenly felt like I'd made a mistake again. But since I'm here , I might as well make the best of it. In front of Xiaotong, I can't lose face; I have to put on a respectable air. 　　Based on my past experience, I first found today's job postings on the first floor of the job market. It listed the companies hiring, their positions, and required majors. Then, I went to the service area on the second floor and got some resume forms from the staff. After filling them out, I lined up at several companies that seemed to match and interested me. 　　There were quite a few companies hiring: health product salespeople, accountants, computer operators , secretaries… each booth was surrounded by layers of people. After 　　queuing for over two hours, I finally submitted five resumes. I felt like I'd wasted my time; there wasn't much hope. 　　Just as Xiaotong and I were about to leave the job market, I suddenly heard someone call my name from behind. "Yan Han!" 　　I turned around and saw a radiant girl arm-in-arm with a tall, handsome boy greeting me. The girl had short, ear-length hair, fair skin, and wore a beige casual short-sleeved shirt and tight blue jeans. Although her face looked familiar, I honestly couldn't remember who she was for a moment. Just as I was racking my brains , the girl and her boyfriend walked up to me. 　　"Oh, it really is you, Yan Han! It's been so many years, do you still recognize me? I'm Han Xue." 　　Hearing him say that, I finally remembered who she was. She was my junior high school classmate, and my first love's deskmate. The three of us used to be very close. Han Xue once said she liked me, but at the time, my heart was with that lovely class monitor, so I politely rejected her. 　　Han Xue's father was the deputy head of the city's propaganda department. After graduating from junior high school, because of her father's connections, Han Xue went to a key high school in the city. Although we occasionally kept in touch during high school, we gradually drifted apart. I heard that she later got into the journalism department of the provincial university, a bachelor's degree program, but she hadn't graduated yet. 　　"Ah, it's Han Xue! Hello! It's been so many years! I almost didn't recognize you. You've grown so beautiful! The old saying is true: a girl's appearance changes drastically as she grows up, and it's so true!" The unexpected encounter with a classmate I hadn't seen in years instantly dispelled the disappointment I felt during the job interview. Seeing the ugly duckling of yesteryear transformed into such a stunning woman, my mood instantly brightened. 　　"You mean I used to be ugly?" Han Xue, sensing the misunderstanding in my words, feigned a pout to be angry. 　　"Haha, no, no! I just said you're even prettier than before. What are you doing at the job market? You haven't graduated yet, have you? Aren't you going to introduce me to any of the handsome guys next to you?"

"You, your mouth hasn't changed at all over the years, still so eloquent. This is Fang Cheng, my

friend, now the assistant manager of the Hualian Hotel. I'm graduating next year, so I came

to to check out the employment situation. Now it's your turn to introduce this beautiful lady next to you."
"Wang Tong, my girlfriend, works at the credit union in our town. Hello, Manager Fang."
"Hello, Yan Han." I shook hands with Fang Cheng politely.
While I was talking to Han Xue, Fang Cheng's unintentional disdainful look made me very uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because

my clothes weren't as glamorous as his, so when Han Xue asked me to introduce Xiao Tong, I blurted

out that she was my girlfriend. This was my male chauvinism acting up, being overshadowed by a

girl —this wasn't like me.
When I said Xiao Tong was my girlfriend, I felt my hand holding Xiao Tong's was pinched hard.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Han Xue, we exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye. What made me

blush was that she gave me her mobile number, while I gave her my landline.
Leaving the "talent-filled" job market, Xiao Tong and I were both sweaty. I handed her a tissue

to wipe her brow and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I called you my

girlfriend . But you said you'd marry me when we were little, so it's not wrong of me to say that, is it?"
I teased her again.
Xiao Tong, embarrassed and annoyed, pinched me wildly. "When did I say I'd marry you? Who's your girlfriend

