"Don't Stick Your Penis in Your Rice Bowl 3" This article is sponsored by #BCGAME｜@bcgame When I returned from school, several recent graduate students joined the company. I remember there were three: one man and two women. One of the women was beautiful, like Xu Qing, with hooked eyes. She was three years older than me, born in 1990. She was only about 25 at the time. I lived near the Communication University of China, and she lived in Guoyuan, because we both had to take the Batong Line subway. So, I quietly waited for her to leave work every day, and then followed her out to take the elevator. Then, naturally, we walked to the subway station together. The company was near Sihui, about a 20-minute walk to the subway station. Then we took the subway together; I got off at the Communication University of China station, and she got off at Guoyuan. We walked like this every day, chatting. I'm a funny person, and I always made her giggle. But later I found out she had a boyfriend in another city. She would always gaze at me longingly and say, "I wish I were a few years older." She always said that. What does that mean? It seems like she's interested in me. Back then, I wasn't exactly handsome, but I wasn't ugly either, unlike now. She always said I was good-looking. I remember one day she was working late, and I waited for her at the company. When we walked home together after get off work, it started raining, and she slipped in the mud. She broke the strap of her flip-flops. I helped her walk, and she held my hand for support, her face turning red. I felt embarrassed, even though I immediately got an erection. I took her home. This incident made things a little more intimate between us, a little ambiguous. One day she came back from a business trip and told me that the boss of a client company wanted to keep her as a mistress. That boss was incredibly rich and had bought many islands in Zhejiang. Because he said she looked like Xu Qing, who was that boss's childhood idol. She asked me what to do, and I said it wasn't bad, at least we'd be financially secure. She said she didn't want to live like that. Then that night I had a dream; in my dream, I kissed her. The next morning, I told her about the dream. She laughed and said, "Are you crazy?" I felt a little intrusive, but she said it was okay. Until one day, we were taking the subway together, and luckily we had seats. We sat next to each other. I said, "Let me read your palm." She said okay. So I did. Actually, I can read a few palms. I just wanted to touch her hand, and as I touched it, I impulsively grabbed her hand. She didn't resist. My heart was pounding, I felt dizzy, and I was incredibly hard. I didn't get off at my stop, and neither of us said a word. We walked to her house hand in hand. After that, I walked her home every day. Every day, I'd sit and chat for a while downstairs at her apartment until around 9 PM, then I'd take the subway home. My heart felt warm; I felt like I was in love. This continued until October 1st, when the holiday started. I walked her to her apartment building, and she said she was going to see her boyfriend during the holiday. I felt quite disappointed. I said, "Oh." She said, "Give me a hug." x.com/wanghebbf/stat/wanghebbf...…

Isn't it afraid of rice getting into my penis hole if I insert my penis into a rice bowl?

Hahahaha, that's hilarious!