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1. Zhipeng is unhappy for another reason.
During a gathering, he boasted to his roommates about my current position and income, bragged about our newly purchased two-bedroom apartment, and mentioned that I work for the provincial newspaper. But the most serious roommate, Dong Guoshun, said, "I heard that foreign companies can be chaotic, even Xiao Feng we all know, knows she's not that kind of person..."
Zhipeng got choked and ended up covered in alcohol.
After graduating from college, Zhipeng and I found a small room to live together in an urban village.
We went to the talent market to look for jobs, and there were a lot of openings for "business managers" and "customer managers," but they were all commission-based jobs without a basic salary.
There are also Recruitment advertisement copywriting positions that are more suitable for our Advertising studies major, but as soon as they see that we are Fresh graduates, with no portfolio or experience, they just reject us outright: "Sorry, you are not suitable."
Days go by with no results, which not only wears down our spirits but also fuels anxiety.
At night, lying side by side in bed, neither of us can sleep.
I asked him to come up, hoping to increase fatigue through exercise, numb the nerves, and promote sleep. He came up, but couldn't get into the state no matter what. "It's not working, it won't get up!" He turned over and went down, looking helpless.
John has "gotten handsy" with me several times when we were alone, helping me tidy my hair and dusting non-existent dust off my shirt collar. I knew he was testing me, but I pretended not to understand anything.
One reason is that his actions were not excessive, and the other reason is that I didn't have the courage to turn against him.
During college, Zhipeng worked hard and frugally. In the winter, he bought 4 pairs of cotton insoles for 1 yuan at the wholesale market near the train station and sold them door-to-door in the student dormitory buildings.
During graduation season, he replicated "graduation yearbooks" from the top source. Blocking someone's source of income is like killing their parents. Because of this, he was beaten up by a cultural supplies store outside the school.
I started as his "distributor", selling goods in the girls' dormitory to make a profit, and later I saw that he could endure hardship, was ambitious, and one aspect was that we were both poor. In front of him, I didn't need to feel inferior, and in front of me, he was unrestrained.
So, we fell in love.
One hot summer. After dinner, I went to Zhipeng's dormitory, and his roommates tactfully left. I nestled in his broad chest.
He held my waist with one hand and roamed around my body with the other, making me feel confused and infatuated. In the small dorm room, there were no worries or sorrows, only his heavy breathing and my murmurs. How wonderful.
3
I'm going to accompany John on a business trip to Shanghai for a week. The night before departure, Zhipeng went crazy asking me for things, which made me feel nothing afterwards.
I know what he's worried about, but I can't express it.
- To spice things up, we also watched romantic adult films from a certain island on a notebook, the kind with a plot. He subconsciously projected many of the scenarios onto me. Underneath him, I tried my best to cooperate, to give him a sense of security.
In Shanghai, attending meetings, visiting, socializing... On the last day, the Shanghai headquarters held a grand reception, and I accompanied John in formal attire. John drank too much, but luckily I was still in control. The driver took us back to the hotel where we were staying.
In the back seat, John, overwhelmed by alcohol, slumped against me. He nuzzled his head in my arms, and with one hand, he began to caress between my legs... I wanted to endure until we reached the hotel, then each go to our own rooms, but he persistently slipped his hand into my underwear, and I distinctly felt the bulge of his knuckles in my most private area!
I asked the driver to stop, "I'm sorry, I feel a bit dizzy. Please let me out here. Could you please take Mr. John to his room first?"
Zhipeng Give me a call and ask where I am.
I said I was taking a walk on the street, and he didn't quite believe it.
I said, "He got drunk, and the driver took him back."
Some things cannot be said.
After hanging up the phone, I squatted by the roadside and cried out in pain.
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