? You wish!" I dodged her pinches while stubbornly insisting, "Of course you did! You said you'd

marry me when you grew up and have my son!" I knew she wasn't actually angry; her shy expression

told me she was probably happy I said that. And that promise of marriage was just something

we made as children. But one thing I was certain of was that Xiao Tong had liked me since childhood. When I couldn't avoid her any longer, I had no choice but to pull her into my arms tightly .
At this point, Xiaotong stopped pinching me and nestled obediently in my arms like she did

when she was little . If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight and we were on a main road, I really wanted to kiss her properly. 　　Accompanying a woman shopping for clothes is actually the most hated thing for any man. I accompanied Xiaotong to countless clothing stores, watching her tirelessly present her fashion show like a fashion model, and I was sweating profusely. Fortunately, she sometimes picked out a few sexy and revealing clothes, giving me a chance to see a glimpse of her exposed, snow-white, full breasts. 　　By the time I helped Xiaotong carry all the bags back to the town, it was already past five in the afternoon. After accompanying her through most of the city, I was completely exhausted. 　　As soon as I stepped into Xiaotong's living room, I tossed her purchases onto the floor and plopped heavily onto the soft sofa. I then carefully examined the decor: the flooring was the currently popular and expensive Montgrass, a black six-seater leather sofa, a 29-inch Sony TV on a mahogany TV stand next to a Philips VCD player, a wall-mounted 2-horsepower Mitsubishi air conditioner, a Siemens three-box refrigerator against the wall, and Brazilian teak wood for the ceiling. I was a little dizzy; it was the ostentatious display of a nouveau riche . 　　Xiaotong came out of the bathroom after washing her face, handed me a white towel to wipe my sweat, and then took a can of Coke from the refrigerator and gave it to me. 　　"Your family is really rich," she said, "the whole house is full of brand-name appliances. Where are your parents? It's almost 6 o'clock, why aren't they home yet?" 　　"At the end of the year, Dad renovated the house and bought some appliances, things we don't usually use. 　　Mom and Dad are busy at the factory all day; by the time they get home and cook dinner, it's already past seven. Sometimes I'm so hungry I just grab some instant noodles. 　　It seems having money isn't always a good thing; even the warm moments of family meals together are hard to guarantee. 　　I checked the time and said it was almost time to go home. Xiaotong saw me out of the yard, and before leaving, she gently kissed me on the cheek. I stood there stunned for a moment. When I looked at Xiaotong again, she had already blushed and run into the house. The warmth in my heart, however, spread like ripples on the water after a stone has struck it. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Three: Full Moon Night 　　The River in August" South is a hot and humid season. It's been over a month since graduation, and in that time , I've braved the scorching sun to go to the job market almost every week, submitting resumes and going for a few interviews. But I haven't found the right fit, and sometimes, being a recent graduate with no work experience, all my applications have been rejected. 　　I spend my days idly at home, counting down the days, watching my parents' graying hair, thinking about how my college classmates have all found good jobs, and how Rong married far away in Nanjing. Disappointment and helplessness gnaw at my heart like locusts . During my most helpless, confused, and dejected time, Xiaotong, who has always been spoiled and pampered, showed me tenderness and kindness. This little boat, adrift on the boundless sea, has found a harbor to dock in. 　　Today, Xiaotong came to my house again after work. For some reason, this little girl comes to see me almost every day now. Every time Xiaotong comes, my gloomy mood of the day vanishes. Before Xiaotong left, my heart pounded as I asked her to meet me at the village threshing ground that evening. Xiaotong blushed and hesitated, but finally agreed. 　　The threshing ground is located in the middle of a large wheat field south of the village. It was the liveliest place during the autumn harvest in the 1980s, and also the place where Xiaotong and a group of other children played. Of course, Xiaotong and I both knew that after the reform and opening up, the threshing ground became a thing of the past. During the day, the desolate haystacks stand there forlornly, while... At night, this place became a haven for lovers from several nearby villages to have their trysts in the open. 　　After dinner, I had a beer with my dad, and as darkness fell, I hurried to the threshing ground. Xiaotong hadn't arrived yet. I plopped down on a soft haystack, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky. I couldn't help but think of my first love, Xiaofen. That old man, ten years older than you, could he really give you what you call happiness? Then I thought of Rong, of that almost frantic night. The moon was so full that night too. Rong, what are you doing now ? Are you writhing and moaning under your boyfriend? Then I thought of Xiaotong again. What will our future hold? An unemployed, poor college student—can you accept me? Can your family accept me?

