His Girlfriend for a Day
After finishing my story, I held Xiuyan close and sighed over the impermanence of life. "My dad was just a lowly office clerk when he was killed on his way to work—robbed and murdered by some thug. Mom was a full-time homemaker, and we didn't have much saved up. His death, plus my massive surgery bills, taught me how crucial money is in this world. Without it, you have nothing. We couldn't keep up the mortgage after he was gone, so Mom took me back to our hometown. She scraped by on odd jobs just to put me through school. No matter what, I can't ask her for another cent."
"Let's visit your mom tomorrow once we rent a place," Xiuyan said happily.
"Sure, she'll be thrilled to see you. You have to try her home cooking—it's delicious." It had been ages since I'd eaten Mom's food.
"I'm sure it's wonderful..." Xiuyan's face softened with nostalgia.
Remembering her father was gone too, I asked, "Speaking of, can you tell me about your dad?"
"My dad... he was a very upright prosecutor. Killed on his way to work too..." Xiuyan shook her head, not wanting to say more.
A prosecutor... murdered on the road...
For some reason, it rang a faint bell...
I racked my brain but couldn't place it, so I let it go, pulling Xiuyan tighter into my arms. "That's all in the past. Now you have me. I'll always be by your side, with you for life!"
"Mm~" Xiuyan nodded firmly, flashing me a sweet smile.
Xiuyan was eager to get her things from home and urged me to go ahead.
It made sense. I could pick up shoes for her on the way back.
I knew her size by heart: 35. Tiny compared to her 170cm frame—like bound feet from the old days.
Before I left, she slipped the spare room key into my pocket, her voice soft and coaxing. "Brother~ come back soon, okay...?"
My heart warmed. She looked just like a wife waiting for her husband.
Out in the hall, Wang Xianzhu was slouched bored against the wall, staring at the door like a puppy.
He perked up when he saw me. "Wei Bro, done chatting? Can I go in now?"
"Xiuyan's waiting for me to grab her stuff from home and buy her shoes. She's alone in there—not cool for you to barge in." I eyed him sideways, slinging an arm around his shoulders with a sly grin. "Got nothing to do? Come with me."
"Bro, I could stay and look after sis-in-law... what if she needs something alone...?" Wang Xianzhu whined as I dragged him away, twisting back for longing glances.
"She'll be fine..."
On the drive to Xiuyan's, with Wang Xianzhu behind the wheel, I asked, "Xiuyan wants to get married soon. Would you be my best man?"
He nodded eagerly, thumping his chest. "Anything you need for you and Xiuyan's wedding, just say the word."
Then he added that Xiuyan's mom wasn't easygoing. Showing up unannounced like this, Su Wan probably wouldn't even acknowledge us, let alone hand over the stuff.
I agreed, so we hit a nearby shopping street first.
I wanted gifts for Su Wan—maybe sweet-talk her into mending fences with Xiuyan.
At a supermarket, I grabbed some health supplements. At checkout, my phone was missing—probably left at the hotel. Wang Xianzhu paid without hesitation.
I felt uneasy.
Ever since I got into NTR novels and videos, I'd jot down fantasies about Xiuyan every night in my online journal app. Detailed scenes of her getting intimate with Wang Xianzhu.
I dreaded her seeing it, but the password was unbreakable for her. That eased my mind.
I always cleared Wang Xianzhu's shady WeChat messages too. Even if she unlocked my phone, nothing suspicious.
Wang Xianzhu dragged me to a mall next door.
On the first floor, he bought a bottle of Chanel No. 5 and a classic LV ladies' handbag.
I grabbed his arm. "What's this for? Who're you giving them to?"
He grinned. "Insurance, bro. You think those cheap health tonics will sway Su Wan? With her materialistic vibe, no chance. If you strike out, I step in. Backup plan."
I frowned. "No need for that. Xiuyan's my fiancée—if anyone's buying, it's me. What's it to you?"
He smirked. "Too fancy and she won't get it. This stuff's perfect for her." Then, with shameless cheek, "What if sis-in-law becomes my girlfriend someday? Su Wan'd be my mother-in-law. Filial piety, right?" He bolted as he said it...
"Bullshit!" I kicked his ass. "Knew you had designs on Xiuyan, you perv! As if she'd look at you. Stay away!"
Like a nimble fat pig maxed on dodge skills, he evaded after one hit. No catching him...
