Behind every moment of happiness lie scars. (Full)

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: Many years ago, when I was still in high school, I often took the bus to school. But almost every day
, I would see the same girl. We went to school together on the same bus, but not to the same
school. At first, I didn't pay attention because I was still quite naive back then.
I had very vague concepts about love and girlfriends. (Bah, I know everything now, and I'm quite wicked, haha
.) But seeing her every day made a difference. She was quite tall.
Back then, I was 1.78 meters tall, and the girl was about 165 cm (I later asked her, and she said she
was 163 cm). I thought she was very tall, and that's when I noticed her. She was quite pretty, with a good height and
good skin. (This is a later feeling; I was really just observing her, which is a wolf's nature, you know.) But it seemed like it wasn't just
me who noticed her; she started noticing me too. Sometimes, if there was a seat next to me, she would probably come over and
sit next to me immediately (if she sat down first, I would probably have to stand next to her). That's how it was; we
just lacked an opportunity to get to know each other.
We went to school together, and sometimes we did the same after school, so it felt very wonderful. It felt like
life was passing by like this, so beautiful. We were both quite young then, and we didn't have a chance to talk.
Three years passed like this, and I went to university. I also forgot about her because everyone has their own life.
(Little Wolf went to university in another city, so, as everyone knows, it was an ending without a beginning).
After graduating from university, I came back and found a good job locally. (PS: I'm starting to slack off now.)
Because in university, I only knew how to hang out with classmates and missed out on a lot of wonderful things
. (I'm only 23 now.)
This September, at work, I saw her again. She was even prettier, more beautiful,
and more mature than before—definitely everyone's type. Little Wolf started to feel attracted too, but still didn't have the courage
to say hello, since we weren't familiar. But I comforted myself, telling myself that next time I saw her, I would definitely take the initiative to say hello
, even if I was rejected, I wouldn't have any regrets.
It seemed like God heard my heart's desire, because I really ran into her that very night. (I'm not kidding,
I really saw her!) Little Wolf, true to my nature, grabbed my bag and charged at her. The first thing I said upon seeing her...
"Excuse me for bothering you, I mean no harm, can we talk?"
At that moment, I was incredibly nervous. (I'd never done anything like this before; if she thought I was a
robber, I'd be so embarrassed!) After all, it'd been years since we'd seen each other. Did she really recognize me? Even if she did,
what if she suddenly yelled something? I felt like banging my head against the wall! And it was past 9 pm (I was working late, so
I got home a little late).
But thankfully, her first sentence put me at ease. She said, "It's you! I thought we
were just friends from the bus!"
Wait, she said "friends," so she knew I existed. She suggested we find a place to talk, and I immediately
agreed. Under a big tree, we started getting to know each other. It turned out she went to a high school near mine, the same age as me
, but… She seemed quite mature, working as an accountant at a company. I never expected to be the one to initiate
conversation with her today. She said we were destined to meet (I was so happy, I don't know how to express it!), and just
smiled foolishly.
We had a great time talking that day, reminiscing about many interesting things from the past. The reason she sat next to me was because
she wanted me to talk to her. (But back then, I was still a naive lamb, a clueless little boy. Maybe
girls my age are more mature and know more.) So, for the first time, we chatted happily for
over an hour, exchanging phone numbers and QQ accounts, agreeing to chat again later that evening. She
wasn't online that night, and I waited for ages, feeling a little disappointed. But then I thought, maybe she was busy, so
understanding is key. Still, I was quite happy; it was the first time I'd experienced something like this. The result was still quite exciting. (
I had insomnia that night because I really wanted to have a girlfriend; I wanted to seize any opportunity.)
But it seemed like fate was playing a joke on me; she still didn't log on the next day. I waited for two days and then sent
a text message to check in: "Are you busy? I told you I've added you."
She replied, "I'm busy; I'll contact you tomorrow."
So I waited another day, and that night she logged on. We started reminiscing about the past again. Suddenly, she asked me
if I had a girlfriend. I thought happiness had arrived; I guessed she didn't. But the next moment, my heart ached. It turns out that
the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. She told me she got married six months ago to a colleague at her workplace
.
My heart ached, really. I didn't reply for five minutes, and then she started asking me... "Do you care? Do you really care?
I'm married, aren't I?" I didn't know what to say. She then said, "Why didn't you show up sooner? Why?"
I didn't know what to say either. She said, "How about we meet tomorrow and talk? I know what you're thinking right now ." I
said listlessly, "Okay."
That night, I couldn't sleep again, all because of the words "I'm married." The next morning
, I received a text message. We arranged a time and place to meet that evening at a bar not far from my house.
Finally, we met for the second time. The feeling was like heaven and earth compared to the first meeting. That night, we
faced each other in silence. I spoke first, after all, we're men, right? I said, "Actually, it's nothing. You got married,
it's only right. Look, we're both in our twenties, it's time to get married. Are you doing well? What kind of person is he?"
(Actually, Little Wolf was still quite upset.)
But that's how our conversation started, and we began chatting, forgetting our troubles. She said she admired
me for having the courage to talk to her; if it were her, even if she wanted to talk to me, she wouldn't take the initiative (girls,
no, I mean women. Haha). Everyone cares about their pride. We talked about many things in life, some happy,
some unhappy (her husband is a salesman who often goes on business trips, but only for a week or two, that's what she told me).
And so, we chatted happily, slowly leaning closer together. It was getting late, and we were both near home
. She went home, saying someone was home. I knew (she was telling me her husband was home). I smiled and said...