Soft footsteps approached from afar. Xiaotong arrived, wearing a snow-white cotton blouse

with the English word "Angel" printed on the chest bobbing up and down. Her light blue floral long skirt fluttered

gently . In the silvery moonlight, Xiaotong looked like a fairy descended to earth, smiling as she looked down at

me, who was sitting on the haystack.
Chatting with Xiaotong was always relaxing and pleasant. I told her about my happy life and

interesting anecdotes from university, and Xiaotong would sometimes laugh out loud, and sometimes stare at me with wide eyes. When we got

excited, I would occasionally mention Rong.
"Brother Han, is Rong your girlfriend?" Xiaotong suddenly asked me.
I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head and said, "Sort of, but not really. We never even started, and it was already over

." "Oh, I noticed your eyes lit up when you talked about Rong, so I guess you must have liked her?"
"It's all in the past, there's nothing to say." I looked up at

the stars , unsure of what to say.
"Then, Brother Han, do you like me? Will you be my girlfriend?"
After a moment of silence, I suddenly heard Xiaotong timidly say these words. My heart skipped a beat,

and I turned to see Xiaotong's expectant eyes.
"Xiaotong, I like you." I gently put my arm around her shoulder, my tone tender and sincere. Xiaotong

paused for a moment, but didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer.
The moonlight made Xiaotong's hair look silvery and hazy, and the fresh, virginal scent emanating from her body filled my

nostrils.
We were so close that I could see the fine silver beads of sweat on Xiaotong's exquisitely sculpted nose, her

bright red, moist lips exhaling a sweet fragrance, and her firm breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Through the open neckline of her short shirt

, I could see her fair breasts encased in a light blue bra, and my heart began to pound.
I lowered my head and pressed my lips to Xiaotong's slightly parted lips. Xiaotong struggled slightly,

then her body went limp. She turned around and wrapped her arms around my back. Xiaotong's kiss was awkward; I guessed it might be her

first.
My tongue parted her teeth and slipped into her mouth. Xiaotong's tongue, carrying a hint of mint, finally

intertwined with mine. As we greedily sucked each other's saliva, my hand slipped

under . Xiaotong mumbled, "No!" But under my insistence, she

gave up. When I eagerly pressed my hand against the breasts I had longed for, my hand felt

the warmth and softness I had imagined.
I gently caressed them, feeling through my palm that the hemispherical shape wasn't as large as I had imagined;

it could be easily held in one hand, and the tips were already hard and protruding. Pushing her bra up, I quickly

felt the soft, delicate texture of her breasts.
Just as our passion was burning fiercely, we heard the soft laughter of a man and woman in the distance.

Xiaotong separated as if electrocuted, and lay prone on the haystack.
By the moonlight, we saw a couple approaching and sitting down on a haystack not far from us

. Soon, they began kissing and caressing each other without any hesitation, right in front of us. They seemed to be a couple like us,

here for a secret tryst.
By the moonlight, we could clearly see their passionate lovemaking, making Xiaotong and me blush

. I didn't stop; my left hand teased her already erect nipples, while my right hand gently

slid down her smooth legs, slipping under her skirt. When my hand touched her sensitive spot through her underwear,

she gasped softly, her legs involuntarily clamping my hand tightly. Meanwhile, the couple opposite us was entering a frenzied

phase . After they finished, drenched in sweat, my hand was inside Xiaotong's underwear, which was already soaked

.
After the couple left, dressed and ready, I, with red eyes, embraced Xiaotong, wanting to continue my passion.

But Xiaotong suddenly pulled away, blushing and spitting out a "bad boy." She grabbed her skirt and

ran away leaving me alone, my face flushed.
Chapter Four: Playing in the River
The next day, I woke up naturally and was still lying in bed, savoring the passionate moments with Xiaotong the previous day, when

the phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Annoyed, I answered.
"Hello, who is this?" The polite Chinese phrases like "hello" and "please" haven't

yet That's how straightforward and simple it is for country folk to answer the phone. I've heard that foreigners always

introduce themselves as a sign of politeness when answering the phone; I really admire that.
"Is this Yan Han? This is Han Xue."
It was truly unexpected. After meeting at the job market last time, although we politely exchanged phone numbers, I

really couldn't think of any reason for us to contact each other.
"Oh, it's Han Xue. Heh, I really didn't expect you to call me. Is something wrong?"
"What? Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong? How can you talk like that?" This girl, her spoiled princess temper

hasn't changed after all these years. I remember being like this in middle school too. Back then, Xiao Fen and I were passing notes and dating, and I always avoided

talking to her. My thoughts were simple and innocent back then; I was just afraid Xiao Fen would get jealous. My actions really

annoyed One day, this girl actually cornered me after school and, in front of many classmates, asked me why I was ignoring

