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After the Collision
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In the early morning, before the sun had fully risen, the bustling city was still asleep. A Qiang rode his motorcycle to drop off a friend at the bus station and hurried back home afterward.
A Qiang rode swiftly on his motorcycle, returning to his street. As he turned into an alley, the bike tilted slightly, and he leaned into the turn. Just as he completed the turn, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. He hurriedly tried to swerve but it was too late; he had no choice but to lay the bike down, allowing it to slide outward while he tumbled to the ground, rolling awkwardly and landing in a heap. Unfortunately, he collided with the person in front of him, causing her to fall onto the pavement as well.
The woman gasped in surprise; her voice revealed that she was a young lady. Finally managing to steady himself, A Qiang struggled to sit up. The woman remained sprawled on the ground, seemingly dazed. A Qiang thought to himself, “Oh no!” and quickly crawled over to her side, brushing aside the hair that clung to her face. As he got a clearer look at her features, he noticed she didn’t seem to be in much pain; rather, she appeared somewhat dazed. He also caught a strong whiff of alcohol emanating from her.
He helped her sit up in his arms and couldn’t help but frown at her appearance. She was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties, with a round face and a cute pointed chin. Her closed eyelids were adorned with a hint of eyeshadow, and her long false eyelashes fluttered gently. Her eyebrows were shaped like delicate willow leaves, and she had a small nose and full lips painted with pink lipstick that accentuated their alluring curves. The center of her lips formed a small O shape that was quite tempting.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, shiny and thick, curling only at the ends into soft waves. Dangling from her ears were long metallic earrings that sparkled in the light.
Though she lay on the ground now, her slender figure suggested she was tall and not fragile; her delicate frame was complemented by youthful curves that were evident through her tight-fitting clothes. She wore a low-cut purple silk top with thin straps that exposed a generous amount of fair skin and showcased her youthful curves between two rounded breasts. A platinum necklace matched her earrings and added to her allure. The silk fabric clung lazily to her chest, subtly revealing two small points beneath it. Despite the cold weather, she wore only a black jacket that barely closed around her.
Her lower half was clad in an absurdly tight beige skirt that hugged her slim waist, firm abdomen, and rounded hips in an enticing manner. The skirt featured a daring slit up the left leg that reached dangerously high, exposing her bare thigh clad in pinkish-white fishnet stockings. On her feet were white high-heeled sandals that must have been four inches high; it was hard to imagine how she managed to walk on tiptoe in them. Everything about her exuded feminine allure.
However, A Qiang had no time to admire her beauty; his concern lay with what had happened to her. He gently patted her cheek, and after a moment of no response, she finally murmured softly as she struggled to open her eyes. They were bleary as she furrowed her brow and curled up one foot, pressing her palm against her ankle while softly complaining, “It hurts!”
A Qiang reached out cautiously to touch her ankle; when she didn’t cry out in pain, he assumed it was just a bruise or sprain—no fractures or abrasions visible. He adjusted her position slightly and asked, “I’m sorry, miss. Does it hurt badly? Should I take you to the hospital for a check-up?”
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