Customs Beauty (Other Adult Novels)

The body is still, but the mind is far away. This is something you often hear when watching Travel TV! Yes, the reason why I like this channel is that all its programs give you a chance to temporarily relax when you want to put down all your worries and go for a hike, or simply give you a reason to have a good dream at night and add some exciting material to your dreams. Just like when I was a kid and liked to read the Doraemon comic book (now called "Doraemon"), every time I saw a new prop, I would fantasize about it before going to bed at night, and fall asleep while thinking about it (I would hypnotize myself at that time, haha). Hey, the transliteration of "Doraemon" for "Doraemon" is quite accurate. I wonder how many people have the same idea as me. I hope that after watching it, I can have fun and develop my imagination, and also have a few more "A" dreams.

The reason why most people like to read novels and blogs is probably that they hope to use this simplest and most environmentally friendly way to experience the author's experience in other people's words, feel other people's moods, and hope to have a dream like the protagonist's experience. If you are the same, then we should all be glad that we are such emotional people. Because it is actually a very happy thing for each of us mortals living in these square boxes made of steel and concrete to have a sensitive heart, to be able to exchange experiences and dreams with each other. How wonderful it would be if every mortal could write down what he or she thinks is the most extraordinary thing so far, so that everyone can experience, feel and communicate together. I wrote down my story today, hoping it will give everyone a good dream!

That was when I met Xiaoqing. It was the summer of 2005. I had just established myself in the foreign trade department of a large state-owned enterprise when I was sent to Dalian to be responsible for the customs clearance of a set of imported duty-free equipment. The tax exemption at that time was not as strict as it is now. As long as communication is in place and all links are connected, plus some insight (Northeastern dialect, meaning the ability to understand the other person's thoughts), it will be very smooth (of course, this is based on the fact that our company is a state-owned enterprise, and it is justifiable not to pay taxes to parents, haha). Things went smoothly until the last step of managing customs, and the leader was naturally very happy (he must have thought that he could boast in the year-end summary about how his department’s “unremitting” efforts had saved the subordinate branch companies so much in taxes and so on. I didn’t know it at that time, but now I understand it in this position). He expressed that he was very satisfied with my previous work and told me: I can’t slack off in the last step, and I must arrange activities for the customs comrades! Because they were afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it alone, they specially sent the manager of the Dalian branch to help organize the event. Xiaoqing is the person who needs to be focused on in our activity.

In order to protect the parties involved, some of the departments and ranks mentioned here are fictitious. I also don’t want to say more about some dirty things in the society here. In short, it’s all about power and money, which makes people discouraged. But, this is how the world is. Without the power of money, many people may never meet, let alone get to know each other. Contempt aside, let’s get back to the topic.

Qing's department is responsible for merchandise classification. Qing's status was clear from the seats where he and she sat when I first saw them - authority. Although we don't have any direct requests for her help, if she is even the slightest bit dissatisfied with us, it is completely fine for her to wait ten days or half a month before giving us a reply. And I was just a dumbass at the time (still pretty much the same now), with no sense of serving a civil servant, and it was very difficult for me to force myself to smile or say something that didn't mean it. Watching the branch manager, a man in his 40s (from now on I'll call him Lao Liu), grinning and trying to find topics to get close to Qing, I secretly admired Lao Liu's shrewdness. It also gave me the opportunity to sneak a peek at this beautiful customs lady.

I gave her the name Qing because I think her temperament can be fully described by this word. If there is another person who deserves this word, it should be Rene Liu. I remember when I first took a closer look at Xiaoqing, I was so stunned that I didn't dare to look at her for any longer. She had shoulder-length hair but not too much, willow-shaped eyebrows but not coquettish (definitely not like the ones in the current Pantene advertisements played by Big S), a perky little nose and a light pink mouth that had definitely never been painted with anything. She listened calmly to Lao Liu's explanations. Her eyes, I think no amount of words can describe her eyes, they are so pure and clear, as clear as those of a one or two year old child. This may be the biggest reason why I think she should be called Qing, and only Rene Liu deserves this name as much as she does. The day we met was Monday. Walking on the street, you could feel that the entire coastal city of Dalian was filled with a passionate and optimistic atmosphere. This was even more true in the Customs Building. The lighting in the office was good at the time, and she was sitting in a very correct position (the entire office area was next to the window, and the office area was twice the size of an ordinary partition area). The Monday morning sunlight shone in through the blinds, shone on her well-fitting customs uniform, and reflected a glittering light on her epaulettes. Her fair oval face and slender neck looked even more noble and charming against the black uniform. You could hardly tell she was wearing any makeup. The soft sunlight shining on her face created a misty halo, which matched her quiet innate temperament... She was so beautiful!

