Xiang Lan turned around, hooked her arms around his neck, and with a pull, he fell onto her. He was extremely flustered and at a loss, the warm and soft body beneath him was a sensation he had never experienced before.
Fang Zi's coat was half-open, her lips were bright red, and her phoenix eyes were hazy, exuding an indescribable bewitching allure.
Xiang Lan felt her whole body heat up from the arousal, and her hands slid up his waist, finally touching the demon that had haunted her dreams.
Their eyes met as they slowly drew closer.
Fang Zi had his hands on her waist, looking at Xiang Lan with a dry mouth. His fair skin shone with a vibrant iridescence, and his eyes held a forced composure, but his bright red ears betrayed him. She licked her lips, pretending to be experienced, and flipped over to straddle him, her hand stroking his waistband, giving it a squeeze, and chuckled deeply.
He was so enraged that he refused to listen anymore.
His clothes came off, and he clung to her, kissing her from her forehead to her lips, licking her neck down to her lower abdomen, particularly captivated by her high, firm breasts. Xiang Lan felt as if every part of her body he touched was electrified, and she greedily nibbled at his body, at his beautiful eyes, his delicate earlobes, his alluring collarbone, the fine muscle lines on his waist, and the refreshing lemon scent emanating from him.
Her face flushed red as she cautiously rubbed her lower body against him.
Xiang Lan liked this feeling—damp, warm, raw, yet impulsive.
"Yes—" Fang Zidu's voice trembled, too smooth and slippery to be heard, "Here?"
"Probably!" he replied dismissively, his mind still foggy.
Something seems off!
"You don't know either?" The two of them came to their senses and asked at the same time, staring at each other's flushed faces.
Xiang Lan was annoyed and regretted her decision.
Xiang Lan had just tasted the pleasure of sex, and something inside her was stirring. To stop now, with such a vibrant and beautiful woman before her, would be inhumane.
The two exchanged a glance and reached a consensus to continue.
Is this the place?
"no--"
"Don't move, it's too slippery—"
"You're in the wrong place, you're wrong!"
"I've touched it, this is it."
"Fork, I'm holding your hand, right here. Remember that? This time, aim carefully—"
"Heavens, don't move—"
"pain!"
Xiang Lan propped herself up, "Why does it hurt?"
Fangzi's head was stuck in the morgue, and he blushed crimson with embarrassment. He pressed down hard on her pelvis to stop her from twisting around. "Of course it hurts!"
"No, no, I can't take it—"
"Does it really hurt?" Fang Zi hesitated.
"Aren't you in pain?" Xiang Lan asked incredulously.
"A little bit—"
"That's not fair!" Xiang Lan kicked her leg. "Get out!"
"I can't take it anymore!" Fangzi couldn't stand her dawdling any longer. "Stop moving, I can't hold back."
"Ah—" Xiang Lan pushed him away forcefully, "No, I don't want to do it anymore!"
"Then what should I do?" Fang Zidu looked down at himself.
Xiang Lan timidly looked up and met the pink-clad beauty who had slid out, and dared not speak.
Fang Zidu leaned over again and stroked her chest and abdomen to relax her. "Xiang Lan, I'll just rub against her outside. I won't go in."
"real?"
"I swear!" Fang Zidu's eyes were full of innocence. "I never lie."
"Then you're not allowed to go in—" After all, it was comfortable at first.
"I promise!"
Xiang Lan leaned back on the cushion, relaxing her waist and hips, gazing at his face with fascination. He was beautiful; even a casual smile was enough to send shivers down her spine. And when he pressed himself against her with a look of intoxication, when his body stretched out on top of hers, his waist revealing his eight-pack abs from the effort, an unprecedented surge of passion welled up within her.
Fang Zi was lying on top of her, his body taut in a beautiful arch. He pressed down on her tightly, his body trembling, and hot liquid splashed out.
In the small room, only the two of them could breathe. Xiang Lan collapsed onto the soft cushion, unable to move.
Her nostrils were filled with the rich fragrance of locust blossoms in March. Fangzi lay on his side beside her, his breath hot. She thought, what a wonderful dream.
Chapter Twelve
Xiang Lan had a beautiful dream. In her dream, she not only saw Fang Zidu's true face, but he was indeed exactly the same as her beautiful woman. She hugged him, kissed him, and did all sorts of things with him.
She dreamt he was talking to her, rambling on and on, but she was so immersed in happiness that she couldn't remember a single word. She also dreamt he was wiping her face and body with a hot towel, patiently feeding her water. Most vividly, she woke up in the middle of the night, her lower abdomen heavy, trying to get out of bed but rolling off. Then, he picked her up, and she mumbled that her legs hurt and she needed to use the toilet. She sat on the toilet. There she saw the beautiful man under the light, smiling as she stood up to put on her pants, reaching out to pinch his cheek, saying, "Oh, you really came into my dream!"
The beautiful woman in her dream smiled at her, and the light above her head grew brighter and brighter until it transformed into the sun hanging in the sky, its sunlight shining on the bed.
She woke up to the sweet fragrance, stretched, and opened her eyes, but something felt wrong. This wasn't her home, nor was it her dormitory.
She sat up, wearing only her underwear. Her coat was hanging on the stool next to the bed. She reached for the coat, feeling uneasy, as her memories slowly returned.
Xiang Lan stared wide-eyed, unable to believe she had actually done such a thing. She rushed to the bathroom as if her pants were on fire, and looked at herself in the mirror. Sure enough, she saw that her neck, chest, and thighs were covered with red hickeys. Her waist and legs were a little sore, and she felt a cool sensation between her legs, but she did not feel any discomfort inside her body.
