Sister dreams go, elder sister dreams come

Author: Zhao Ning
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Publish Date: 2001-09-01
Features: Meng Qi could hardly recognize the woman in the mirror anymore. The chime of the doorbell echoed in the quiet afternoon, and Meng Qi felt as if she had been drenched in cold water. She seemed to change into a different person afterward. Meng Qi walked over to open the door. Outside the ornate iron gate, Gu Dongli's face was segmented into grids. Meng Qi said, "Why are you here?" Gu Dongli replied, "To see you." She didn't say anything, just pulled the door open and let him in. After entering, he asked, "Is there just you here?" "They've all gone out." "Are you angry with me?" Meng Qi didn't know why she ended up answering "No," and she really wanted to slap herself. He suddenly embraced her, pressing something hard against her through her pants. Meng Qi gasped in horror, pain, and fear, wanting to tell him, "You're hurting me," but what came out was, "What if they come back?" She tried to lift her arm in a cast, which had no feeling, into the air, but she couldn't. She kept asking, "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" He had already entered, but she was still asking what to do. The deed was done, yet she was still asking what to do.
"You're so good. Actually, you want this too." He withdrew the thing, quickly zipped up his pants with a snap, like a soldier who had withdrawn his troops, and turned around, vanishing without a trace.
The next afternoon, Meng Qi felt time had become soft and endless, like an endless thread she couldn't see where it came from or where it would go. Should she call him? It was a question. Calling him would mean he would go straight to the point. Not calling him would leave this time blank. Meng Qi had never felt the need for someone to fill her before. She felt she had become a completely different woman. Every afternoon at that time, she had the urge to call him. For a week, they had sex every afternoon, doing so with a sense of guilt, on edge, as if they could be discovered at any moment—her mother could come back at any time. Meng Qi had sex while straining her ears to listen, almost becoming neurotic. At the slightest noise, she would jump up and start dressing, so quickly that Gu Dongli was amazed.
"Can't you let us live in peace?" Gu Dongli said. "It's not that serious. Why all the tension?" "My mom—" "You're grown up now. Stop talking about 'my mom' this and 'my mom' that. How are your arms doing?" "They're getting better." "That's good." "You'd better leave soon. My mom might be back." "It's always your mom." Gu Dongli sighed and started putting on his clothes lazily. Meng Qi urged him, "Hurry up." "Go ahead and tell me to leave—I'll wear my clothes slowly, and let your mom catch us. I don't care." Among men, Gu Dongli was quite dressed to impress, and he put on his clothes one after another with great care. Meng Qi watched him, her heart in turmoil. Sex was like a drug—you couldn't easily break the habit once you got into it. Gu Dongli left...