her. I was really scared of her back then.
I knew my question was a bit inappropriate, so I quickly apologized.
"Are you free tomorrow? I'm going back to my hometown. Come with me to the riverbank; I haven't been there in years."
Back in junior high, our school wasn't far from the river. Every summer, the cool river breeze and soft sand were something we

teenagers for

. Han Xue, being a tomboy, would always scold anyone who refused when she suggested going to the river.
Knowing her temper, I could only agree and we arranged a time and place to meet. The day was uneventful. Surprisingly, Xiao Tong didn't come in the afternoon. Was she angry
about my antics yesterday , or was she too shy to come? A strange sense of loss washed over me. 　　After dinner, I rode my bike to Prince's house in town. Back in junior high, his family lived in those three dilapidated brick houses. But in my first year of high school, his father became wealthy and rebuilt this then-stunning Western-style house. Our...

My middle school was right across from his house, and a few of us teenage boys would often climb onto his

attic balcony to spy on the scantily clad girls walking in the girls' dormitory corridors with binoculars.

When there were no girls around, the colorful bras and panties hanging on the clothes racks were also our main targets.
When I arrived at Prince's house, his mother said he was out playing and not home. Having known Prince for so many years, I

was familiar with his family, so I didn't care whether he was home or not. I greeted Prince's mother and went straight into his

room, turned on his computer, and started playing StarCraft.
I've loved computers since college, and you could say I was a first-generation StarCraft fan. While others were still engrossed

in Red Alert and Empire I, I was already leading my class's "chicken enthusiasts" (playing computer games in school was called "

playing games," and I was jokingly called "chicken head" by those game enthusiasts) in a crazy online battle against Chen in the computer lab.
Under my influence and guidance, Prince installed StarCraft and became a novice StarCraft fan.

We teamed up at the town's computer room to play StarCraft, and we were practically invincible.
Since internet access wasn't widespread back then, playing StarCraft at home meant playing against computer players. Just as I was

wiping out three of the seven Protoss players, I felt a weight on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Prince had returned, accompanied by

a girl in her early twenties with blond hair and a provocatively dressed style.
Seeing me engrossed in the game, Prince tossed out a line, "Hey kid, why didn't you tell me you were coming? The army's

going back to the countryside tomorrow. We're having dinner at our usual spot at five. I don't have time for you right now, you can play by yourself."

He then towards the girl with a lewd smile and went into the inner room.
This kid's having a rich dad is great; he's idle all day, just like me, spending all his energy on chasing girls

. Countless innocent girls have fallen victim to his charms.
While I was still struggling to attack the fourth human's main base, cloying

groans . The noise inside almost drowned out the sound of my dragoon's photon

cannon.
"Damn it, friends aside, fuck in the middle. How am I supposed to play like this?" I cursed inwardly,

clicked exit, and quit the game.
The next afternoon, I secretly drove my brother's little "Mulan" to the station to pick up Han Xue. We agreed on 3:30, but I

waited at the station for more than half an hour in the August sun, almost fainting from heatstroke. This brat finally arrived, saying

"the train is late," without even a word of apology, which infuriated me. It was about

a ten-minute On the way, I retaliated by driving the car bumpily, braking and accelerating from time to time, which scared her so much that she

clung tightly to my waist. Her soft breasts pressed against my back through the thin clothes, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of

pleasure . Serves you right, you little brat.
Sitting on the river embankment, the river breeze brought a refreshing coolness, but Han Xue's face was still flushed. She

glared . "Yan Han, were you doing that on purpose?"
I vehemently denied it, and then feigned a tirade against the town government's corrupt officials who only cared about squandering taxpayers' money on food,

drink , gambling, and prostitution, leaving the rural roads riddled with holes and causing our Miss Han so much suffering. Finally, I added

, "Your dad seems to be in charge of road construction; he bears a significant responsibility for this."
Before I could finish, everything went black as a sandal flew towards me, knocking my glasses off. Just as I was about to lash out,

the girl had already dashed barefoot towards the beach.
Picking up my glasses and taking off my shoes, I rushed down the river, shouting into the wind, "Han Xue, you

're going to die!"
Chasing and playing with Han Xue on the riverbank, we felt like we were back in our carefree childhood, stepping on

the soft, damp sand. The river water only reached our knees, and we splashed each other with water until we were

completely soaked.
Han Xue's waterlogged clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite figure

. Her snow-white bra and panties were clearly visible, reminding me of the

beautiful girl in Ingres's "The Fountain. "
When did this little girl get such a great figure? I have to admit, Han Xue now is

incredibly alluring, a world apart from the tomboy she was in junior high.
Seeing me staring blankly at her chest, Han Xue suddenly blushed and cursed, "You pervert!"