I was so absorbed in watching that I didn't notice when Qing had shifted his attention from Lao Liu to me, the silly boy standing blankly by the window. As I shifted my gaze from her to her face, our eyes met. I felt my heart beat rapidly, as if something had fallen directly from my throat into my stomach. I believe the expression on his face is also very dull and silly. Qing still had a calm expression, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Because I remember her slightly upturned pink lips with a hint of smile, and the fresh and friendly frown between her brows. Xiaoqing at that time could definitely not be described as sexy. She was not like the modern girls dressed in sexy and fashionable clothes walking on the street who made people whistle and have wild thoughts. But she was definitely the kind of sweet woman who could charm men with just a smile and make them willing to protect her for the rest of their lives. Just like my girlfriend in college, although she is my senior and we are in a different department, it does not hinder my determination to love her. The Qing in front of me completely fascinated me, and I suddenly became afraid that Qing could see through my thoughts. However, the more afraid I became, the more I dared not look at her. The more I dared not look at her, the more panicked I became, and I didn't know what to do. My face was getting hot and I knew it had gone all the way to my ears. This was an old problem of mine and I knew she must have seen it too. Because I was facing away from the sun and my ears were relatively large. In the office lobby, a 180cm tall boy with a red face and a pair of big ears that were transparent red was standing in front of the window.

Just when I was standing there in embarrassment, not knowing what to do, I felt Qing's body sitting over there trembling slightly. When I mustered up the courage to look over again, I found that she was covering her mouth and was almost laughing to tears. I quickly made an excuse to go to the bathroom and washed my face for a long time before the fever went down.

Everything went smoothly after that day. Later she took us to meet this official and that chief in turn. We shook hands with each of them, handed over business cards, and each of us left a complete set of information about our company and imported products. But every time I made eye contact with Qing, intentionally or unintentionally, I would blush slightly. But she always seemed to be naughty. She would look at me from time to time, and when she saw my ears turned red, she would giggle secretly. This caused me to speak absent-mindedly several times when answering officials' questions, and I was not very satisfied with myself.

The morning passed quickly, and when it was almost noon, even though I knew it was impossible, I still politely asked them to have lunch together. The officials naturally refused, saying that everyone at the customs ate in the cafeteria. I also naturally asked for their cell phone numbers, including Qing's, on the pretext of asking them to continue communicating in the evening. I said that I would learn a lot from you about classification in the future, and she said: Let's learn from each other. I can't tell that you look so young even though you are almost 30 years old. I was amused by her words, and several other people present also laughed. I didn't know how to thank her, but I secretly admired her meticulousness. Thankfully, after she said that, everyone knew that I got along well with this business authority. Things will go much more smoothly in the future, and everyone will naturally have a much better impression of me. What I admire about her is that the only thing on my business card that had the small words 1978 was on my backup personal email address, and she noticed it.

That night, as it was a busy Monday and our application had just been submitted, several officials said they were busy and the dinner did not take place. In the end, I couldn't muster up the courage to call Xiaoqing. The next few days passed so slowly. I made courtesy calls to several other officials every day to inquire about progress and communicate with each other. At the same time, I visited some business partners or clients in Dalian who I had only communicated with over the phone before. Then I spent the long nights alone in the hotel. Every time I think of Qing, my heart starts pounding. I knew I was struck by something, it must have been love at first sight. I thought I would never have this feeling again except in college and with "her" who would be with me forever. I know that a smart and beautiful woman like her must be married, and from her noble temperament, I can tell that this woman has so many good things that I want to know but cannot know. Thinking of this, I began to regret meeting her, because everyone who has been in love knows how slowly time passes without her/him.

Finally it's Friday. In the morning, walking on the road from People's Square to the Customs Building, I felt that the whole city was looking forward to the arrival of Friday night. The boys walked with ease and the girls' skirts fluttered. I also vaguely felt that something would happen tonight. I wonder how many people are looking forward to seeing so many things happen on this romantic night in June! This can also be detected from the tone and attitude of the customs personnel in the past few days.

