True Love (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

Back to mid-2005, I went to Yiwu very frequently during that period. I met her in the Jinhua chat room of QQ. I had been waiting there based on the principle of casting a wide net and selecting carefully. I can't remember how she got into my QQ friend list. The only impression I have is that we could chat occasionally - because we had the same job nature. The topics of our chat were all-encompassing, from the stall owners in Yiwu Trade Market to the ears of Van Gogh and Beethoven and even Freud's brain. We talked about everything that came to mind. From this, I came to a conclusion - this is a smart girl with a certain cultural literacy, and she is worth meeting.

We chatted on and off for four or five months and became very familiar with each other. I told her that I would be coming to Yiwu soon and got her cell phone number. I asked her if I should play the role of host. She said that she would treat me to the roasted sweet potatoes grown at the entrance of her community. They were especially fragrant, and in the middle of winter they were warm in my hands, like a small stove. Hehe, but I had to pay the bill (she was a cute girl, I thought). So I gave her the nickname "Sweet Potato Xishi", which made her both happy and angry. In fact, at that time I knew nothing about her height, weight, age or appearance. I knew that in a city like Yiwu, it would be much more difficult to find a girl who knew Van Gogh, Beethoven and Freud than to find a beautiful woman who was pleasing to the eye. (Brothers in Yiwu, please don’t scold me, this is just my personal opinion, and I still hold this view to this day)

When I arrived in Yiwu, I finished my work early and called her. “Hey, little girl selling sweet potatoes, are you busy?”

"Oh, hehe, it's you. How did I become a roasted sweet potato seller?" (A burst of bell-like laughter)

"Hey, are you free? I'm hungry and I want you to treat me to some roasted sweet potatoes."

"Haha, I'll be off work in about 45 minutes, where are you?"

"Yihe"

"How corrupt! Stay at Yihe and wait for me in the lobby. I'm not far from you."

"see you"

The voice on the phone was crisp with a hint of sweetness, capable with a hint of shyness. I guessed she wouldn't be an unattractive girl, so I felt relieved. (The guy Xun, who I hate the most, once said: I have never hesitated to assume the worst about Chinese people. And I have never hesitated to assume the worst about the appearance of girls I have never met).

The waiting time always seems so long. After finishing a cup of steaming hot coffee in the Yihe Western Restaurant, I realized that only half an hour had passed. So, I ordered another 555 and gazed through the tall floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the rickshaw driver waiting for customers in the cold wind. I couldn't help but sigh. During this time, beautiful women walked by from time to time, and I saluted them woodenly.

A taxi stopped and the back door opened with difficulty, revealing a pair of brown leather boots with thin high heels. Then I saw a head of slightly curly black hair, simply tied into a ponytail, a shiny forehead, light makeup, and very refined facial features, especially the eyes. I could tell at a glance that the eyes had a curved smile, which was the type I liked. A dark brown suede miniskirt that hits half a fist above the knee, a beige turtleneck sweater that's very close fitting, a light brown plaid short windbreaker, and a small beige bag of the same color as the sweater. A woman who is very tastefully dressed and very pleasing to the eye, appearing in a city like Yiwu makes me feel like a crane standing out from the crowd.

A waiter came over to change my ashtray. At the same time, my phone rang. It was Digua Xishi: "Hello, I'm at Yihe."

"Hey, so fast! I'm in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the western restaurant." I responded while fiddling with the ash of 555's cigarette to tell her the direction.

"Are you wearing a black sweater, short hair, and glasses?"

"How do you know?"

Suddenly, I felt the beautiful woman outside the window staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw her looking at me with a smile and shyness. Then, she pointed at me and herself with the cell phone in her hand.

My heart was beating wildly. How could I have deserved such favor from God?

He made a surprised expression at her, immediately stood up and waved for her to come in. To be honest, I have met quite a few good families, but she is the only one with such good hardware conditions. It makes me feel inferior. Yiwu is really a city that likes to give people surprises.

