All That Is Gold and Jade (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

The story happened four or five years ago when I was still unmarried.

It was a semi-blind date dinner.

The target is not me, but my good friend L

She is an elementary school teacher, teaching in an elementary school "not in Taipei City"

Another married friend C couldn't stand it and continued to play games without settling down.

I was very enthusiastic to introduce her to a good partner.

C is a civil servant and lives a simple and sweet life with her husband.

Her husband is a literary figure, mainly a writer, has published several books, and is also a regular columnist

This time she and her husband somehow wanted to introduce a "young and handsome rising star in the literary world" to L.

L and I discussed this matter in detail during our regular afternoon tea party.

The conclusion is that if there really is such a good thing, then it is probably a gay who came here for a blind date at the behest of his parents.

C repeatedly assured us how good that guy was.

He also said that some of the man’s literary friends would come along, about two or three.

Tell L and another single G to seize the opportunity

Well, although we pour cold water on it,

But I still have a little expectation in my heart, and I am also seriously preparing to buy a good outfit.

On that day, we arrived at the French restaurant where we had agreed to meet.

We sisters are as busy as if we were attending an awards ceremony

L wore a light yellow sequined pink one-piece dress, a black and white scarf, and high heels.

Looks like a little princess

G wears a tight striped T-shirt and low-rise jeans, paired with stylish glasses and earrings, sexy and fashionable

I spent a long time choosing and ended up wearing a light blue top with a white silk jacket on the outside.

A white long skirt and sandals for an elegant and sexy look:

When we got to the restaurant, we sat opposite each other, men and women, and introduced ourselves to each other.

The legendary literary youth is called Xiaolin. He wears thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses and looks very bookish.

He was not dressed like a scholar at all, with a light purple shirt, casual pants and shoes, and a black leather jacket.

Looks more like a fashionable dude

During that meal, most of the people talked about irrelevant things.

Their topics are far from ours, and before we know it, the men will start discussing the latest literary gossip.

We didn't know each other so we were all left there in the cold.

And when they tried to talk to us about our work and life, we couldn't really get the point across.

In short, after the meeting, there was no follow-up, no exchange of contacts, only goodbye.

After walking away, I asked L

"What do you think? Do you want to start pursuing a literary and artistic career?" "

She laughed and said, "I'd rather be single forever!" "

However, the story has just begun

The day after that dinner, I received a phone call in the afternoon.

"Hello? I am sandrea. "

"Ms. Sandrea?" I'm Xiaolin, and I had dinner with you yesterday. "Comed from the other end of the phone."

I remembered. "What a great writer!" Hello, what's up? Looking for L? "

"No" He paused.

"This may be a bit presumptuous, but I would like to invite you to dinner. Is that convenient for you?" "

It's really presumptuous.

I didn't understand the situation and replied, "Are you sure you are calling me?" Not L? "

"No, really, Sandrea," he smiled.

"When I saw you yesterday, I realized that if I really wanted to get to know someone, the person I most wanted to know was you. So I mustered up the courage to fight

This phone call.

I wonder if I have the honor to have a meal with you? "

His elegant words make me feel like an illiterate person.

"Oh, okay," I stuttered.

He wasted no time in making a dinner appointment for that day.

Arrived at the restaurant and had dinner with him

He was still as elegant as ever, carefully ordering and introducing the dishes for me.

During the meal, he told all kinds of strange stories, such as Greek mythology, Shakespeare

Some I have heard of, some I vaguely remember, and some I have never heard of

The atmosphere became hazy and unreal.

We kept chatting and the meal lasted four or five hours until the restaurant closed.

After we left, he suggested taking a walk in the small park opposite, and we strolled along casually.

He suddenly stopped. I looked up at the sky.

"You can see the stars here, sandrea, we lie on the grass here. Without waiting for my answer, he lay down

I also lay down as I was told.

"That is Block XX. It has a beautiful story."

Honestly, looking back now, there were probably less than ten stars in the sky that night. The light pollution nearby was too strong.

I really doubt how to tell the constellation in this way

But there is a way to call out the name of each one and tell a beautiful story.

Until he had called out every bright star, he finally said,

"Do you know which is the most beautiful star in the night sky?"