Although we live quite close by, I won't see you off. Let's just walk together. We went home 　　one after the other .
She didn't go online that night. Was anyone home? (It wasn't convenient, so I didn't mind.)
We texted each other every day until the end of the month. There was still someone home, but we both seemed to really want to see each other again. However,
we both knew that this wasn't right, and things started to cool down (we didn't have that much to talk about every day. Sometimes when
the feeling came, we'd tease each other and tell some dirty jokes. I knew she was mine).
About two weeks later, we met again. We didn't say anything and went straight to a hotel. I
had texted her saying I was tired and wanted a massage, and she agreed without hesitation. I was very happy (I believe
everyone knows their prey and is confident about success). But honestly, if she wasn't married
, I would definitely pursue her. You either don't love at all, or you don't hesitate. You have to rely on your own ideals.
At first, everyone was quite nervous, but she seemed even more nervous than me. When she massaged me, she didn't know what to
do with her hands. I asked her what was wrong, and she said shyly, "I'm a little nervous." I said, "What are you afraid of? I can't do anything to
you." She immediately said, "We've already booked a room, and you're still saying that?" I immediately comforted her, "I really like you ."
After saying that, I started
kissing her. She was very moved and began to gently massage my face (not with her hands, but with her tongue).
I was also very moved, touching her whole body. Really, her skin was so beautiful, white and smooth, and it
felt so good to touch.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I pressed myself against her and took off her clothes. She just looked at me like that, without any anger
or joy, just looking at me like that.
When I saw her body and her expression, I didn't move.
I looked at her like she was a work of art—so perfect, so sensual. Her figure was absolutely stunning, with lots of body hair. She
covered her eyes with her hand, not looking at me, just letting me stare at her like that. After a while, she softly asked
me, "Am I pretty?" I said, "Pretty, pretty, I love you to death."
We began our most primal act. Her lower body was very tight, and she was very wet. I lovingly kissed her
body, inhaling her faint fragrance. (I started to envy her husband, really envious.) We
expressed our love in the most primal way. I performed very well that day. After more than an hour, I ejaculated
inside her. It felt amazing. I asked if it was okay, that I ejaculated inside. She said it was fine, told
me not to worry (she told me her period had just ended the day before). Hearing this, I started thinking again.
Hehe, what a wolf! (I bet I'm doing it again right after I just finished, what an animal!) She said, "Oh my god, haven't you
done this in a long time?" I said, "Yeah, you're not, you don't know that now I only have you, no other woman
." She laughed and scolded, "Nobody believes that!" (Actually, I really don't have a girlfriend, but I've had quite a few, so I
said I'm being naughty now). She said, "You should rest first." I said, "Okay, but I want to hold you." She nodded
in agreement, and I was so happy at that moment that I don't know how I fell asleep.
I felt someone watching me, opened my eyes, and saw her smiling at me, saying, "You, you fell asleep so quickly, look at
what time it is now." I said, "What time is it?" She said, "It's already afternoon." (We got a room at noon, haha). I said, "Sorry
, are you hungry?" She said, "You just realized? Let's go." I thought for a moment and said, "Give me half an hour." She said, "Why
?" I smiled mischievously at her and said, "You'll find out soon." She immediately understood and screamed as she got up. But
Little Wolf immediately sensed it. How could I let the cooked duck fly away?
It was another primitive act; I took her right there and then. While we were eating, she was still complaining that my skin was swollen, saying, "
Look what you've done!" I smiled mischievously and asked, "What did I do?" She rolled her eyes and ignored me.
Later, we went home together and are still in touch.
I, Little Wolf, finally slept with the person I admire, but I'm also afraid of breaking up her family. A few days ago, she even came to
my house to cook for me (my parents weren't home, hehe). What should I do? I'm
not going to think about things I don't understand anymore, because things are already like this. I'll just be more careful in the future.
She told me that when I really have a serious girlfriend, she will leave me so I won't feel burdened, but
she told me never to forget her because I brought her so much happiness. What a wonderful woman! But she's not mine.
What a pity.
That's life. What's yours will always be yours, and what's not yours, you can't force. So we've come to terms with
it. But sometimes, sneaking around like this makes me really uncomfortable, because we live so close and I'm terrified of running into acquaintances
. Those old ladies are all so gossipy, so sometimes we just book a hotel room—safety first,
right?
[The End]

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