Sure enough, Lao Liu called and said that he had made an appointment with someone tonight. I asked him in a roundabout way whether he had made an appointment, and he said no, because it was inconvenient to bring a woman. I said: You must want to take them to have some fun, right? Old Liu said: Don’t you understand this? Those in charge are all men. In my heart, I cursed Lao Liu for being nosy and a bitch, and thought: You have the final say. If you are capable, why don’t you do my job as well? Why do you still need us to apply for tax exemption? While thinking this in my mind, I still say something like, "It's not a good idea to take the customs officer to that place when I'm meeting him for the first time. It's better to have a meal first, then sing or drink tea, or go to other more formal places. What if someone doesn't like it? This way we can suit everyone's habits and preferences!" The old man then said: Okay, but the expenses need to be calculated independently by the two companies. "People like this are so boring!" I scolded this old pervert who spoke with an accent from some damn place but insisted that he was a native of Dalian. I didn't care about anything else and agreed to his request, thinking that if I could see Qing again, my department could pay for it all.

I remember that the banquet that day was arranged at Taipei A+A in Xinghai Square, and the food was all seafood. The seafood in Dalian can be said to be of great value. It is not expensive, but the nutrition is absolutely excellent. I still miss it now. A big part of my love for Dalian is because of the seafood here. The men ate seafood and drank white wine. They also knew the benefits of seafood and the good things that were about to be delivered to their doorsteps. As they talked and laughed, the topic drifted away and they started telling dirty jokes one after another. Since I was young, no one forced me to speak. He just smiled knowingly. At this time, I was no longer afraid that my thoughts would be seen through by Qing, because everyone's faces were flushed, and several people had already started discussing the next program in private. I looked at Qing, who was sitting a seat away, and it seemed that she didn't eat much or drink much during the entire banquet. Qing was wearing a white dress today, which was obviously something she had changed into at home. He looked at the glass of red wine in his right hand with melancholy eyes. The lighting in the hotel was good, and the red blush of the red wine sprinkled on the white shoulders and neck, making the beauty in front of him even more attractive. Qing's dress had white lace on the edge, revealing a little bit of cleavage on her chest. A little further up, there are transparent straps hanging on the pink shoulders. From the outline of her chest, we can see that her breasts are not big, but her curves are beautiful. The white lace further highlights Qing's natural purity. In addition, Qing has never worn any makeup, and her straight black hair falls over her shoulders like a waterfall. I'm afraid any normal man would have some thoughts about her. I looked at Qing and was stunned for a while. I suddenly realized that Qing was actually very thin. She was nearly 1.65 meters tall, but her wrists were as thin as a reed stick, which made people feel pitiful. Although the skin on her upper arms was white and moist, it was still pitifully thin compared to her slender beauty. Looking down from the shoulder straps, the angle of skin formed between the delicate upper arms and the upper torso (commonly known as the chicken coop) is also tender and white, which makes people imagine a lot.

Because I had already toasted everyone, I became bolder and raised my glass to Qing: Miss X, thank you for your help! Look at you, why don’t you eat more? You look so thin. If you don't eat more, be careful not to be blown away when a typhoon comes. I said jokingly. Qing didn't say anything, but smiled at me, a very sweet smile. I picked up a piece of sea cucumber and gave it to her. It was very fresh, chewy and smooth, and I almost couldn't catch it. Fortunately, I was prepared and used a spoon to hold it from the bottom and put it on her plate. She was amused by my funny actions and started eating happily. But her mouth is so small that she can't open it very wide. After she ate the head of a not very thick Dalian sea cucumber, she couldn't take the second bite at once. She had to use a spoon to hold the food and bite it from the side like I did. Now it was my turn to make her laugh. When she saw me looking at her, a blush appeared on her face.

When everyone was almost done drinking, Lao Liu encouraged everyone to finish their glasses. Everyone was in high spirits, and some even staggered out of the private room supporting each other. Old Liu obviously had nothing to do. After paying the bill, he secretly scratched the lottery tickets with a thick receipt and whispered to me privately that he wanted me to arrange the next program. I said, let's go to Qingquan Bath, you can each get what you need, I want to talk to Miss X about classification. This time, Old Liu was sensible and didn't say much. So we took two taxis and rushed back to People's Square.