She covered her face, "Oh my god—"
This world is truly amazing. During her most difficult time, she met Fang Zidu, a woman just like herself. Heartbroken, she got drunk and won over a boyfriend, and the two even made a promise for the future, leading to some things that went beyond friendship. She truly wasn't abandoned by fate; she was still blessed!
She screamed, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on her face, completely waking herself up.
Where are the prescriptions?
The old apartment was very small, and you could see right through it. She got up and fussed around for a few minutes, but didn't hear a sound.
Back in her room, which was empty, she saw a sheet of A4 paper on the desk.
"Xiang Lan, my flight is at nine o'clock this morning. You were still asleep when I woke up, so I didn't wake you. This apartment was rented by a friend for a temporary period of six months, and someone else may move in later. I put the key in the locker behind the door. After you lock the door, just put it in the mailbox outside the door."
Regarding the future, please don't make hasty decisions; we have plenty of time to plan carefully.
Several rows of calligraphy, written in a vigorous and elegant style, were signed by Fang Zidu, and included several phone numbers and different email addresses.
She clutched the note tightly and couldn't help but laugh out loud; his temporary departure wasn't so sad anymore.
Xiang Lan put on her coat and, while washing up, discovered that Fang Zidu had left her a new towel and toothbrush—a thoughtful gesture indeed. She inhaled the lingering scent of Fang Zidu in the air, locked the door, and left. When she reached Building 1 of Qionglin Garden, she ran to the convenience store to buy breakfast. The same shopkeeper was there, and upon seeing her, she lazily said, "How's it going? Got it all sorted out? I saw your man dragging his suitcase away early this morning, and he even thanked me."
She gave her an OK sign, "Done!"
The shop owner nodded at her and said, "You have good taste, he's a very handsome man."
She looked pleased with herself, took the bread and milk, and said, "Sister, I'm Xiang Lan, what should I call you?"
"Just call me Mia!"
Xiang Lan munched on bread as she walked back to her dorm. She pulled her phone out of her bag and turned it on. A flood of text messages and calls came in. Most were from Xiang Yuan, a few from her sister-in-law Hu Li, a few from Deng Yifan, and even some from Li Xingda and Wang Runqiu. Finally, there were even two text messages from Fang Zidu. She found it quite amusing; when had she become the center of attention?
The first text message I opened from Fang Zidu was a simple message: "I'm on the plane, I'll contact you later." The second message was much more vague. He said, "Although it wasn't successful, I still helped you clean it up. It shouldn't be a big problem, but just to be on the safe side, it's best to buy some medicine." Finally, he apologized.
She felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and her impression of him began to take shape. The goodwill that started with his good looks had solidified. She thought about it for a moment and realized that it was a safe period now; at most, they had only had contact, and there was basically no problem, so she let go of the past.
Secondly, I returned Deng Yifan's call, and it was answered almost immediately.
"Honey, you finally called!"
"What's wrong?" Xiang Lan looked at the bright spring sunshine, took a sip of milk and a bite of bread, and was in an extremely good mood.
"The world's about to turn upside down!" Deng Yifan yelled into the phone. "First, your brother called me saying your phone was off and he was looking for you. I told him you weren't in the dorm, but he didn't believe me. I personally brought your sister-in-law upstairs to see you, and only then did he reluctantly leave, telling me to notify them immediately if you made any contact. Girl, what on earth happened? You didn't come back to the dorm all night, where did you go gallivanting around?"
"I didn't go anywhere!" This was her little secret, one she didn't want to share with anyone.
"Later, Li Xingda also called to ask about you."
"Yes, I saw it, and he called me too."
What's wrong with you?
"Nothing much!" Xiang Lan recounted the mess her older brother had made in a very weak manner. "That's about it, it was pretty boring."
"Oh—" Deng Yifan let out a long sigh, and finally said seriously, "Girl, these are not important things. There are more serious ones."
"Don't scare me! I'm eating breakfast and I'm choking."
"Seriously, I'm not kidding." Deng Yifan was unusually serious. "Last night, your picture thread was updated. A newly registered account doxxed you, pointing out that you, Xiang Lan, are the thread's owner. Furthermore, you've been lurking in the student council, spying on Li Xingda for four years, recording his every word and action, and fantasizing about various love stories with him."
Xiang Lan nearly dropped the bread she was holding. "What?"
"This is just the beginning; there's more to come."
She swallowed the last bite of bread with difficulty and asked, "What else?"
"Stand still, find a tree to hold onto for support."
"You're hilarious—"
"Listen up, there's a bystander coming into the building to report that yesterday at noon, you, Wang Runqiu, and Li Xingda had a tragic incident at the entrance of Taoyuan Restaurant where two women fought over one man."
"My God—"
"Pictures don't lie. You can go to the picture gallery to see for yourself. It's quite a sight."
"Anything else?" Xiang Lan took a moment to process this powerful shock. "There should be more than that, right?"
"In the end, the willful Xiang Lan was defeated, while Wang Runqiu won a great victory with her talent and beauty, and Li Xingda won the beauty's heart."
"Holy crap—"
"The accompanying picture shows the two gazing at each other tenderly, while you are walking away with your schoolbag on your back. Your back view looks extremely pitiful, perfectly fitting the image of a mistress who is not welcomed and forcibly intrudes into someone else's world."
Xiang Lan crumpled up the bread wrapper and milk carton and threw them in the trash can, remaining bewildered by the strange ideas of the crowd for a long time.
She closed her eyes, her head throbbing, and groaned, "So, besides the first layer of being doxxed, there's also the second layer of two women fighting over a man?"
"Of course! That's why it's a TV series! The entire forum almost crashed, okay? Your thread with the picture instantly saw thousands of new accounts flooding in—it was an unprecedented event! You know what? You're famous now!"
"Stop making such a fuss, just tell me what happened!" Xiang Lan felt she could withstand any blow.