A minute later, she sat opposite me, smiling shyly. The close contact not only made my heart beat wildly, but also made my mouth dry. I believe everyone has had the experience of seeing beautiful women. I am not good at writing and cannot describe them one or two times.

I asked for her opinion, ordered a glass of juice for her and a glass of water for myself, and started teasing her, trying to dispel the awkward atmosphere of our first meeting.

"You really look like something in all your brown attire."

"Oh, what is that?" (You don't call things "dongdong" anymore. Since you are so naughty, I will be naughty too)

I indicated that I wanted to whisper to her, and she naturally leaned forward and moved her head closer. I could see her ears clearly. They were delicate and clean, and dizzy white. The fine hairs on her ears looked particularly cute.

"Baked sweet potatoes, haha"

"You..." She looked very angry, "Have you ever seen such beautiful roasted sweet potatoes? Humph-" She refused to give in.

"Of course not. I have lived for 28 years in vain and didn't even know there are such beautiful baked sweet potatoes in the world."

"Hmph..." Still angry.

"I'm just kidding, don't be angry, haha-" He paused and said seriously: "But you are indeed very beautiful, it's not a compliment, I'm just being honest."

Now it was her turn to feel embarrassed. Her face turned red and she seemed a little at a loss.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he asked, "Didn't you say you were hungry? Do you want to eat some baked sweet potatoes?"

"Hey, okay, I'll eat you."

"Oh - you...if you continue like this I'm leaving." The beautiful woman made me very embarrassed. "Can't you tell I'm joking? Well, I'm a little hungry. How about we set off now?"

"Hehe--" She was very clever. She opened her small bag, pulled out two roasted sweet potatoes wrapped in a plastic bag, and placed them in front of my table. "Eat it, hehe."

It's my turn to be stupid, this. . . Eating roasted sweet potatoes in the hotel’s western restaurant. . . The first time in the history of the world.

"Ahem, ahem, can I...can't I just take it upstairs and eat it in my room?"

"Then take it up and eat it. I'm going to go back. By the way, these two roasted sweet potatoes are 4 yuan. You pay the bill." She saw my embarrassment and gloated over her prank.

"Then let's eat here. Who's afraid of who?" You can't send the beautiful woman away just for the sake of face.

As soon as the plastic bag was opened, a fragrance wafted out and the entire western restaurant was filled with the most rustic smell. The waiter came over and said: Sir, we don't allow you to bring your own food here. Hehe, I said if you can provide this I would buy it from you, but in the end nothing happened.

I took a piece and smelled it. It was really delicious. I hadn't eaten something like this in several years. I put it in my mouth under her smiling gaze. It was steaming hot and tasted unique in this cold winter. Then I gave her the next piece. She took it and screamed, "It's so hot, how can I eat it?" I said my skin is thick and I am not afraid of the heat. So, under the pretext of not letting her delicate skin get hurt, I tore off each piece of roasted sweet potato and put it directly to her mouth. She hesitated at first, and then ate it with a blushing face. After a few rounds like this, she began to enjoy my service as if it was her due, with her hands on the table like a little kid in class. Every time I handed it to her, she shrugged her shoulders, leaned forward, and opened her sexy little mouth to eat it. It was a very naughty posture, really cute. I am so excited that I am back to the time when I first fell in love.

A foreigner in his 50s at the next table glanced at me, perhaps attracted by the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes or dissatisfied with my feeding method. I also got excited and asked him: would you like to try some? The answer I got was: Oh, yes, thats very kind of you, thank you. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I gave one to her. It seems that the charm of roasted sweet potatoes is really endless, including the girl sitting opposite me, a living, beautiful roasted sweet potato.

Soon, the roasted sweet potato was finished. At this time, I really regretted giving it to the foreigner, otherwise I could have fed the beauty more. So I said to her with regret, "I found that I did something extremely stupid." After that, I pointed at the foreigner with my mouth. The smart girl knew what I meant and deliberately burped and said, "I'm full."