At Xiuyan's place, I knocked forever before Su Wan cracked the door, eyeing us coldly.
I smiled obsequiously, offering the supermarket bag. "Auntie..."
She glanced at the supplements, sneered, and slammed the door.
Wang Xianzhu shoved me aside, winked, straightened his clothes, and knocked.
"Enough already!" The door flew open; Su Wan stood furious, hands on hips.
Wang Xianzhu beamed, calling her "sis" like old pals.
He offered the LV bag and Chanel, laying on the rainbow farts: not here for Xiuyan, just visiting her, how young and gorgeous she was.
Su Wan melted, beaming back. They chatted animatedly, even added WeChat.
I watched from the hall, speechless...
When the moment was ripe, Wang Xianzhu asked for Xiuyan's luggage.
Su Wan, expecting this, dragged out an apple-green suitcase, handing it to him politely. "Wang Xianzhu, right? Good kid, I'll remember you. Xiuyan's stuff. That brat's card's frozen—if she can jump ship, she can survive out there..."
As he took it, his hand seemed to "accidentally" brush Su Wan's...
Before leaving, Su Wan shot me a sidelong glare, stirring the pot. "Wang Xianzhu, if you're Xiuyan's friend, for her sake, talk her out of this loser."
I inwardly cursed: Vicious bitch.
Wang Xianzhu grinned, agreeing profusely. "Sis, you're right. Don't be mad—it's their fault. I'll chew 'em out. Next time, gifts and dinner. WeChat it up—you gotta come."
Downstairs, Wang Xianzhu mused, stroking his chin. "Never thought Xiuyan's mom would be so different—worldly vs. ethereal. Mother and daughter? Weird."
"Who knows?" Xiuyan's opposite vibe to her mom intrigued me too.
But I hated gossiping behind backs. She'd tell me everything in time.
Wang Xianzhu still savoring: "For real though, Wei Bro, Su Wan's hot—sexy, seductive. Mother-daughter duo, total opposites..."
I snapped, "Any woman catches your eye for fantasies?"
He grinned sheepishly. "Heh... just talking, bro. You know me..."
Passing the shopping street on the way back, I said I'd grab Xiuyan's shoes at the mall.
Wang Xianzhu trailed me like a maze rat, hopping counters...
Suddenly, he grabbed me, whispering conspiratorially. "Wei Bro, you're marrying soon. If sis-in-law finds that stuff on your phone, don't rat me out—or she'll kill me!"
I nodded. "Won't sell you out."
"And don't spill my dirty deeds either—that'd be worse!"
"You know better, still do it?" I rolled my eyes.
"Sis-in-law's too tempting... can't help it..."
"Dog can't quit shitting. Horny bastard—don't blame others!"
"Brothers for life—don't betray me after all I've done for you... Wei Bro! Wait up!"
First time realizing women's shoes had endless styles—and prices.
Wallet shy, I lingered till Daphne's counter.
Picked a sleek single-strap flat for 250 yuan—my limit. Needed cash left for renting with Xiuyan.
Wang Xianzhu shook his head in disgust at checkout. "You'd make sis-in-law wear that crap? Cheap shoes hurt women's feet!"
He dragged me to a fancier mall—international brands screaming quiet luxury.
He shop-hopped me dizzy.
Suddenly pointing at a window: "That one's perfect—sis-in-law'd look stunning."
A stiletto with crisscross straps—gorgeous, ornate. Elegant sexiness.
Manolo Blahnik.
I admired it: beautiful! Imagined Xiuyan in them—sexy perfection!
Price tag: 12,000 yuan!
I shook my head. "No way—too expensive!"
"Not your money—my gift to sis-in-law! Super comfy, even for dancing."
"Can't let you—too much!"
"For her, not you!" He whipped out his card. "She deserves this level!"
No stopping him.
He knew her size from watching my Daphne pick—raved about her tall frame, tiny feet like lotus buds.
12k stilettos: swiped.
Bagging it, he yelled, "What do you know? Women like sis-in-law need spoiling!"
His words echoed on the drive back:
—You'd make sis-in-law wear that crap? Cheap shoes hurt women's feet!
—She deserves this level!
—What do you know? Women like her need spoiling!
Recalling washing Xiuyan's flawless feet... if my cheap shoes hurt them...
My heart twisted.
Back at the hotel—three hours gone, dusk falling.
Beep... card swipe. Door to Xiuyan's room...