In the car, Qing and I sat next to each other in the back seat. With the car windows open, you can smell the cool, slightly fishy scent of the sea in the air, as well as the fresh scent of grass, probably from the plane trees. At this moment, I remembered what a customs brother had just said to me in private, "Brother, you are really great. You are an old lover, right? I have never seen anyone who can invite Xiao x, and today he even went to the second show with you guys." I felt much closer to Qing in my heart. I really wanted to ask Qing some personal questions, but there was a male colleague of his in the car in the front row, so I didn't ask much. We just chatted like close friends about which of the brothers was better, who was the most lustful, etc. At this moment, the car braked suddenly. Qing, who was sitting in the middle of the back seat, had nothing to hold on to and his head was about to hit the seat in front of him. Fortunately, I didn't drink too much. I pulled the upper handrail with my left hand and pulled her back from the side with my right hand. The brother in the front seat and the sister on the other side were complaining that the driver didn't look at the traffic lights and only braked suddenly when they reached the traffic lights. The driver was also apologizing repeatedly, but I found that my right arm was still around Qing's shoulders, and I didn't know when my hand fell to her chest. Wow, what a warm and smooth touch. Just a few seconds passed so quickly. Although it was only a few seconds, I still remember the touch and the feeling of my heart pounding. And I don't know why, but there was another very fresh and comfortable fragrance wafting out of the car. My body froze there, quietly enjoying the smooth touch of the edge of my palm and the refreshing fragrance in the air. I wanted to say: Are you okay? But I couldn't say "no, no, no"

It was already very late at night, but Renmin Road was still bustling with people. There wasn't much light in the car, but it was enough for the driver to see my current posture in the rearview mirror without having to look back. I pulled my hand back, not daring to see his expression clearly, and didn't say much about what had just happened. I quickly changed the subject and told the driver not to drive too hard and to make sure to rest. I also took the initiative to talk to him about how my father drove a taxi to earn money to pay for my studies when I was a child. The atmosphere in the car was very good throughout the journey, and the driver didn't even charge us when we got off the car.

Qingquanyu is a newly opened Japanese-style hotel that integrates dining, bathing, accommodation and leisure. It was considered above average in Dalian at that time and it was a hotel I often visited. The main reason why I come here often is the financial management system that allows all expenses to be arbitrarily converted into meal and accommodation expenses, and the free aerobic sleep area. Because there were many troubles with customs clearance and export of imported goods, I came to Dalian alone. At that time, our company's accommodation standard seemed to be 220 per day in coastal cities, and the entertainment expenses were reimbursed on a real-time basis. When I have nothing to do, I often do a Thai massage or bone loosening here and chat with the technician to relieve my boredom. Then you can either wait until 11pm to enjoy the free buffet, or order a few dishes individually if you are hungry, and finally find a cubicle in the aerobic rest area and have a good sleep, which is of course free. Because this place is very close to the customs brokerage, freight forwarding company, shipping company, customs and Economic and Trade Commission, I can sleep until eight or nine o'clock the next day, instead of having to get up early to go out for work like I do if I live on Xi'an Road. The key is that you can save up the receipts here, and when you are about to leave, we will issue an invoice for accommodation according to our company's standards. If there is any balance, we will issue an invoice for meals. In this way, eating, drinking and having fun are all at public expense and the cost is not much. Moreover, many rooms here offer free internet access, so your work will not be affected. Later I heard that this hotel was investigated by the police because of European Cup gambling, and I also heard that one of the owners here was shot in his own place (I heard it from Lao Liu). I don't know why I have said so much about this. I think these are secondary. The most important thing is that I miss that place so much, because you will see what happened there next - my best memory is changing shoes and getting a card. I asked the waiter to put the money on everyone's card onto mine, and then we made an appointment to meet at the restaurant on the 4th floor at 12 o'clock. In the elevator, Lao Liu said privately that he wanted to take a man upstairs to a private room with a rich program, and asked me if I wanted to go. If I had known he was going to do this, I would have said: I have to play mahjong with my three older sisters. The guy quickly said yes, and got off the elevator happily with a woman in the women's area on the third floor.