After sitting for a while, we became more familiar with each other. I found a good match, a lively girl who had read a lot of books, and we were able to find common topics. (As an aside, I seldom go to places like saunas for sex. I always think that pure physical release will always leave a sense of emptiness afterwards, but the physical and mental pleasure during the process of having sex is something that cannot be experienced in any sauna. Physical insertion is only a result, and 70% of the fun of having sex lies in the process, especially when you meet good girls with excellent qualities. When you are with them, your physical desires will be reduced to the lowest point, and instead you will want to explore their lives and their attitudes towards you, such as the mischievous nature of girls, and their personalities that are a mixture of innocence and lewdness. For me, seeing a girl wearing my shirt and exposing her thighs while eating breakfast in the room seriously is definitely more exciting than stripping naked and spreading her thighs.)

When leaving, the foreigner at the next table politely said thank you again and again, and added: you lucky guy, your girl friend is pretty nice. Unexpectedly, she directly replied to him: thank you, but I am his aunt. I was really stunned.

We arrived at the lobby and paid the deposit for the extension of our stay at the front desk. I looked up at the clock at the front desk. It was 7 o'clock. I asked her where she was going. On one side was the hotel entrance and on the other was the elevator to the room. She tilted her head and bit her finger and thought for a while, then said that she was going to have dinner and to extort a lot of money from her nephew.

Just when I was about to hail a taxi, she said she wanted to take a tricycle, saying that it was so cold and it was not easy for the tricycle drivers, so I should give them some business. I was speechless. What else could I do except nod? Because of the cold weather, she started shivering soon after getting in the car. I naturally hugged her and put her slender, white, boneless little hand in my coat pocket. There was no resistance. Everything was natural, wasn't it?

The dinner was simple. We found a restaurant with nice decoration in Yiwu's central business district and went in. I was not overcharged. Four dishes and a soup cost only around 100 yuan. During the meal, we talked more. She was 23 years old, from Jiangsu, and had been working in a trading company opened by her uncle in Yiwu after graduating from university.

After dinner, we walked aimlessly in the central business district. She held my arm, and even through our coats, I could still feel the little white rabbits on her chest rubbing against my arm from time to time. Her hands were still in my coat pockets. We were walking like a couple. When we passed a bar, I said, let's go in and have a few drinks to warm ourselves up. She said she could only drink half a beer, but she went in anyway.

I ordered a double black label, but the bartender poured me two glasses in wine glasses. Oh my God, who opened this bar? Have these employees been trained? After visiting so many bars, I actually came across one that served whiskey in wine glasses. I asked the waiter if they had old-fashioned glasses, and he replied: I don't know what an old-fashioned glass is. I almost spit blood on the bar. I ended up going to the bar and finding an old-fashioned cup to change into.

Maybe it was something new, so she spent a long time choosing from the wine list and ordered a cocktail - Long Island Iced Tea (from this we can see that she seldom goes to bars, and the wolves all know that although this cocktail is called "tea", it has absolutely nothing to do with "tea" and is also very strong). When the wine came, the first sip almost made her cry, and she immediately ordered a glass of water to rinse her mouth. Hoho. . Finally, he shouted that this bar was a rip-off. So, tell her that this drink is made from gin, tequila, rum, vodka and orange wine with some other ingredients, so it is natural that it is strong. She was surprised at my knowledge of wine, and I told her everything without hiding anything. I don't have any in-depth research on other things, but when it comes to wine, I think I have more than enough knowledge to be a bartender in a normal bar.

I ordered her another glass of Baileys. Oh, she was happy now. There was also coffee and chocolate flavored wine, which seemed to suit her taste. (Reminder to all LYs, based on my experience, most girls like Baileys. It is many times more effective than beer in getting people drunk. It tastes good, but the alcohol content is about 17 degrees. Most girls can't stand it after two cups.)