Inside, she was on the phone: "Mm, hard to change? Test for pseudology first... Got it..."
Her face pale, usual glow faded...
"Xiuyan, you okay? Look pale."
I scanned: phone on bed—where I'd sat before leaving. Probably fell from pocket. Untouched.
That password: unbreakable.
Relief washed over me.
She hung up, forcing a smile instead of answering. "Wei Bro, got the stuff?"
"Barely... Wang Xianzhu bought pricey gifts to loosen your mom up." Awkward—I'd failed, he'd succeeded.
Xiuyan gratefully: "Wang Xianzhu, thanks so much."
He handed the suitcase, griping. "No need, sis-in-law. But your mom's brutal—froze your card. Check your wallet."
Xiuyan: "Knew she would..." Opened the case, counted: under 4k.
For me, she'd left penniless.
Wang Xianzhu fawned with the shoebox: "Sis-in-law, got you shoes too. Gorgeous, right?"
Opened: luxurious crisscross stilettos gleamed.
Obviously expensive. Xiuyan frowned at me. "You buy this?"
I shook my head. "Him." Added, "Told him no."
To him: "Thanks, but no. Too pricey—return it."
He sidled close, pleading. "Sis-in-law, try 'em. You'd look amazing..."
She shook her head. "Won't take yours—only brother's." Softly to me: "Where's yours?"
I paused, handed the Daphne box. "Couldn't afford much—250 yuan... His was 12k."
Next to his masterpiece, mine looked trashy.
But Xiuyan opened it like treasure, beaming. "Wow~ so pretty! Love it! Great eye, brother!"
She unpacked eagerly, tried them on—a basic flat, but her joy lit the room...
In the Daphnes, she pranced to the full mirror, glowing with happiness.
From the side, it looked off—mismatched her elegance, like a heiress in green army shoes.
Wang Xianzhu nagged; she ignored. He appealed to me: "Wei Bro, talk to her... Cheap shoes'll hurt her feet!"
I wavered. Inner voice: Let her wear cheap crap? Hurt those tender feet?
She deserves better—that pair suits her!
Louder: "Maybe take them... he already bought..."
Xiuyan frowned, shook head. "No—only yours..."
"Mine don't suit you. Wear his." Truth: they clashed.
She stared, shocked. "Brother~ what?!"
Pointing: "That's what matches you!"
Her face clouded, staring long. "Brother~ serious?"
His words echoed: Cheap shoes hurt feet!
I nodded hesitantly.
Her voice trembled: "You really want me in these?"
Sensing wrongness: "I mean, they're pretty, suit you—won't hurt your feet."
She gazed, unreadable...
Finally, blinking slowly, sighing. "If that's what you want..."
She kicked off mine like garbage, lifted a long, slender leg bare, beckoned Wang Xianzhu with a half-smile. "Why stand? Come put them on."
I jolted!
Didn't expect that. Thought she'd do it herself—why him? Touch her feet?
She loved me—why let another man?
Brain blank, frozen silent, just staring dumbly.
Wang Xianzhu, oblivious, rushed over, knelt with his shoes...
Arm raised, hand reaching for her foot...
Xiuyan's body quivered; leg twitched back slightly.
She glanced anxiously at me—waiting? But I said nothing, did nothing.
Her face paled more, eyeing his approaching hand with disgust.
Still, he gripped her delicate foot firm.
His big, thick hand dwarfed it—helpless.
Xiuyan—my fiancée's foot, in his grasp!
Mine alone—now touched by him!
Realization hit: thud! Heart hammered, blood surging.
His palm enveloped her perfect foot, sliding along the sole, fingers kneading...
He slid the shoe on slowly, ritual-like.
Lingering, he fitted it delicately, like embroidery.
Then laced the strap around her ankle—suddenly bound, sexy.
Her feet... imprisoned by him...
Crossed straps up her calf—like locking her leg...
Claiming it...
I thrilled; blood rushed south.
Throughout, her leg stiff, eyes locked on me—first my eyes, then dropping to my bulge, pondering...
Acupunctured, I watched him shoe her.
Her foot's silky feel from washing lingered in my palms.
Hours later, he savored it—exquisite, warm, flawless jade!
Each shoe torturously slow...
Xiuyan's face flushed; legs pinkened from his meaty paws.
Eyes shut, biting lip, gripping sheets—enduring...
Finally done...
"Instep dirty—lemme wipe~" Fingering her foot greedily.
