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The young woman merely furrowed her brows and remained silent. A Qiang felt increasingly awkward and asked, "Miss, do you live nearby? Should I take you home?"
She nodded slightly. A Qiang picked up the small handbag she had thrown at her feet and handed it back to her. Supporting her under her arms, he helped her straighten her legs. She swayed unsteadily, and A Qiang believed she was more drunk than injured. He let her lean against the alley wall while he hurried to lift the motorcycle that had fallen over. The handlebars and headlights were broken, so he shoved it into the corner of the alley, leaving it there for now before returning to support the young woman and asking which house she lived in.
With a soft gesture of her index finger, she pointed ahead. A Qiang followed her gaze but couldn't understand which house she meant, so he helped her walk deeper into the alley. Her steps were erratic, and she leaned heavily against him. Although A Qiang was enveloped in her delicate fragrance, he felt worse off than she did, his entire body aching with injuries that he hadn't yet had time to assess. He continued to support her while asking questions until they reached a duplex apartment across from his home. The young woman rummaged through her bag for a set of keys, selecting one to try in the lock.
After watching her struggle for a while without success, A Qiang reached out to turn the key for her, and the door popped open with a "click." He helped her inside, facing a flight of stairs that they had to climb together. With each step up, he asked if they had arrived yet, but she kept raising her palm to indicate they weren't there yet. It wasn't until they reached the fourth floor that she shook the keychain again. A Qiang understood they had arrived home and took the keyring from her to find a matching key. Suddenly, she turned away and retched violently, expelling several mouthfuls of vomit. Fortunately, she faced outward and didn't get any on A Qiang, but she ended up ruining her clothes, leaving an unpleasant smell in the air.
In a flurry, A Qiang found the right key. As soon as he opened the door, his heart sank; the inside was darker than the dawn outside—there wasn't a single light on. He called out hopefully, "Is anyone home?"
The young woman suddenly pushed him aside and stumbled into the room, crashing through a half-open door. A Qiang guessed it was the bathroom; sure enough, he soon heard her retching again from within.
A Qiang located a lamp and turned it on, revealing a spacious studio apartment with just a small kitchen and bathroom aside from the living area. He closed the front door and walked to the bathroom door, finding her sitting on the floor gasping for breath after finishing vomiting; the toilet was in disarray. He pressed down on the flush handle to clear away what she had expelled and stood there indecisively, unsure whether to leave or help her settle down.
After considering for a moment, he walked over to fill the bathtub with hot water. At this point, she seemed even less aware of her surroundings than before. Taking matters into his own hands, A Qiang began removing her soiled outer clothing—first her jacket, then her silk blouse. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra; two smooth curves swayed before him like jade as he caught sight of them. The barely noticeable color difference of her areolas was marked by small dark red spots.
A Qiang couldn't help but feel an urge rising within him at this sight but forced himself to remain composed as he continued unzipping her narrow skirt. After considerable effort, he finally found the hidden zipper at the waistband and pulled it down, revealing black high-waisted panties beneath her tights.
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