I played dice with her again, and she was better at bragging than me, because we often play this game when we go to KTV with friends. However, her alcohol tolerance is there, and she couldn't sit still after one glass of Baileys. So I held him and watched Tom and Jerry playing on the projection in the bar. My hands were around her waist, and I could feel the warmth of her belly through her thin sweater. Seeing that she didn't react much, I put my hand in. It was warm, as if I was touching a piece of Hetian jade. My little brother raised his head at that time and BSed myself. None of us spoke, we just looked at the projection and laughed from time to time. When she drank the second glass of Baileys, she was already drunk and breathed weakly in my ear: "Let's go back." It's strange, why do beautiful women smell fragrant even when they are drunk?

I rubbed my face against her ears, then playfully tickled her belly with my hands, causing her to squirm. "Let's go," I drank the second double shot of Black Label.

I carried her back to the hotel, and at the elevator door, we happened to meet a foreigner who had eaten our roasted sweet potatoes. I could only explain to him awkwardly, "My aunt is drunk." He helped me press the elevator button, and when he went out, he smiled at me slyly, "Take care of your little girlfriend, good night." Damn, this foreigner is like a fox.

She was drunk, really drunk, but very quietly. Her long eyelashes looked unusually beautiful and charming under the bedside lamp. I took off her coat and boots. Under her thin sweater was a body that no man could resist. Her long but plump thighs were crossed, and her full breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing. I gently covered her with the quilt, changed into the hotel's bathrobe, leaned against the head of the bed, and quietly stared at this beauty who was about to be in my hands. From what I could see of her body so far, I, being picky, could not find any flaws. I moved closer and closer. The small and white earlobes brought unparalleled visual tension. I greedily sucked the breath from her neck. There was no perfume, but the very faint woman's body fragrance almost made me unable to control myself.

A gentleman takes things in a proper way. I am a lustful person, there is no doubt about that, but I am not lewd or cheap. I got into bed, held her in my arms, put my hands on her warm belly, and just looked at her like I was my girlfriend, and then I fell asleep.

It was about 12 o'clock in the middle of the night when she woke up. When she moved, I woke up too. She then lay quietly in my arms without saying a word. After a few minutes, she suddenly said, "You big pervert, you actually took off all your clothes?!"

"I'm wearing this bathrobe, so how can it be naked? Besides, look at yourself, you haven't lost a hair, I didn't touch anything."

"Humph, you still have some humanity."

After saying that, her serious face instantly turned into a mischievous face, and she actually wanted to tickle me, but I was immune to tickling, and she looked disappointed, haha, if that's the case, then you can't escape, I tickled her up and down, left and right, front and back, making her tremble and gasp, "No, no, I'm going to take a shower."

“How about we go take a shower together?” My eyes lit up.

"Hmph, no, you go wash first." His face became serious again, and then he added, "My head still hurts a little, lie down for a while, you wash first."

I have never had the habit of making things difficult for others, so since that didn't work, I would just wash it myself first. I washed my little brother several times and told it that it should behave better when dealing with beautiful women. Hoho. .

When I came out, I saw that she had also changed into a bathrobe and was sitting at the head of the bed watching TV. When she saw me come out, she smiled and stretched out her arms and said, "Come, give me a hug, let auntie smell if I smell good." What a cute and naughty girl. Seeing such a good thing, I would pounce on her like a vicious wolf, and touch her all over, with my arms full of warmth and tenderness, haha. . Not long after, she panted and said, "Auntie wants to take a bath too. Wait a minute, be good." I was really defeated by her. He pinched her pink, perky butt hard and let her into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, my little brother felt extremely excited. The hardness was quite spectacular. Haha, I glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside, it was 00:30, I flipped through the wallet next to the phone, wait, there is a problem, where is my thick stack of RMB, how come there are only a few left? ! I just withdrew 1500 in the afternoon. The coffee and juice in the western restaurant were included in the room rate. I didn't use cash. I spent 100 on dinner, 200 at the bar, and other things. . There weren't any big expenses, so there should be 1,200 left. How come there are only 400? !