Pawed clean, he admired. "Sis-in-law, stunning!"
She opened eyes slowly...
Stood, stilettos clicking crisply, approached me swaying gracefully.
Perfect match—taller, sexier, more alluring.
Legs gleaming longer, demure...
"Brother~ like it?" Enigmatic tone.
Now taller than me, harmonious fit.
I nodded. "Beautiful—perfect!"
His past faps to her pics/voice: taking. Today, shoes: giving. Odd thrill.
Women like her need spoiling!
At the mirror, sideways: "Brother, yours or his—which suits me more?"
Reluctant truth: his elevated her.
"His suits better."
To mirror casually, then flatly to him: "Good eye..."
"Glad you like, sis-in-law! This level's right for you!"
That line hammered me—I couldn't afford it.
She eyed me, him, her 12k shoes, my discarded pair.
He packed messily, stuffing mine like trash to the corner.
Clear intent: keep her in his.
She admired herself; he fawned.
I leaned, watching...
Finally, Xiuyan smiled at him. "You got beaten by Mom, spent big on luggage and shoes... How to thank? Hmm... Wish? We'll see."
Ignored me entirely.
He fidgeted shyly. "Like's enough—don't hate me... Got a wish, but you'll punch me..."
"Spill." She tossed hair, indifferent, suddenly coquettish...
Hands clasped, bowing: "Sis-in-law, Wei Bro—you two always dogfood me, jealous of your love. Be my girlfriend for a day? Let this loser taste romance!"
Bastard—fresh off her feet, now this? Wife next?
She'd refuse.
"Brother~ you say?" She smiled at me.
No rejection—tossing to me? Why?
"..." Silent.
"Sis-in-law, please? One request." Puppy eyes.
"Ask him..." Half-smile, watching me.
He begged me clasped. "Wei Bro... for old times' sake."
Storm inside...
Shout: Refuse! She's yours—marrying soon! Not even a second!
Whisper: You fantasize this nightly. Try it? One day—no loss.
Louder...
"Maybe... just this once." To her: "He helped a lot."
"Wei Bro said yes!" He beamed at her.
Xiuyan stared, shocked disbelief.
Sudden regret—opened mouth to retract...
"Sis-in-law..." He nagged.
She refocused.
His cheek: "Wei Bro agreed..."
She nodded dryly. "...If he says... Fine. When?"
He counted: "Afternoon—half today, half tomorrow?"
She wagged finger. "Dream on—half today or nothing!" Mirrored on.
"Yes!! Now you're my girlfriend?"
"Fake!" Sharp.
"Don't shatter the dream—even fake, change names?"
Glanced me: "How?"
"Xiuyan sis?"
He was older—24, repeated a grade. Four years on her, one on me. Should be "little sis," but "sis-in-law" flattered. "Sis" fit.
She checked me—no reaction—nodded.
"Now, what'm I to you?"
"Dunno." Biting lip, staring me down.
I looked away.
"Call me bro—try?" Coaxing.
She bit lip silent.
"Xiuyan sis, just once..." Wheedling.
Snapped: "Pighead!"
He facepalmed, to me whining: "Wei Bro, we agreed..." To her: "Not fair..."
Dark urge: "Xiuyan, we promised... half day. Just call."
He chimed: "Yeah, Xiuyan sis..." Eyes pleading.
"Brother's only Li Wei. Pick another."
His eyes twinkled: "Zhu Bro?"
To me, trembling—shame? "Brother... should I?"
Her intimate with him? Wanted to see...
Tiny nod.
Her disappointment crushed; turned, quavering "Zhu Bro."—hint of tears.
Dry, but chills raced me...
He whooped. "Date time! Couples shop, movies—always envied. Let's go!!"
Stepped, snatched her slender hand—tight!
Lightning—we froze; too late, gripped...
She shuddered, then rigid, dragged out...
In his sexy straps...
Shocked, puppet-like, I followed.
Elevator lobby, waiting up.
He clutched her hand, thumb stroking her silky back nonstop...
Head down, expression hidden, rigid puppet...
Out hotel...
He strutted street-hand-in-hand, beaming, flaunting.
Crowds gawked at mismatched pair—gorgeous tall goddess, short fat guy.
Guys pitied her, murdered him with eyes.
Jealousy fueled him—nearly yelling "My girlfriend!"
To luxury mall; I trailed, mixed feelings.
