Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Five

We eat in a nice little French restaurant, you order a bottle of wine, and we strike up a conversation like old friends who have known each other for a long time.I cleverly play to my liking.I know which books, which paintings, which buildings, which music you like.Did you forget it?I've always tried to be like you. I found your surprised eyes cast on me again and again.In your experience it is impossible for a girl of twenty to possess such insight and intelligence.Your twenty-year-old girlfriends can only sing and dance, and can read a few words of French at most. However, you can't see through me.

You've never met a twenty-year-old girl like me. Time and time again I evade your devious inquiries.I mentioned that I once fell in love with one of my teachers, a very learned Englishman, much older than me, who taught me a lot. At the age of seventeen, I always want to use my innocence to arouse your love.At the age of thirty-seven, I can use my colorful love history. You always fall in love with women who play the world like you and believe in freedom. You drove me out of your bed that day not because you didn't want me, but because you didn't want to hurt me.You show mercy to me because you know that I am different from Xia Xia.

It was getting late, we got up and left. You kissed me when you drove me home. It was just a light kiss, and you said goodbye to me affectionately. However, my lips are trembling and burning back to kiss you.That is not the kiss of desire, but the kiss I have waited for for twenty years. I almost want to pour out all the heartfelt love of twenty years to your lips at once. You looked at me again with puzzled eyes. Never has a woman kissed you like this before? I stepped back, grinned slightly, and said goodbye. You are always curious and irresistible to temptation. I know you will come back.