Could it be her? ! Damn, no way, my head suddenly started buzzing. No wonder she didn’t take a shower with me just now. It turns out she was playing tricks on me while I was showering. Bah, I thought I had met a top-notch good girl, but after all the talk, she turned out to be just a pretty prostitute. If she wants 800, just say so. I can’t afford it. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. My little brother softened instantly. If I'm going to fuck someone, I'd rather fuck an honest one. I'm not interested in fucking someone who uses despicable tricks!

I immediately fell on the bed, thinking back to her various behaviors. I really couldn't tell, could such a girl be this kind of person? After thinking about it carefully again, yes, I spent only 300 yuan, with no other expenses. The wallet was always in my pocket. If the money really fell out, it would all be gone, and there would not be 400 yuan left.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Two minutes later, she came over wet. Normally, I would cherish the sight of this beauty coming out of the bath the most, but now, I turned a blind eye to it because of my anger.

"Sit down." She seemed to see my displeasure and sat obediently on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I can't figure out."

"Um?"

"Are you having any difficulties? Financially, I mean."

"Huh? No." She became silent and looked at me puzzledly.

"Well... there's 800 yuan missing from my wallet, I'm a little confused." I managed to say this with great difficulty.

A moment of silence

"Do you think I took it?!" The smart girl understood it immediately.

"No... I don't care about 800, it's just that his inexplicable disappearance makes me feel weird." I felt a little guilty.

"How do I know where it went?!" Her voice was a little tearful and her eyes began to become moist.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask this, but I really can't remember." After saying that, I went over and wanted to hug her.

"Let me go! Who do you think I am?" She stood up suddenly and avoided me. Her sobs immediately turned into tears that slid down her pretty face.

I began to regret it. I really didn't want to believe that such a beautiful girl would do such a thing, but the disappearance of my 800 yuan was indeed a bit strange.

"I'm sorry, baby, I was wrong. I must have spent it myself. I know you are not that kind of person. Can you forgive me? Don't cry, just smile, okay?" My heart softened, but my mouth was dumb. I really couldn't find any words to calm her down, and I felt very upset.

The sobbing gradually subsided, she took her clothes and went to the bathroom. I knew she was leaving, and I was destined to sleep alone tonight.

"Baby, don't go. I know I broke your heart. Please forgive me. I swear I believe in you! Please don't go!"

When she came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, her face was cold. I knew that nothing I said would help.

"Before I leave, I'll give you a chance to look through my bag." She was scary even when she was calm.

"Are you really leaving? Can't you forgive me?" I was desperate.

"Do you want to see it?"

"There's no need to look. I trust you. Please don't leave."

"Okay, goodbye." She bit her lip as she said this.

With the sound of a door closing, I collapsed onto the bed. I finally paid the price for my suspicion.

Three minutes later, I bounced back. Damn it, it was almost 1 o'clock. It was too unsafe to let a girl go home alone. I had to send her home no matter what, even if I had to call a taxi to follow her.

I ran to the elevator door, but there was no one. I went down to the lobby, but there was still no one. I asked the lady on duty at the front desk, and she said that no one had just gone out. "The content has been filtered." I cursed myself. I found the missing 800 yuan. Wasn't it the deposit for extending my stay? Regards to your mother at the front desk. I regretted it so much at that time that my intestines turned green.

I called her, but her phone was turned off. I sat quietly in the lounge area opposite the front desk and ordered another 555. My mind was in a mess, filled with her voice, smile, her little mouth pouting when she was deliberately angry, her soft little hand in my pocket, that sip of Long Island iced tea with tears in her eyes, and that cute expression when she said "let me hug you", what a fucking jerk I am, have you ever seen a guy who gets paid 800 so dedicated to his job to accompany someone from 5pm to midnight? A girl of her quality would spend more than 800 yuan sitting at a nightclub.