Once I held her first-person...
Now third-person: brother holds world's beauty.
Dazed, she glanced back—saw my heated gaze...
Understood...
She watched me...
I fixated their clasp...
He griped: "Wei Bro, our half-day—stop staring all lovey!"
"Keep ten steps back? No third wheel—ruins my date!"
Ten steps—her old rule for him, privacy.
Now reversed. Surreal swap.
She nodded coldly. "Yeah, Li Wei—dating. Stay back..."
Heart-wrenching... I slowed.
Ten steps off, watching lovers hand-in-hand...
No more words to me. Gripped tighter, sweet smile to him...
He glowed, pulled closer, whispered—her giggle.
Closer still.
Shoulder-to-shoulder, happy stride.
No glance my way.
How'd it come to this? Shoes sealed it?
Mall in, he crowed gifts for her.
She panicked: "Can't take yours..."
"Xiuyan sis, girlfriend perk..." "Unless you don't see me as BF."
Glanced back—stopped—nodded silent.
Hand-in-hand to luxury boutique; I followed like servant.
He browsed, picking outfits—surprisingly savvy—handed to staff for her trials.
Each exit: poses elegant in mirror for him.
Mannequin goddess—every look stunning, radiant.
He clapped, eyes gleaming, boasting to staff: "My girlfriend—hot, right?"
Her cheeks flushed prettily.
Wind-swept seductress...
Agreed utterly: Spoil her!
Staff fawned: "Sir, your GF's gorgeous—perfect match! Wears better than models!"
"Damn right—prettiest!"
Another store, clerk nosy: "Sir, your GF?"
He yanked her slim waist: "Duh!"
She stiffened electric.
"Sorry— this way..." To new arrivals.
Out, he whispered; arm stayed on her curves...
Mall out: bags galore.
To me: "Wei Bro, carry? Dating my GF."
She'd arm-linked him now.
Silent, I took bags—ten steps back, burdened shadow.
Watched them laugh lightly...
Entered mall hand-hold...
Left: waist-hold...
Shopping wins hearts?
Her too? His lavish spending joys her—tolerates waist-grope?
Dusk: dinner.
They sat cozy side-by-side.
He ordered fluently...
I opposite, alone, appetite gone—watched couple chat endlessly.
Forked bite to her lips: "Xiuyan sis, try..."
Blushing, she took it.
Mid-meal, phone: "GF needs WeChat."
Hesitant, she scanned.
Across, silent eating.
He messaged nonstop...
She giggled, hand in hair, typing back...
Secret chats before me—clueless.
Later, serious face—glanced me, typed.
Meal: WeChat frenzy, me sidelined.
Post-dinner: movies!
Post-chat distracted: "Late—hotel."
No—Cinderella at midnight.
Grinned—even her.
Fat Cinderella?
Disaster? He picked horror—"grand finale."
Tickets: she asked triples.
"None"—bought couple + single behind.
Me rear; them front—him left, her right.
Pre-lights: tense glances back...
Dark: armrest up, pulled her in.
Struggled—I pondered intervening—he whispered; she eased.
Bold: crushed her to him, head on cheek.
Faces close—too close.
Ignored film, spied...
Stooped thief-like: screen flicker through cheek gap.
His stubble lit clear—nearly pricking her.
Her rigid in his arms.
His right on waist... roaming her curves...
Shoulder twitched, arm wrestled something...
Shadows surged behind seatback.
Overthought?
Ghost face—scream!
She jumped; he crushed tighter—gap gone...
Heart pounding: faces mashed.
He turned, head down—kissed her red lips fierce!
She recoiled; his hand pinned head!
Three seconds...
Slap!
She bolted up, wiping lips, glared me, stormed out.
We chased.
He apologized nonstop; she iced, strode to hotel.
Exhausted pleading: "Men kiss GFs!"
"Fake!!!" Wiping furious.
Whispered close: "Helping you... think..."
"..." Silent.
Hotel, 9pm+.
Cold: "Date over—done."
Face-swollen: "Extend half?"
Firm no.
"Last hug? You two kiss post-date—no kiss, just hug."
Quick nod—end farce? Hugs nothing now.
He stepped, crushed her tight.
No resist: tighter, molded.
She struggled...
Sneaky: smack on lips!
She gasped, covered—swung; he fled...
Yelling: "Xiuyan sis—couple goodbye kiss!"