To be honest, in the semi-daze, I could still tell that this was a tentative question.

I responded, "I don't know, which one?" "

He half sat up, tilted his head towards me, who was lying flat on the ground.

Put your face close to my cheek until only ten centimeters away

We feel each other's quickened breathing

Time seems to have frozen

He suddenly pointed his finger between my eyes, nodded, and said,

"Right here, in your eyes." "

This sounds like the text of a love letter.

When I think back on it now, I just find it funny and laugh.

But right now, the effect is really good

His face came up and kissed me on the lips

We kissed for a few seconds and I struggled to get up, "Is this too fast?"

He didn't stop me, but let me sit up and brush off the grass.

Then put your mouth close to my ear

"I don't know if it's too fast." I only know that all the stars in the universe are stopped at this moment.

This is the slowest second in history. "

It still sounds bad now.

But I really gave in.

I was like in the movies, running under the stars in the park, on the pavement covered with dog shit at night with passers-by,

We kissed passionately, oblivious to the surroundings

Every day after that was like returning to the plot of a girl's comic.

We would walk to the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall and kiss on a dark street corner;

We would walk along the lake on the NTU campus, and he would tell me stories about his time studying at NTU.

We would also go to the Normal University campus and sit by the dark sports field.

Chatting freely

At that time, we were just like a young couple.

L kept laughing at me for stealing his husband and kept asking me how I felt;

Although I don't deny that he and I would hug and kiss,

But I always feel like there's something weird, I can't put my finger on it

Until that day it explodes

I went to the pub again the night before and came back around 4am

This is no big deal to me.

But he sincerely wanted to surprise me that Saturday morning and rode his bicycle to buy breakfast downstairs of my house.

I had just fallen asleep when the phone woke me up.

Knowing it was him, of course I was happy, but also a little unhappy. I tidied myself up a little, put on a piece of clothing casually and went downstairs.

When he saw my disheveled appearance, his face darkened.

"Have you been sleeping until now?" "

"Um. "I said sleepily

"What were you doing last night?" "

"I went to xx pub and came back at four o'clock. "

"Why are you going to the pub?" he suddenly became excited. "People go to the pub to find one-night stands, why are you going there?" "

I am a person who responds to soft words rather than hard ones. These interrogative sentences made me angry.

"Is it your business whether I had a one-night stand or not?" "I retorted,"It's none of your business! "

He became even angrier, looking like he was about to explode,"I didn't expect you to be this kind of woman! I misjudged you! "

He said angrily.

"What did you misunderstand about me?" "I'm angry too."

He said something I didn't expect.

"If I had known you were so easy to fuck, I would have fucked you on the first day.

It saves me from wasting so many days playing the game of pretending to be innocent with you! "

I was so shocked that I was speechless.

After a few seconds, I turned my head, rushed in, and slammed the door shut.

I seldom shed tears

But I really cried that morning

I don't even know why I'm crying

I'm pretty sure I'm not in love with him

I'm also sure that his words didn't hurt me

But I still cried

One morning is about the limit of how much I allow myself to cry for a man.

I went to have a facial and spa in the afternoon

While trying to think about material things, shopping and dancing

Fill your mind and stop thinking about it

I suddenly thought of a way to make me feel better.

I went home and put on a black bra

I put on a black leather jacket outside.

Wear a bright silver leather skirt and high heels on the lower body

I arrived at his door and rang the doorbell.

He answered the door, still in his home clothes, and was surprised to see me.

"Would you like to invite me in?" I said

"Well, come in quickly." "He said.

I went in, stood in the living room, and looked at him.

"What's the matter, Sandrea?" "He said," If it was what I said today, I want to say sorry"

I unzipped my leather jacket and took it off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing my black bra.

He looked at me in surprise, his eyes fixed on my chest. "Sandrea"

I pulled the skirt and it fell to the ground. Then I unhooked my bra.

He almost stopped breathing.

I took a step forward and started to take off his clothes

His hands also began to take off his clothes in a hurry.

Until he takes off his underwear

I looked at his erect penis and chuckled to myself

He came over and wanted to hug me, but I pushed his hand away and leaned my upper body forward to make my breasts hang more obviously.