She rushed forward trying to push me into the water. Damn, I was just praising her in my mind—her figure had improved—but her temper was still

the same as before.
As I fell into the water, instinctively, I grabbed her, and we both fell in together.
Han Xue pressed herself against me in an alluring position, her hands on my shoulders, her full breasts

pressed tightly against me, her legs straddling me in an extremely ambiguous posture.
Her long, wet legs hung down my face, Han Xue's bright eyes staring blankly at me, her tempting, upturned

red lips so close.
Time seemed to stand still; my mind went blank. I stared at her blankly, and suddenly, two warm,

moist lips pressed against mine. Her small tongue timidly slipped into my mouth. In a daze of passion, Xiao Tong

's face suddenly appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help but gently push her away.
Back on the riverbank, Han Xue and I lay on the smooth stones, drying our wet clothes in the sun.
I didn't know how to start a conversation. The kiss earlier had left me distraught, and the

hurt broke my heart. We remained awkwardly silent.
By the time I took her to town, it was almost five o'clock, and we had been silent the whole way. As we parted, I suddenly remembered that Prince had mentioned having dinner together

at five, so I called out to Han Xue, who was already turning to leave, "Xiao Xue, let's have dinner together."
For some reason, I felt a pang of guilt; I knew Han Xue had liked me since middle school.
Han Xue turned around, her silky hair fluttering in the evening breeze. And the smile on her face was as

radiant and bright as the sun that day.
Chapter Five: Confusion and Infatuation
At nine o'clock in the evening, in a private room at the Zhen Dong Restaurant, Han Xue, Da Jun, Da Lei, Tai Zi, and

her blonde girlfriend were engaged in a drinking contest. Han Xue and Tai Zi were junior high school classmates, so they were very familiar with each other.

Da Jun and Da Lei were even more excited to see me bring a beautiful woman, constantly toasting Han Xue

. When the drinking got heated, they kept calling her "sister-in-law" and even insisted that I drink a penalty shot with them.
Han Xue didn't know what was going on, but she not only accepted everyone's drinks but also frequently returned the favor. However, to be fair, this

girl had a tomboyish personality and drank quite well, her face turning red, but she was still quite energetic.
The first to pass out was the prince's girlfriend, a girl named Wu Na. The prince was also quite drunk, and he helped

the girl to the corner outside the restaurant. The girl's vomiting sounds could be heard from afar.
Da Jun and Da Lei were also quite drunk. Da Jun, with his arm around Da Lei's shoulder, whispered loudly

at , "Brother, I heard Shui Yi Fang (the name of a hair salon) has some new girls. Want to go check it out later?"
"What's Shui Yi Fang? Can I go?" Han Xue, flushed from the excitement, asked.
I was stunned. I quickly stood up, grabbed Han Xue's hand, and said to Da Jun and Da Lei, "Brothers, that's enough for

today . You two want to go sing karaoke? We're not going. I'll take her home first; it's getting late." I

deliberately called the hair salon a karaoke bar.
Luckily, Da Lei was still somewhat lucid and understood, adding, "Right, right, let's go sing some karaoke.

Karaoke bars in the countryside are different from those in the city; they're more chaotic. Ahan, you take Han Xue home; it's not a good place for a girl."
Han Xue seemed to want to say something, but I pulled her along and we left the restaurant. As Han Xue sat behind me, leaning against me

, I was about to start my motorcycle when I suddenly remembered something. I turned around and asked Han Xue, "

Where should I take you to stay tonight?"
"At your place!" Han Xue's answer almost made me faint. It turned out that Han Xue's house in the countryside

had been gone after her grandmother passed away, and there were no buses back to the city from the town after 6 PM.
If I took a girl home to spend the night in the middle of the night, my old-fashioned father would kill me. Turning around, I saw

Prince and Yellow Hair sitting on a flowerbed not far away, kissing. Prince's hand was even inside Yellow Hair's

shirt .
My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to Han Xue behind me and said, "My family is large, but we don't have enough rooms