Roomie ambushes my fiancée—twice!—before me. Numb...
Chase beat him? Comfort her?
Chaos...
Bags in hand, trembling leaf-like...
Second kiss today—my face!
Something long-built crumbled in their "date"...
Blood surged, goosebumps thrilled.
Xiuyan bathroom: spat, rinsed, brushed frantically...
I stood dazed center-room.
Half-day dream—world flipped...
Irreversible!
She emerged, toweling lips...
Saw me bags-in-hand, frozen.
Closed eyes, sighed. "Brother~ put stuff down..."
Spoke! "Brother" again!
Alive!
Dropped bags, sofa. Gazed her.
Awkward, avoided eyes, brewed tea...
Silent...
Wanted talk—replayed their date...
Kettle whistled; graceful pour—ethereal.
Cup to me, blew lips...
Sipped—flat: "Brother, when'd you get green hat kink?"
Spray! "You...!"
"Don't 'you'—think I'm dumb?"
"When you pushed his shoes—your scary eyes, that bulge?"
"Let him shoe me: test. You have it." Hurt.
Exposed soul-naked.
"Xiuyan, I just..."
Hand hushed. "Answer. Me and Wang Xianzhu—what feeling? Truth."
Paused: "...Thrilling. Intensely."
Nodded, unsurprised.
Pulled me bed-edge, pushed down.
Unhooked bra, draped nude-ish, kissed.
Guided hand under clothes...
First bare: full, smooth breasts—plump, silky, bouncy.
Thrilled...
Kissed, urged fondle.
Her hand down, stroked bulge gently.
"Feel?" Eager.
"So good!"
"Thrilling?" Sultry.
"Very!"
"Vs. me and him... which more?"
Stunned...
Pinched: "Truth."
Blurted: "Latter..."
Disappointed release. "His every touch—nausea. Waited your stop—nothing. His kiss—nearly puked... For you, endured."
"Sorry, Xiuyan..." Guilt.
"Talk?" Calm.
"What?"
"When this... interest?"
Mumbled: "Dunno—recent? Long? Always latent..."
"Source?"
"Novels, AV..."
Hand out: "Show."
Hesitant, forwarded phone novels.
She read intently.
Face reddened...
Flushed crimson...
Persisted...
Next...
Time ticked tense.
Phone down: "Like these?"
"Mm..." Open now.
"Where from?"
"Online." Lied—Wang.
Suspicious: "Not Wang?" Distrusted him.
His warning: shook head. "Me."
"Then?" Relentless.
"Fantasize you touched... by others."
"Want me touched—any man?" Dangerous eyes.
"No—only him..." Denied.
"Him? Why special?" Puzzled.
"Dunno—don't get myself. Others? Angry!"
"Want us closer?" Leaned, breath orchid.
Guilty: "..."
"Truth—help you."
"...Yeah, closer..."
Thoughtful: "Frequent green fantasies?"
Silent nod.
"Like?"
Nod.
"Really like?"
"Yes!"
"Brother..." Jade hand caressed—silky.
Gentle gaze: "Love you—deeply! You'd never know. Chose you—stay forever! Any mistake—forgiven! You pedestal me, demean self. Gongga Temple: fated, eternal love!"
Enrapt: blue lotus angel, salvation glow.
"Marry soon—you'll heal. I'll help!" Decided.
Hand to breast, coquettish: "No weird thoughts. Eyes closed—feel my chest? Comfy sans green..."
Full, firm—drunk bliss. Then: him grasping flashed!
Shook head—banish sin.
She sighed faintly...
Night, dorm...
NTR novel/video habit.
Plotted day + new fantasies—stroked...
Release: laptop, password, online journal sync.
Detailed scenes, feelings...
Plus fresh bold greens...
Treehole for dark urges...
Locked, bed—phone app, reread, stroked again...
Safe—unique password: last YanYan meet date, ancient.
Unguessable...
Saturday dawn, hotel—shook Xiuyan awake...
Nightmare-hazed, stared unknowing...
Creeped: bridesmaid/wedding dress?
Shook head, snapped to.
Last night: An Qin'er bridesmaid, dinner tomorrow. Cheap rental gown soon.
House-hunting plans...
Stared: "Wedding photos—how?"
Worried: her ~4k total—rent, rings, photos tight.
Wang Xianzhu staggered in—post-kiss faps?
Suggested him for photos.
Chest-thump: gear/tech/editing tops studios.