After taking a shower, I sent them upstairs. I waited downstairs for a long time but the ladies didn't come up. So I went to the bar and asked for a bottle of Black Lion. When I came back, I saw Qing sitting on the wooden swing next to the elevator, swinging slowly in the hotel's free cotton bathrobe. The bathrobe was a little big and didn't fit her well, but it brought out Qing's pair of long, fair, and beautiful legs. I walked to the swing and said softly: What about them? Qing said that their two families called each other and took a taxi back together. What about you, I asked stupidly. I regretted it the minute I said it. You like him/her so much, and now we finally have a chance to be alone together, asking this question is like driving him/her away. Who knew Qing would actually laugh out loud.

I've never seen anyone as stupid as you. Aren't all of you people in Northeast China like you?

I immediately recovered from my previous depressed mood and asked:

So you are not from the Northeast, right?

Yes, although my parents are from the south, I grew up in Harbin.

No wonder your skin is so good!

Later I sat next to her, and we chatted happily to the creaking sound of the swing. When we talked about each other's hobbies, we both liked Western movies and TV series very much. We could also understand some things that ordinary people thought were perverted, such as sexy lingerie and uniform temptation. We also talked about Korean movies and phone sex.

Later we went to the movie theater in the hotel and watched a movie. I can’t remember the name of it, but it was a pirated English movie. The waiter tried for a long time but couldn't get the subtitles to come up, so there was basically no one in the entire screening room except the two of us. I said, do you know? Being with you, I feel as happy as if I were back in college. Qing said: I feel very relaxed being with a little brother like you. I, your sister, seem to look a lot younger. I slowly took her hand, and she didn't refuse, letting me slowly pull it over. Such a cool, soft and delicate pair of little hands. I didn’t know how to take care of them, so I slowly led them to my cheeks and kept warming them with the temperature from my face.

I have never been able to stay up late since I was a child, and I had been drinking, so I knew I must have fallen asleep holding her hand not long after the movie started. But Qing, I don’t know whether she was asleep or not, but when I woke up I clearly saw her looking at me sideways, with such noble eyes, I really suspected that I was dreaming. If it were me, my arms would have gone numb if I had kept my body in this position. I said I felt so sorry for Qing who was so close to me and looking at me gently. I really wanted to say something to her, but I blurted out: It's already very late today. Won't your husband be worried if I don't go home so late? I don’t know if I was confused after sleeping or what, but the entire conversation with Qing was very happy, and I tried my best to avoid asking questions about her family. I know the reality of this world, and I am afraid to know that she has a good relationship with her husband, and our relationship will affect her happiness. When this sentence popped up in my mind, I felt my head suddenly become bigger and sweat started to form at the roots of my hair. I don’t know how Qing felt, but I didn’t dare to look at her at that time.

I only heard a calm voice saying: No, he went to the south and will not be back for a week. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. I was happy because she said that to give me a chance, which was the best acquiescence to further attack me. What worries me is that I vaguely feel that the beautiful woman in front of me has always been my dream, and this dream will end sooner or later.

My memory of what happened afterwards is a little fuzzy, I only remember Qing said she saw that Star TV would broadcast "Unforgettable Lovers" at 2 o'clock and she wanted to watch it. So I took Qing to a non-smoking area, and we snuggled on our respective sofas and quietly watched the movie again, which we had both seen. When I gently wiped the last tear from her face with a tissue, I heard Qing say to me. Heart, I want you. (There is a heart character in my name) I kissed her slowly. It was Qing and I’s first kiss at 4 a.m. in the lounge filled with snoring sounds. I gently touched Qing's slightly dry lips with my lips, and gently touched her pink neck which exuded intoxicating body fragrance with my eyelashes. We were cuddling quietly like this, and the impulse of youth made me want to climb up several times and give her everything I had, completely forgetting that there was a ready-made 4-star hotel room upstairs that could be checked into at any time. The lighting in the hall is very dim, and the brightest part is probably the introduction to the hotel rooms and services on the scrolling screen. In the light of the red characters scrolling on the screen, I saw Qing with her moist eyes closed. Even the faint spots on her thin cheeks looked so adorable that a big boy like me, who was 180 cm tall and weighed 65 kg, couldn't bear to press on her. I looked at Qing affectionately, and Qing also looked at me with her clear eyes. For a long, long time. For some reason, my nose felt sore and two drops of crystal clear and warm stuff dripped onto Qing's neck at four in the morning in Dalian.