. Why don't you stay at Prince's house?"
"No, I'm not familiar with Prince." Han Xue seemed to have also seen Prince and Yellow Hair's intimacy. Taking advantage

of the alcohol , she gently leaned her head against my back. "Unless... you stay at Prince's house with me too."
I was a little worried about Han Xue staying at Prince's house alone, so I agreed.
I drove the car next to them, and the two hooligans finally showed some humanity, stopping

their kiss because someone was nearby.
I shouted at Prince, "Damn it, go kiss at home if you want to kiss. I'm staying at your house with her tonight. Let's go."
The hotel wasn't far from Prince's house, just a few minutes away. Upstairs, Prince settled Han Xue and me into

the bedroom next to his, then took Yellow Hair into his own room.
Once inside, I turned on the bedside lamp and the air conditioner, then closed the door behind me. I said to Han Xue, who

stood bewildered by the bed, "Go take a shower first. I'll find a mat; I'll sleep on the floor, and

you can sleep on the bed."
The Prince's house was quite nice. His father was often away on business and rarely stayed home, while his mother

lived on the ground floor. The two bedrooms on the second floor each had a bathroom; the conditions were truly excellent.
Han Xue nodded and ran into the bathroom. I spread a straw mat I found in the closet on the floor, took off my

t-shirt and shorts, and lay down wearing only my underwear. The sound of running water from the bathroom stirred my

imagination. I remembered her almost naked, alluring body in the water that afternoon, and that inexplicable kiss

. My desire was aroused, and the faint moans coming from the next room turned into lust.
The bathroom door slammed shut, turning my lust into reason. I quickly covered my erection with a towel

.
Han Xue came out wrapped in a bath towel and got into bed. I turned off the bedside lamp; the room light was too bright,

and I felt embarrassed being shirtless and wearing only underwear. 　　I quickly crossed the room and went into the bathroom, letting the cold water wash over my body,
as if only that could

calm my burning desire. The effects of the alcohol made me incredibly excited about what was about to happen with Han Xue, yet also afraid of what might happen. I couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it, can't you act like a man?!" 　　After cursing, I let out a long sigh, finally calming down a bit. I turned off the water, dried myself off, and pushed open the bathroom door. The darkness outside caught me off guard. Han Xue had already turned off the room light. In the dim light , I saw Han Xue quietly curled up on the bed, her back to me, her body heaving under the towel, leaving a perfect, breathtaking silhouette in my eyes. 　　I shook my head vigorously and walked towards the makeshift bed on the floor, my eyes unable to leave a moment. Her body, wrapped in a thin blanket, seemed endlessly alluring. I imagined that if I were to lift that blanket, her nearly naked body, once submerged in the water, would be truly exposed! The desire to uncover the mystery lingered in my mind, growing stronger and stronger until it was impossible to suppress. 　　As if possessed, I reached out, my fingertips hesitating and trembling just before touching the blanket. I hovered in mid-air for a full minute before finally placing my fingers on Han Xue's shoulder. The instant my fingers touched her, I clearly felt Han Xue's body tremble slightly. 　　"Han Xue, are you asleep?" I leaned down and whispered in her ear, my voice dry and affected , even I could hear the insincerity in my voice. 　　"Mmm," Han Xue responded, almost a groan. 　　Speechless, I stood awkwardly by the bed, my hand on Han Xue's shoulder, unsure whether to move forward or backward. 　　"Yan...Han," Han Xue's voice was barely audible. 　　"Uh...Han Xue...I..." I stammered for a long time, unable to utter a coherent sentence. 　　Finally, I said in frustration, "It's getting late, go to sleep, goodnight!" 　　Just as I was about to pull my hand away, Han Xue suddenly sat up, the thin blanket slipping down to her waist , revealing her snow-white skin and full breasts to me without warning. She was completely naked! My mind went blank, and I stood there, frozen. 　　Han Xue's right hand touched my face, her eyes, fixed on me like two shining sprites in the darkness, murmured through her moist, red lips, "Han, do you remember that night you held me and Fen while we slept? Tonight, I want you to hold me while we sleep, okay?"

