"Tell me quickly, Dr. An, where did you find such a beautiful woman? Let the brothers learn from her and get out of the bachelor club as soon as possible."
"You've come to the right person." Holding a beer in one hand, he put his other arm around Zhang Qian's shoulder and patted her on the shoulder. "See? This is a doctor's right!"
It's so obvious, if you still don't understand, you're not a doctor at all.
A chorus of cheers erupted from below, shouting "Pervert!", "Wolf!", "Scum!", and "Shameless!" Zhang Qian also pinched my leg.
I grilled a chicken wing for Zhang Qian, but she refused to eat it because she thought it was too oily. So I took the cooked chicken wing off the stick and tore off a small piece for her.
As she ate, oil dripped onto her lips, making them bright red and shiny. I couldn't resist and imitated Jia Baoyu's spirit of eating rouge. The audience wasn't having it; they insisted I perform it again openly.
Zhang Qian went even further this time, nailing the heel of her high heel to my foot. I was left speechless with suffering.
Alright, the consequence of angering the masses is a denunciation meeting. This pack of "wolves" listed my crimes in front of Zhang Qian, and Zhang Qian's performance was quite remarkable.
I don't know which bastard deliberately messed with me by mentioning Zhang Sijia's name. I noticed Zhang Qian's expression change slightly, but she recovered very quickly.
Everyone was making a ruckus, so I leaned close to Zhang Qian's ear and whispered, "Zhang Qian..."
"Anqi, why keep such a beautiful girlfriend hidden away? You should have brought her out to show her off a long time ago," Dr. Du from the anesthesiology department said, patting me on the shoulder.
I nodded and smiled in greeting. When I turned back to explain to Zhang Qian, she was already chatting with several nurses and doctors nearby. Pulling her back now would seem petty; she couldn't even take a joke.
I took out my phone and came up with a stupid idea: I pretended to go outside to make a call.
In the hallway, I dialed her number. "Zhang Qian'er, it's settled then, we're not going to do what they do on TV, walking together for decades, that's so boring. If you're feeling unwell, just tell me."
"Are you looking for death? Why are you wasting phone bills like this? Come on in."
I went to the restroom, looked in the mirror, wet my hair, and tidied it up. Zhang Qian prefers the way my hair looks plastered to my face. I took out some spray and sprayed it into my mouth a few times.
When I picked her up, I heard that Dongdong had been taken away by her aunt and that her grandfather had gone back to the countryside for a few days.
Practice your smile in front of the mirror.
After it was over, I quickly led Zhang Qian away from the main force.
"Is it your house or mine?" I asked.
"Let's go to a bar," she said.
"Going to a bar?"
"I heard from Hu Lu that you go there often, but I've never been. Please take me there once. It's on TV, and it's said to be a very romantic place. Please, please."
If murder were not illegal, I would definitely kill the "myna bird" first.
Resigned, I drove to the "unknown" entrance on Hengshan Road. "Black Thirteen" dared not take her there; that place was chaotic, and if she lost her mind, I wouldn't be in any good shape.
I helped Zhang Qian sit on a high stool at the bar. Her legs were long and slender, and today she was wearing a short skirt; the way she crossed her legs was very alluring. I gently nudged her with my foot, and she put her legs down.
"Girls shouldn't drink alcohol; tea is better." He clapped his hands to get the bartender's attention. "A Long Island Iced Tea for this lady, and a Godfather, please."
"Are you sure?" the bartender asked with a smile, then pointed to Zhang Qian next to him.
"Yes, thank you very much." She quickly slipped a small tip into his hand.
Zhang Qian came over and said loudly, "How can you do this? You drink alcohol but serve me tea. At least give me a cocktail. I've never had one before."
Zhang Qian, Zhang Qian, you can't blame me for this.
He took a sip of the Godfather tea in his hand, glanced at her, and said, "This tea is very good for the skin."
"oh"
She foolishly finished her Long Island Iced Tea.
