The Story of Tuishen and the Young Lady 9

Last week, I met a woman in the stock market. She’s 30 years old. We’ve been talking for over half a year, and everything has gone well. Today, she suggested we meet, and I hesitated. I told her that I have a family and that I’m still young, so I didn’t feel comfortable, but she said it’s okay. We agreed to just be friends. We exchanged photos, and she looks quite beautiful. She’s not far from my city, and we agreed to meet at a milk tea shop. I didn’t choose a different place to avoid running into someone I know. I arrived first at noon because she had a three-hour drive. While waiting, I looked at her photos again, worried it might turn out to be a “disaster,” since beauty filters are so powerful now. But when she got out of a Porsche, I recognized her immediately—she looked much better in person than in the photos, and she’s exactly my type. She also recognized me. Not sure what to say to break the awkwardness, she suggested a hug. I agreed. She smelled really nice, and my heart was pounding. We sat in the milk tea shop for a while, then went to eat. She hardly ate anything, and the whole time she was helping me peel shrimp and pick out fish bones. After we finished eating and left the restaurant, she held my hand, and I didn’t pull away. She said she wanted to take me home, but I told her I’d take a taxi. She asked me what I thought of her Porsche. Since I ride a motorcycle, I couldn’t say it was bad. She asked if I wanted one. I thought she was joking, so I said yes. She suddenly pulled me close and softly whispered in my ear, “If you want it, next week lock in @Yunneng@, @Taijia@, @Lantian@, @Dongyi@, @Zhit@, @Xingt@, @Yanjian@!”