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A man in his late thirties or early forties, plump and greasy, gave me a fierce look and said unwillingly, "I'm leaving first, you should rest early." The next morning, I was still in bed when there was a knock on the door. Qin Yali stood at the door, handing over some fried dough sticks, a cup of soy milk, and two tea eggs, saying, "I brought you breakfast. Thank you for letting me use your restroom and for helping me out!"
At noon, I was grilling skewers on the balcony, which serves as both a kitchen and a dining area, with the smoke and aroma filling the air. With a sip of beer and a bite of grilled gluten, everything was perfect. Then, there was a knock on the door. Qin Yali came in with a plate of fruit in one hand and a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai in the other, saying, "I smelled the fragrance from your room..."
The workplace is not easy for newcomers, especially for women.
Qin Yali graduated a year before me and works as a screenwriter in a cultural communication company. The manager, surnamed Zhou, is the boss's uncle. He leers at the female employees in the company. Yesterday, he dragged her to work overtime on script revisions until the early hours of the morning, and then insisted on "having a drink" with her. When she refused, he wanted to drive her home... It's clear as day what his intentions are, but she doesn't dare confront him and has no way out.
The young girl is quite good at holding her liquor. We had six shots of 52% alcohol Jiangxiaobai in a row.
She finished her work and then complained about the shared rental house. From Monday to Friday, there's a queue for using the bathroom and getting ready in the morning. It's not too bad for getting ready, but the feeling of holding in urine is really uncomfortable. Also, the clothes can only be hung to dry on the public platform on the rooftop, which is extremely inconvenient. What embarrasses her and her roommate Jiang Qing the most is that the room across from theirs has been converted into a small partition by the second landlord. There is no sound insulation at all, and a man and a woman live there. The woman wears heavy makeup and seems to be involved in nightlife, always coming home late at night. In the quiet of the night, when their feelings become real and deep, the woman sings softly while the man breathes heavily like a bull, almost like a live broadcast. After they have a deep conversation, she and Jiang Qing end up with dark circles under their eyes for a day. As the weather gets hotter, the man across from them often goes to the public shower room wearing only his briefs, with dragon and phoenix tattoos on his bare arms and back. He completely disregards the feelings of the women, and when the women come out of the public shower room, he can't help but stare at their exposed parts.
Income is low, and it's hard to find a good job, so we both have to compromise. Over time, we've developed a tacit understanding. We wake up at 7:00, have breakfast together at 7:15, and then go to the subway station together. We finish work at 18:00, and whoever gets downstairs first waits a little for the other. For dinner, she just eats something random, so I said, "Why don't you move in with me?" She immediately agreed.
I said, "Invite your roommate to come over? It's just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks anyway."
She vetoed it, "My classmate is not like me, she's a clean freak, saying that a guy's place is worse than a dog's kennel..."
Jiang Quing did express her dissatisfaction to me a few times, " brother Ping, why don't you let me come over and warm myself by your fire?"
I grumbled, "You don't think my place is a dog's den!"
She asked in confusion, "What dog's den?"
3
Qin Yali is from the Bashu mountain area, and most of her monthly income goes to support her family.
Brother dropped out of school early to work in order to support her education. He is honest and doesn't have much education, mainly because the family was poor. Now in his thirties, he hasn't found a suitable partner. Recently, someone introduced a widowed woman with a child, who demanded a decent new house and a dowry of 188,000 yuan. This is like a mountain of pressure for her family.
I sighed with emotion.
Since she moved in, she has been cooking, washing dishes and pots, and sometimes even helps me wash my clothes. I insist on not accepting the "food expenses" she gives me.
From then on, every morning she would come into my room to use the toilet as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and later it escalated to her taking showers in my room. As the weather got hotter, she volunteered to make handmade cold noodles for us and sent me downstairs to buy groceries. When I returned with the groceries, she was earnestly kneading the dough with her hands. Oh my goodness, she was wearing a cool little camisole, but it was actually empty inside... When she lowered her head and exerted herself, the two little white rabbits mischievously moved around, making me restless. My eyes would unconsciously glance at a certain spot, and eventually she noticed and scolded me, "Pervert!" but she wasn't really angry.
Time flies, the gaps between fingers are too wide, and in the blink of an eye, it's New Year's Day.
In the past six months, I've become familiar with the job, the people, and my salary has increased. I've also been accepted by my leaders and colleagues. At the company's annual meeting, as a new generation, I was very enthusiastic. During the dinner, I toasted with my colleagues and offered a drink to the leaders. By the end of the event, I was already feeling a bit tipsy. As I reached into my pocket, my phone's WeChat notification sounded. It was Qin Yali: "I've been bothered by that person surnamed Zhou again. Can you help me get out of this situation?"
I followed her instructions and arrived at the Heavenly Abode hotel, and knocked on the door of room 888.
In the room, there is a table for ten people, with the manager surnamed Zhou sitting at the main seat, and two girls sitting on either side of him. One of them is Qin Yali. Several rough men are urging the two girls and Zhou to drink together. When they see me enter, the man closest to the door asks aggressively, "What are you doing here?"
Qin Yali stands up and says, "He is my boyfriend. Carry on with the game, I'm leaving!"
Just outside the hotel door, Qin Yali leans against a tree and starts vomiting. I help her by patting her back and offer her my water cup.
I vomited for a long time, until there was nothing left to vomit. I struggled to help her up, but she couldn't walk anymore. I stopped a taxi, carried her upstairs, knocked on the door but no one answered. I didn't know where that girl Jiang Quing was. I searched through her pockets and bags, but couldn't find her room key. I slapped her face and asked, "Miss, where is your key?" She stood there almost boneless, allowing me to hold her, and said weakly, "I want to sleep!"
There's no other way, I had to carry her to my room, lay her on the bed, and then I had time to wipe off the sweat. But how am I going to sleep next? Sharing a blanket and sleeping together, it's quite enjoyable for me, but what if she misunderstands?
I was feeling tipsy, and on top of that, I was tired and sleepy. I haphazardly pulled back the covers and lay down next to her. I don't know how much time passed, but my phone kept ringing. With my eyes closed, I fumbled around the pillow and heard a lazy female voice answer, "Hello... Who is this? You're common's mom? Why are you looking for common and calling me? What? You dialed common's phone..." The phone was handed to me, and my mom's voice, filled with excitement, said, "You rascal, when are you bringing the girl back for me to see..."
We all woke up and realized how foolish we were. Clearly, we went to bed fully clothed, but in the middle of the night, feeling uncomfortable and half asleep, we haphazardly stripped off our clothes. Now we find ourselves lying bare in the same bed.
"You scoundrel!" she pulled the blanket over her head.
"Miss, I also drank too much, I didn't do anything wrong! You can't wrongly accuse people!" Despite feeling guilty, I still tried to defend myself. But no matter what I said, the intimate and soft physical contact made my blood pressure soar instantly. She was moving her body in the bed as if she was crying.
This is really like getting mud in your pants, even if it's not clear if it's poop.
Clearly, I don't remember doing anything, but why do I feel guilty?
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, I also drank too much, I was supposed to take you back to your room, but I couldn't find your keys..." I weakly defended myself, "And, I promise I didn't take off your clothes! If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning!"
"I don't care, anyway, you bullied me, you have to take responsibility for me!" She choked up.
What responsibility should I take? How should I take responsibility? My mind is completely blank.
A smooth arm wrapped around me, a strong thigh pressed against me, she nestled her head into my arms: "You have to marry me!"
The last shred of reason in my heart collapsed with a bang.
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