She head-down, long pause—nodded.
His skills impressed.
Out: Daphnes on, his cornered neat.
He eyed his untouched pile: "Sis-in-law, why not mine? That trash?"
"Like it—mind yours." Eye-roll.
Post-day: less polite, more snippy.
Liked the shift.
He orbited fawning; ignored.
Annoyed, dropped my hand, strode ahead; he chased.
One-after to agency.
Her browsing listings; he pulled me: "Piss."
Narrow stall, shoulder-to-shoulder—first dong-sight.
Unusual: long, beaded like skewer, huge head—doggy.
Snickered inwardly: dog dick.
He: "Wei Bro, promised day—half, then slap."
"Deserved!" Kiss—whack fair.
"Compensate lil?"
"What?" Two kisses—more?
"Trail behind—ignore her calls..."
"Why..." Bossy.
"Marrying—don't nitpick bro." Shook pudgy cock, unwashed—gone.
Agent girl waited with Xiuyan. "Slowpokes—go!"
He dashed, gripped her hand dead.
First: Unwashed!!
Then: cheap shot?
She yanked, mouth opening—girl: "Your BF? Surprise..."
Rushed to pry—halted. Chaos rep?
Slut label on her?
She whipped back: "Li Wei, you...!" Saw halt—no block—silenced.
Girl time-check: "All set—nearby complexes."
To hand-holders: "You two?"
He nodded: "Yep!"
"Him?" Pointed me.
"Classmate—house-hunting pal."
"Overboard!" Hissed.
"Promise—hand only." Grin.
Yanked futile; no scene—grimaced along.
They front; me rear.
Several nos; she shook head.
He antsy: "Xiuyan, what's wrong?"
Silent shake.
Girl wheezed.
Last: cozy 30sqm studio. "650/month, 1+3."
She toured, smiled. "Love it."
Eyed me.
Glanced: "Nice—but small?"
"Small: easy clean. Enough. This—sign."
He: "Pigsty? Bigger?"
"This."
Girl baffled by trio...
Back agency, hand-in-hand.
Sign: she called me—grabbed pen; girl: "You two?" Wagged between them.
Xiuyan crimson; he shoved: "Forgot!"
Filled his name/ID/sig!
Co-hab plot?!
She lunged block; he blocked butt. No rip-face.
Outside: cold whisper: "This what you want?"
Shook frantic: "No—his stunt!"
"No excuses—hope no regret." Iced in.
He done, paying; she pinned: "Today's chaos forgiven—but I pay, or ignore."
I offered wallet; she took, used hers—handed 2600.
Under 1k left.
He eyed wistful.
Out: wallet to me, shoved him, stormed ahead.
We chased—me explaining, him grinning sorry...
Finally mellowed: "Scram!" To him.
Grabbed my hand, scolded: "Brother~ no more trailing silent! Hear?!"
Nod promise.
Beamed.
Move-in day after; tomorrow Mom.
"Crave her cooking."
New-wife nerves; ignored his teasing.
Jewelry chain: pulled me in.
Browsed trinkets excited...
Thought cheap accessory...
Pointed cubic zirconia silver ring, arm-shake: "Love this—buy! Wedding ring!"
Stunned, checked: pretty...
199 yuan!!
"Joking?"
He gawked: "Crazy? Fake zircon for wedding?!"
"Love style! Brother~ buy!" Wheedle.
Mortified—she knew my few hundred.
Refused: real later.
"Love style—diamond/zircon same..." Deep gaze: "Not from love, priciest worthless. Fish Xuanji: 'Easy priceless gems, rare heart-man.' Your eternal love > diamonds!"
Guiltier, baser.
He shocked.
To counter waving: "Brother~ pay? You must buy wedding ring~"
He begged: "Reconsider? I'll get 5—10!—carat!"
Ignored; urged me.
Paid; clutched bagged like treasure.
Quiet spot...
Unwrapped, raised to sun—inspected rainbow prisms dancing her face, ethereal.
Satisfied, bagged tight, blissful smile...
He twisted jealous: "Xiuyan's too perfect. Fuck, Wei Bro—undeserving envy!"
Silent agreement...
Undeserve her crystal soul!
Her epic love!
Wang Xianzhu couldn't hold—dashed, daylight hug on surprised Xiuyan.
In her panic, crushed tight—devoured soft lips fierce!
"Holy shit!!!" Jaw-dropped stun...