555 When my fingers were about to be burned, the sound of a woman's high-heeled shoes came from a distance, echoing in the lobby at midnight and sounding particularly harsh. It was her, coming out of the bathroom in the lobby, and she saw me at the same time.

I walked over quickly. Since she couldn't stay, I would at least send her back, which would make me feel better.

"I can go back by myself."

I found it and paid the deposit for the extension. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I only remembered it when I saw the front desk when I chased you downstairs. ”

"Humph, so what?"

"Give me a chance to make up for my mistake. I know you are leaving. Please let me take you back. It's so late and I'm worried about you going home alone." I looked at her sincerely.

Silent, obviously considering, she stared into my eyes so hot that it seemed to pierce my corneas.

"Do you do this to every girl?"

"No, you are a special case, so I want to put a perfect end to our imperfect ending."

She chuckled and said, "Since you have made such a serious mistake, shouldn't you give me a rose to apologize and make amends?" "Of course. I'll buy it tomorrow morning." ”

"Humph, if you're not sincere, who would care about tomorrow's roses?"

"Now?"

"Of course."

"My dear lady, it's 1:00 a.m. now. Whose flower shop can be open at this time?"

"No matter what, if I can't come up with it, I'll go back alone."

"Wait, if I give you a rose, will you stay here tonight?" It suddenly occurred to me that I could easily fulfill her wish, God help me.

"Okay, let me see what tricks you can perform!" She looked down on me because I couldn't give her what she wanted.

"It's a deal. Pinky promise."

"Come with me to the room."

"We agreed that pictures and plastic ones don't count."

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a picture, and it's not made of plastic." After saying that, he took her little hand back and got into the elevator.

Room

"I express my most sincere apologies for my recklessness. Please forgive me." I placed a crystal clear crystal glass rose in front of her. (This is a sample I picked up from a crystal craft factory when I went to Pujiang during the day. God knows it will come in handy in an occasion like this. Friends from other provinces may not know that Pujiang is known as the hometown of crystal, and the most common thing is this kind of small things.)

She stared at the rose blankly, and it seemed that her eyes were getting moist. After a while, she hammered my shoulder with her little hand and said in a tender voice: "Huh, it turns out to be made of crystal. You are so shameless." After that, she pouted her sexy and cute little mouth again.

"Isn't crystal good? It won't rot or fade." I pulled her into my arms without saying anything and pressed my mouth tightly against hers.

After a slight resistance, there was a warm response. Her clever little tongue wrapped around my tongue, so soft and warm. My tongue couldn't help but grab her sweet saliva. Her body began to soften and she collapsed in my arms, trembling from time to time. I knew she would not leave again.

My lips wandered between her lips, her eyes, her earlobes, and her fragrant neck. Slowly, I lifted her sweater and pressed it against her lower abdomen. She trembled violently and pressed her hands on my head, as if encouraging me to keep going. I put her on the bed and carefully licked her silky back with my tongue. I untied her thin light yellow bra and put my hands on her chest, holding the pair of cute little white rabbits for fear that she would run away mischievously. The small cherry gradually hardened and became more upturned under my touch, and her body trembled stronger and stronger. . .

The stockings were gone, the skirt was gone, and the little white panties had slipped to the ankles. What was left was a flawless body, so white, so delicate, so attractive that I couldn't help myself. I gently took away her little hand that was covering the sparse woods and put it to my lips to kiss it, and with the other hand slowly stroked the blood-spurting softness on the inside of her thigh. Opening her legs, I entered her body with the help of her body fluids. After my hard entry, I was wrapped tightly and hotly, without a single gap, and not even air could get in. I seem to be floating in the clouds.

