My Dongguan Love Story

Looking at Zhang Peng kneeling on the ground, crying his heart out, Zhang Xiaoqian felt no pity. On the contrary, she felt disgusted and repulsed. She couldn't understand how she could have been so infatuated with such a person. At this moment, she just wanted Zhang Peng to disappear from her world.

If it weren't for Zhang Peng, she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state these past few days. The bald guy licked her face with his tongue—just thinking about it made her feel nauseous. If it weren't for Da Zhuang, she might even have lost her virginity.

These past few days I've been traveling, and I've been starving every day. I've been eating wild fruits or picking up leftover, almost spoiled food from others. I haven't been able to shower for days, and my whole body is sticky and smelly.

All of this is thanks to Zhang Peng; she now hates him to the core.

The boat gradually moved away from the shore and headed out to sea. Zhang Peng's figure gradually blurred into a small dot, and finally disappeared completely from her sight.

She sighed deeply, looked up at me, and said, "Dazhuang, carry me to the restaurant to get something to eat!"

She was starving and weak; if I carried her, she wouldn't have the strength to hold onto my shoulders.

Although being carried in a princess carry made her a little shy, at least she didn't have to put in any effort herself.

When I heard Zhang Xiaoqian's words, I looked down at her. I didn't want to hug her anymore.

Before, in order to escape and catch the cruise ship as quickly as possible, I had to carry and hug her. Now that we're on the cruise ship, I have no desire to serve this rich young lady anymore.

But when I heard her stomach rumbling, I couldn't bring myself to help her one more time. After she finished eating at the restaurant, I left her alone.

The restaurant's home-style meals weren't particularly delicious, but we'd been starving for days, so they tasted incredibly good. I devoured six bowls of rice, leaving not a single grain.

Zhang Xiaoqian's fingers trembled as she gripped the bowl and chopsticks. Her throat was dry and parched. She lowered her head and swallowed the warm food in large gulps. Now, even the simplest white rice tasted exceptionally delicious to her.

After she finished eating, she watched me continue eating, a different glint appearing in her eyes. Thinking about the hardships we had endured together these past few days, the days we spent together after I carried her back, a strange feeling stirred within me.

After I finished eating, her voice softened, which was unusual for her: "Dazhuang, would you carry me up to the second floor? Thank you, my feet hurt a bit and I can't walk up the stairs."

I glanced at her feet with a puzzled look and saw that even though she had just applied medicine, her feet were still red and swollen, making it difficult for her to move.

Her tone was so gentle for the first time, making me feel awkward refusing her. I thought to myself, well, I'll just go all the way for Sister Zhao's sake! Anyway, once she's upstairs, there's nothing more for me to do.

When Zhang Xiaoqian saw that I had agreed, her eyes crinkled with a smile: "Dazhuang, thank you."

After we finished eating, I carried her upstairs to the second floor and put her on the sofa in the room. Just as I turned to leave, I heard her voice coming from behind me:

"Dazhuang, don't go. I need to take a shower, then can you carry me downstairs again?"

As if worried I would refuse, her voice held a hint of trepidation: "Please, could you help me one more time?"

Seeing that she had lowered her stance, I had no choice but to agree.

Zhang Xiaoqian was overjoyed when she saw that I had agreed, and her face beamed with a smile. She took the clothes and limped into the bathroom.

After turning on the bathroom light, she slowly took off her top and disgustedly threw it into the trash can.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought of Song Qian's ample cleavage. A sense of helplessness washed over her. "Song Qian's breasts are so full, so alluring. Even Da Zhuang isn't interested. I'm flat-chested, how could I possibly attract him?"

A hint of admiration had begun to stir in Zhang Xiaoqian's heart for Dazhuang. Back on the boat, this admiration gradually blossomed, leading her to an idea: if she were with Dazhuang, wouldn't that break him up with her mother? It was a perfect, doubly auspicious idea!

Once the idea took root in my mind, it grew increasingly powerful.

And so, the scene unfolded where she had Dazhuang wait for her at the door.

She planned to seduce Dazhuang after taking a shower.

However, after looking at her own emaciated reflection in the mirror, and touching her chest, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. Because when naked, her chest and back looked almost the same size; if she were dressed as a man, people would be completely indistinguishable from her.

She then thought: "Dazhuang probably doesn't like women who are too voluptuous like Song Qian, so he didn't take the bait. He probably just likes flat-chested girls like me."

Zhang Peng once told her that some men like voluptuous women, while others prefer flat-chested women.

Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaoqian's eyes filled with anticipation as she fantasized about her intimate encounter with Dazhuang later. So, she happily picked up shampoo, washed her oily long hair, then squeezed out shower gel, rubbed it on her body, and gently massaged it. After washing, she felt her whole body smelled wonderful.

She glanced back at the doorway, then looked down at the small stool on the floor. She decided to pretend to trip and fall, luring Dazhuang in, and then...

Zhang Xiaoqian squatted down, picked up a small stool, and slammed it on the ground. Then, she feigned a groan of injury and said, "Ouch, I fell down. Dazhuang, come in and help me up. I can't get up."

The sound drifted out from the bathroom, and I was startled when I heard it.

Then they heard Zhang Xiaoqian calling out repeatedly.

I was a little worried, wondering how Zhang Xiaoqian was doing.

I don't know if she was wearing any clothes, and a fall shouldn't be a big deal. I can't go in now, not to mention my ambiguous relationship with Sister Zhao. Even if Zhang Xiaoqian and Sister Zhao had no relationship whatsoever, I wouldn't associate with that hot-tempered young lady; I'd stay far away from her.

I quickly went downstairs to the restaurant to find a waiter to come up and help.

Since we were the only two guests on the cruise ship, there was only one waiter, a nineteen-year-old male who looked rather simple-minded. Hearing my words, he seemed a little taken aback: "She fell while showering in the bathroom, and you want me to help her up?"

"Yes." I pulled him upstairs and then left.

The male attendant, seeing the steamy bathroom, felt a surge of desire. He swallowed hard, licked his lips, and slowly opened the bathroom door.

Zhang Xiaoqian groaned inside for a long time, and seeing that Dazhuang still hadn't come to help her, she was starting to lose patience. Just then, she heard the door open. A surge of joy filled her heart. She slowly pulled the towel covering her legs up a little, revealing her snow-white thighs. Then, she lowered her right hand, which had been covering her chest, further, trying to make herself appear even more alluring.

But when the door opened, she was startled to see an unfamiliar face. Seeing the male waiter staring at her, she froze, screaming incoherently, and grabbed the shampoo and shower gel next to her, throwing them at him until she chased him out.

The waiter was thrown out, still somewhat dissatisfied. Being asked to come back and then chased away was utterly unreasonable. And he was yelling and screaming like a madman—did he really think he enjoyed watching that?

Zhang Xiaoqian angrily dressed herself and limped out of the room, searching for me everywhere. Finally, she found me standing on the deck smoking on the second-floor stairs, and stormed towards me.