For a moment, I almost felt like I was back in my first love in junior high, in my second year of junior high. It was that night when my

first love, Fen, and I, sought shelter from the rain in an abandoned fishing hut by the river. Later, because

of this , Fen's father came to my house to complain, and I was, as expected, beaten up by the old man.
And the Han Xue before me was still that innocent

girl .
Looking at this girl who still held such deep affection for me after all these years, I gently embraced her, my heart overflowing

with warmth. Her head rested on my shoulder, and she sobbed softly. I never expected the straightforward Han Xue to be so vulnerable in front of me. I smelled the fragrance of her hair and felt the pressure of her firm breasts, but my mind was completely free of any other thoughts. 　　"Han, I like you so much, I like you so much. I know about Fen… If you two are together, I will silently wish you well, but…" Han Xue wrapped her arms around my back, her sobs knocking . This silly girl, at this moment, actually brought up that girl whose name I don't even want to remember. 　　"I know, Xue, don't say it." I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. Han Xue let out a soft moan, then slightly opened her mouth. My tongue licked her pearly teeth, then slid into her mouth, quickly intertwining with her fragrant tongue. "Mmm..." Han Xue couldn't help but moan, her whole body collapsing into my arms like a lump of soft mud. 　　There was no sound from the next room. In this quiet night, Han Xue and I, under the dim light of the bathroom, held each other tightly in a kiss. 　　We passionately sucked on each other's tongues, and my hands climbed from her waist to her breasts, covering her two full, high, snowy peaks, gently kneading them. 　　Han Xue's starry eyes were hazy, and her soft breathing grew heavier. My lips slowly began to kiss her cheeks, her earlobes, down her neck, all the way to her chest. When I firmly kissed her right nipple , Han Xue trembled, her legs twisting passionately with a seductive moan. 　　Desire surged within me like boiling water, and Han Xue and I fell onto the bed together. The thin towel covering her lower body was pulled to the floor. 　　The mystery beneath the towel was fully revealed before my eyes! Han Xue's translucent skin shimmered in the darkness. My hands roamed over her smooth, delicate skin, from her soft breasts to her smooth abdomen , from her rounded calves to her firm thighs, finally reaching her dark, glistening pubic hair and pressing against her soft, moist source. 　　My index and ring fingers gently parted the slit, my middle finger making a slight stroke, and the nectar flowed out, wetting my palm. 　　Under my teasing caresses, Han Xue gasped as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her wet lips kissing me like a drowning person seeking a lifeline. 　　I hastily ripped off my underwear, flipped her over, and pinned her beneath me. Her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I gently parted her legs. My already hard penis pressed against the soft flesh amidst the pubic hair, the swollen glans gently rubbing against the entrance, letting the flowing fluids soak it. My penis 　　felt like a burning fire, like a trapped beast, desperately seeking a way in, but Han Xue's lower body seemed locked tight, preventing me from entering. After several attempts, I seemed to have found the right spot, and forcefully thrust into the softest part of her flesh. With a soft "plop," my glans entered a tight, wet place, and it seemed there was nowhere further ahead. 　　"Ah—it hurts!" The moment I entered her, Han Xue suddenly frowned, cried out in pain, and bit her lower lip until it bled. 　　I was shocked and quickly stopped, gently asking her, "What's wrong, Xue?" 　　"Gently, gently...it's...my first time," she pleaded in a low voice. 　　What? First time?! Han Xue was still—a virgin! I was thunderstruck: "Then...Fang Cheng?" 　　"He—we haven't done it yet." 　　"He's your boyfriend, I thought..." 　　"He's my boyfriend, but we haven't done this yet?" Han Xue said, her eyes already red and moist. 　　"Because, I can't forget you." 　　Hearing Han Xue's words, I was stunned, muttering to myself, "You're still a virgin, I can't, I can't ..." In my heart, I always thought there were two kinds of women I couldn't touch: one was a prostitute, a woman any man could sleep with, too dirty; the other was a virgin, because that meant you had to take responsibility, you had to guarantee her a lifetime of happiness. 　　Before I could finish speaking, tears welled up in Han Xue's eyes. My heart ached instantly, and my penis deflated like a punctured balloon, pushed away by Han Xue's body. 　　But my heart kept telling myself: Han Xue is still a virgin, she has a good family background, I am not good enough for her, she is about to have a happy family, I cannot, I cannot ruin her happiness and future! 　　That night was long and desolate. Looking at Han Xue, her eyes filled with tears, lying in my arms, murmuring my name, I couldn't sleep a wink. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　[The End ]

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