Long Island Iced Tea isn't tea; it's a very strong spirit with a powerful aftereffect. It's made with spicy gin, vodka, colorless rum, tequila, colorless citrus liqueur, lemon juice, syrup, cola, and lemon slices. It's very sweet on the palate, masking the alcohol taste, and people often realize something's wrong when they're already drunk.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"Um!"
"Would you like another drink?" I asked her kindly.
"good!"
Alright, let's go to her house in a bit.
Anqi
Anqi
The old room, the dim lighting, the narrow wooden bed. Zhang Qian was beneath me, her skin slightly flushed, a few beads of sweat on her nose. Her lips, unable to withstand the onslaught, cracked once again.
afterwards,
"Pour me a glass of water," Zhang Qian said, nudging my head and kicking me.
I poured her a glass of water from the kitchen. I climbed into bed and continued to hold her.
"No, I feel dizzy," Zhang Qian declined my invitation.
This is her home, her bed. I am in her bed.
I want more than just this.
"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian?" He gently shook her.
"Um?"
"Let's find a day so that your parents and my parents can meet and settle things."
She squinted and bit her thumb, leaving her nails pitted and uneven. I pulled her thumb out and held it in my palm. "Don't do what they do on TV, understand?" I warned her again, afraid that she might suddenly decide to leave me without a word.
"cousin"
She wrapped her arms around my neck, looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Cousin, if I weren't your cousin, would you have married me?"
Role-playing? I didn't know Zhang Qian was into that.
"Cousin, will you marry me?" she asked again.
Yes, I'd accept you as my mother!
"Whether you are my cousin or not, I will marry you."
Influenced by the atmosphere, he suppressed her again.
"etc"
"Um?"
I didn't stop, kissing my way down from her chest.
“That era has passed, and everything that belonged to that era no longer exists. Those vanished years are like looking through a dusty pane of glass—you can see them, but you can't grasp them. He has always been nostalgic for the past. If he could break through that dusty pane of glass, he would walk back to those long-gone years.” Zhang Qian read softly, her slightly hoarse voice adding just the right touch of sentimentality.
"If there were one more ticket, would you come with me?"
I've seen that movie; I just want to know the answer.
"If there were one more ticket, would you come with me?" I asked again.
“What if there are no boat tickets?” she asked.
“You will get it if you want it,” I said.
The boat ticket—if you wanted it, the man would give it to the woman. The woman didn't take it, did she? If, in that era, the man or woman had been more proactive, more persistent, perhaps that dusty pane of glass wouldn't exist.
"Tell me, what are you thinking?" He whispered in her ear, coaxing her to reveal her secret.
She bit her lip.
"What are you thinking, hmm?" I rubbed around her opening, knowing it was despicable, but I just wanted to know her last secret.
He kissed her lips and licked them.
I'm scared.
What are you afraid of?
Good girl, kiss her neck and gently bite.
"I'm afraid it's not real."
Like me, you deserve a reward.
Can idealism and realism be reconciled?
“If realism gives idealism a chance,” I said.
Zhang Qian, you need to understand that half the key to success or failure lies with you. If you don't want to succeed, this matter will still fail. Tell me what you're thinking. That's what I said to Zhang Qian.
Zhang Qian
“Zhang Qian, you need to understand that half the key to success or failure lies with you. If you don’t want to succeed, this matter will still fail. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She rolled over and pinned him beneath her. She straddled his stiff erection and filled it.
We were doing it very intensely, and I'm feeling dizzy. I keep thinking about what he just said. Did he take my concerns, my worries, my fears into account?
Suddenly, he stopped moving.
Unable to bear the itching inside, I started to slide around intermittently.
His hands gripped my waist tightly, holding me in place so I couldn't slide.
He bent down and touched his hair, which was wet with sweat.
"Xiaoqian"
"Um?"
He grinned mischievously, "Want some 'cold soup essence'?"
After the climax, we washed each other clean.
He leaned against the bed, smoking.
He snatched the cigarette from his mouth and put it in his own. After only a couple of puffs, he took it back.