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4.
I have a demon in my heart.
Liang Sheng came back from his business trip, and I lay in his arms talking about Xu Qing.
If he scolded me or asked me not to go to that kind of place again, I would never go there again. Who would have known that Liang Sheng's reaction would be completely different: "It's just socializing, no big deal." I told him about Xu Qing and that young man, and Liang Sheng still reacted calmly: "You have me, but what about Xu Qing?" When did Liang Sheng become so considerate? I was afraid of Xu Qing's behavior, but I also wanted to understand what she was thinking. I asked myself to keep a distance from Xu Qing, but when she invited me, I couldn't help but get excited.
Xu Qing's birthday party was held at "Intoxicating Life." In addition to me, there were several wealthy female friends by her side. The seven of us, including Xu Qing, called for seven young men in makeup, wearing suits with exposed chests, to "serve" us, and among them was Shia. The woman named "Manli" is Xu Qing's close friend, who looks to be around fifty years old, fat, short, and ugly, with dark skin, but dressed particularly revealing (like lard from black pigs), and frequently drinks and flirts with Shia. Her thick, fat hands often caress Shia's chest, and she also holds Shia's hand to touch her body. I always feel like Shia is covered in oil, which is extremely disgusting.
I feel a little uncomfortable and want to vomit.
Coming out of the bathroom to wash my hands, I saw Shia.
"Sis, are you okay?" he asked me.
"I'm fine, how about you?" I said.
"I'm used to it," Shia said.
We returned to the private room together.
The lard from black pigs glanced at me, then at Shia, and I instantly felt unhappy. He pulled Shia to sit on his lap and took a sip of beer before feeding Shia. "Accompanying my little fresh meat, let me introduce myself. My last name is Zhong, born after 2000, with clear and bright features, tall and handsome, just like the recently returned *Han." But I don't have any feelings for her.
He clinked glasses with me, but my eyes kept glancing over at the lard from black pigs. I saw Shia drink from her glass. I made an excuse of feeling unwell and left early.
When I left, I saw Xu Qing sitting astride "Xiao Xu," whom I had met last time, kissing and tumbling with the hem of her skirt rolled up.
5.
Since the last time I saw Shia being "bullied" by that lard from black pigs, I swore never to go to "Intoxicating Life" again.
It's my birthday, Liang Sheng said he's on a business trip and can't come back, telling me to entertain myself. Xu Qing said, "Sis, I'll arrange something for you, definitely giving you a unique birthday party!" The birthday party is set for the evening, at my place.
At the beginning, Xu Qing brought our college roommates and a few close girlfriends, which made me happy but also shattered my high expectations. Drinking, singing, reminiscing... but it wasn't until they left after ten o'clock at night that I felt the climax never arrived. After seeing everyone off, my enthusiasm waned, and Xu Qing teased me on the side, "Yunduo, do you believe that I can make you feel excited right away?" I rolled my eyes at her.
The doorbell rang.
It's so late, who could it be?
I shuffled in my slippers to open the door, and in the instant the door opened, all the lights in the house suddenly went out.
There is a boy standing at the door, holding a cake with a red candle in it.
"Sis, happy birthday!"
It's Shia.
I suddenly feel full of energy.
Xu Qing opened the door and said, "I'm leaving first, you guys take care..."
I suddenly felt a little at a loss.
Sitting in the living room with Shia, we even forgot to turn the power back on after pulling the switch down. Shia accompanied me for a drink and told me that he came from a rural area and learned bartending at a technical school. Later, he came to "Intoxicating Life," where people are generally more complicated, both men and women. In order to make money, he also dabbled in selling himself...
I want to ask him if he has anything to do with Xu Qing, and if he has had any "in-depth communication" with that lard from black pigs. But he has good control over the conversation, always leading the way and guiding my thoughts as we talk. He accompanies me in drinking glass after glass of alcohol, and I gradually lose myself in the numbness of the alcohol.
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