I also deliberately held the lower edge of my breast with one hand and leaned forward.

Put out the most provocative and erotic pictures I can think of

"Xiao Lin, listen carefully." "I smiled deliberately, pushed my breasts forward, and said,

"I didn't yesterday." have. go. one. night. Affection.

You did have the chance to have sex with my body.

However, after what I said today, I'm sorry, please come earlier next time. "

As soon as I finished speaking, I quickly picked up the clothes on the floor, and while he was stunned, I put on my clothes.

Walking towards the door, he said one last sentence:

"I didn't plan to do that." But I'm going to the pub now.

I'll sleep with the first guy who hits me on the head.

bye bye. "

I walked out

He chased me out, calling my name, but I ignored him and rode away on my bike.

It was a great feeling, as if I had regained everything I had lost.

Then I realized what I was sad about. I don't mind people saying I have one-night stands, because I have my principles.

What I care about is whether the other party sees me and him equally.

I rode to a pub where I knew one-night stands were most common and walked in

When I entered, the zipper was not zipped.

So my bra and breasts are wide open

Almost every man along the way turned back to look at me

I didn't care, I went to the bar and ordered a drink of Sex on the Beach

Tonight, I just want to tease, to fantasize, and to be unrestrained.

A young man with ordinary looks and figure came up to me.

The same opening words make me guess that he is a student, a young graduate student, probably studying science and engineering.

I don't come to the pub very often, but I came here with my friends today. After drinking, I mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation.

The chances of such people succeeding under normal circumstances are almost zero.

I interrupted him when he got to 1/5 of the above.

"I'm in a bad mood today and hope someone can accompany me." I said to him with a smile.

He seemed to have won the jackpot, and he didn't know what to do next.

But we finally arrived at a hotel nearby.

Once we got in, we were like dry firewood and raging fire

He ripped off my coat and started rubbing my breasts with both hands.

I unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down, and took off his underwear.

His hands played with my breasts, rubbing and grabbing them.

Normally, I wouldn't feel anything with such unskilled movements.

But tonight, in the psychological atmosphere, I began to moan

He became even more excited, and he played with my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his hands.

My entire sensitive area is aroused

"ah"

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With his other hand he began to roughly rub the opening of my labia

I started to get wet at the thought of me letting myself go.

"Miss, you are so great, you got wet so quickly." He said with a smile

He put on a condom and couldn't wait to get in.

"Ah ah" I screamed exaggeratedly.

The excitement is not that strong, but the psychological stimulation is the best aphrodisiac

I usually don't take the initiative to moan, but that time, which was one of the few times I took the lead in making all the dirty noises.

"Oh, I want it so badly."

"If you want it, I'll give it to you." He seemed to be struggling with the thrusting, holding my waist and thrusting forward

"Harder, harder, do it to me."

"I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you hard," he growled.

"Fuck me to death, fuck me hard, I want it so badly."

"What do you want?" "Say it out!" he shouted very hard.

"I want you to play with my breasts. It feels so good." I moaned without caring about my image.

He grabbed the breasts with both hands asymmetrically, and pressed hard as his waist thrusted.

"Oh, your breasts are so big and nice, do you like them?"

"I like it."

"It feels so good. Do you want me to fuck you to death?" He also started to speak louder

"I want it, I want it, I want it, fuck me to death"

He thrust faster and faster, more and more anxiously, "I want to cum a lot"

"Ah, shoot so much, shoot me to death, I want it

Cum on my breasts" (This is probably the most obscene thing I have ever said in my life)

He suddenly grabbed my back hard and ejaculated

I grabbed him tightly, leaving a bloody mark on his back with my ten fingers.

They continued to relax while moaning until they both lay in each other's arms on the bed.

While I was catching my breath, I suddenly thought of another trick and smiled triumphantly.

I took out my phone.

"Hey, Xiaolin."

"Sandrea, is that you?" "

"Well, Xiaolin, I just finished making love."

"You what?" His breathing quickened.

"I just had sex and it feels so good"

"Dry! "He hung up the phone with a curse word.

I smiled smugly.