Slowly, I thrust hard, gently, and she moaned weakly. As my movements became faster, her moans of pleasure began to erupt, and I moved in and out without restraint until she became stiff and powerless for the second time. After a tremor, her still heaving little white rabbit was covered with my traces, and there were also spots of morning dew on the desolate grass.

Bathing together, I admired her body to my heart's content. She was 165cm tall, with breasts that were neither too big nor too small, and two small cherries, just perfect. Her buttocks are very perky, short and round, not angular like those of ordinary oriental women. The spine to the buttocks forms a perfect arc, and even when standing barefoot, the feminine curves are fully revealed. I couldn't help but get hard again and completed intercourse with her while standing behind her.

That night, I fell asleep holding her in my arms, filled with her warmth and fragrance. With a daughter like this, what more could a husband ask for? No dreams, no regrets.

In the morning, we woke up together. She playfully put on my shirt with bare legs to wash her face and brush her teeth. Seeing such an innocent and lovely girl jumping around in the room, my blood started boiling again. I ordered breakfast and brought it to the room. I held her in my arms while she ate breakfast. My hardness was starting to hurt. She was naughty and pretended to chew the croissant seriously while comforting her little brother: "Are you hungry, brother? Do you want some milk bread?"

Completely defeated by her, the little brother had no interest in milk bread and could only enter her body to find comfort. This time, she paid the price for her mischief and lay in bed for a long time without moving after the incident.

It was almost 10 o'clock and the factory driver would be here to pick me up soon. She helped me fold my clothes carefully and put them into the suitcase. She looked like a homely little woman, and I felt pity and love for her.

"I'm late for work today. I'm sure my uncle will scold me, you bad guy."

"Yeah, damn it, I promise not to let you be late next time."

"There's going to be a next time?! Hate it."

"I promise there will be a next time, unless you don't want to see me."

"Well... then you have to give me real roses next time."

"Yes, okay, guaranteed to be 100% fresh."

Since I met her, I felt like I was falling into a bottomless black hole of happiness. For this little lover, I began to travel frequently between Yiwu and my city. Although it was tiring, I was happy and couldn't extricate myself. The longer I was with her, the more reluctant I was to leave this stunner. She really fully satisfied a man's fantasy of a lady in the living room, a housewife in the kitchen, and a slut in the bedroom. Moreover, she is extremely nice to me and considerate of me in every way. Even though she knows I have a girlfriend, she never calls or texts me, but always leaves messages on QQ.

The thing I was most worried about happened inadvertently. When my fiancée and my mother angrily complained that I was not at home four weekends a month, I knew that I had gone too far and I fell in love with her.

If I hadn't been engaged, I think I would have married her. After her boyfriend from college went abroad, she felt there was no hope of maintaining the relationship. I was her first and only cheating partner. There was no special reason at the beginning, except that my education, conversation and appearance were more to her liking. Later, she gradually discovered how good I was to her and started treating me as her new long-distance boyfriend.

There are many small bosses in Yiwu pursuing her, but she calls them all country bumpkins. Brothers in Yiwu, I don’t know what to say.

I got married in April this year. One week before the wedding, I made a special trip to Yiwu and stayed with her for two days.

"I'm...getting married."

"...Really? Congratulations...Isn't the bride beautiful?"

"Not as pretty as you."

"Um....."

"She and I have been engaged for a long time. From now on, I...can't come to see you often."

"...It's what I should do. After getting married, I should focus on my life and take care of my family." She turned her back, and I could clearly see tears sliding down her cheeks. "I... just met a small boss who makes metal products. He's a nice guy, and he's as smooth-talking as you are. Maybe he's a good choice."

“….”

"What's wrong?"

"Can you let me hug you?" I choked.

She obediently snuggled into my arms, and this was the last time I hugged her.

The moment I left her house, I sent her a text message: I left you because I was afraid of falling in love with you, you must be happy.

Seeing that the text message had been sent, I dug out the battery of the phone, replaced the SIM card with a new one, and threw the SIM card with her number out of the car window. My eyes must have turned red.

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