I am not Ximen Qing.

Sangkun, dejected, downed a bottle of Heineken. Heartbroken, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol. The older woman comforted him, occasionally standing up and shaking her head and hair to the rhythm of the music, playing Cameron's "My Heart Remains." A female singer played the piano and sang this melancholic song about parting from love in English, bringing to mind Zhang Sheng watching Titanic. Back in the cinema, nostalgia returned to Jane Eyre and Jack Rose's poignant love. The Little Mermaid, accompanied by the theme song of "My Heart Remains," performed a slow pole dance, her hands wrapped around the gleaming pole, her hair cascading onto the stage, her face flushed pink from the blood flowing back—a mermaid swimming in the water.

In the dream, Jack is also Zhang Sheng, and Rose is the mermaid swimming in the water, her scales shimmering. She is so engrossed that she feels nothing as a pair of pure white breasts are displayed before her. In the flickering lights, the gentlemen's appreciation of beauty is indeed a transformation of lust into an exploration of female beauty. They use all sorts of means, simply wanting to strip the girl naked and admire her naked body. What is the allure of that girl's body? This is the Sword of Achilles of God, perhaps for the sake of the propagation of the race, with the spark of lust placed in the soul. This spark is the one Prometheus willingly endured Jupiter's punishment in the Caucasus Mountains to save humanity. She is a Scythian, with a Scythian-like heavenly voice and beauty, seducing everything. Being a painter is the best choice for a man, to appreciate the beauty of a naked Olympia lying in bed through art. The moment the body is in bed evokes the feeling of the Virgin Mary, pure and untainted. Saving the Fausts of the mortal world.

She, the little enchantress, slowly approached. She was the vibrant Carmen, radiating wild lust. Her smooth flesh exuded the overflowing desire within her, and the dancing girl was drenched in fragrant sweat.

"Manager, manager, let me introduce you."

"Who? Where are your sisters?"

"gone."

"I had a dream."

"This is not a dream, she is Shi Qianqian."

"A Chinese Ghost Story?"

"It's not that easy for you to become Leslie Cheung."

"Give me a glass of soda."

"Don't you want Heineken?"

"No thanks, I don't drink alcohol to maintain my figure."

Qianqian, just like her name, has a pair of big, Barbie doll-like eyes with long, curved eyelashes, two small dimples on her cheeks, red lips and white teeth. Her bra is intact, and her slender, elastic thighs under her white panties are as white as spring snow.

"Our manager invited you for drinks, and he also sent you these flowers."

"Really? The roses smell wonderful. Five hundred yuan, thank you for spending the money on me."

"Qianqian, don't be so polite, your dance is beautiful."

"Would you like to come and support us often in the future?"

"certainly"

"What time did you arrive here?"

"It starts at nine o'clock and ends at 12 o'clock, three hours."

"right"

"What time is it?"

"It's 30 minutes to one o'clock."

"We have to go, it's too late, my mom will worry."

"Sit a little longer, Qianqian."

"No, friend, it's too late today."

"I'll give you Qianqian."

"No need to see me off, someone will pick me up."

"Pick you up?"

Zhang Sheng felt a pang of disappointment; pretty girls never lack enthusiastic men.

"Have a boyfriend?"

"You're so funny. Finding a boyfriend is too tiring. Bye."

"Wait for Qianqian."

She remained quite aloof, saying nothing more. She put on a small jacket, tidied her hair in front of Zhang Sheng, and wiped her sweat with a towel. The air had cooled down in the latter half of the night, and the streets and alleys were quiet. There were pedestrians and taxi drivers waiting for fares; business was slow, so they chose to make a final effort to finish their day's work outside bars and nightclubs. Generally, drunk men lived outside the Fifth Ring Road and could earn eighty or ninety yuan per trip. The most knowledgeable about Beijing were probably the model taxi drivers. Zhang Sheng relaxed, feeling a sense of peace, like the theme song from Cameron's movie, "My Heart Remains the Same." Watching Shi Qianqian walk by, he longed to hold her in his arms, fantasizing about the beautiful dream of love. But winning love with money was meaningless.

Watching her petite figure recede into the distance, Qianqian turned back and smiled. Not far away, screams of girls erupted. Hearing the laughter of the competitors, Shi Qianqian jumped and ran. Zhang Sheng was about to chase after her to take her home and get to know her better when an old Shanghai Santana pulled up. The door opened instantly, and several girls rushed in. Shi Qianqian joined them. A group of young women crammed into the somewhat incongruous back seat of the vintage car. The driver was a bald, sleazy-looking man with tattoos.

"Come on, ladies, let's go to another place. There are guests dancing there." The car sped away in an instant.

Zhang Sheng was extremely disappointed. Her perfect fantasy was shattered. She really wanted to date him, but suddenly she was back to feeling heartbroken.

"Manager, don't waste your time on him."

"No, she ignited the flame of my love, and I want to pursue her."

"You're really crazy, too infatuated. Don't be so serious."

"You don't understand, I've never been in a relationship before, but I've got my eye on this girl."

"Shall we go back?"

"Going back where?"

"Let's go home, our brothers are all waiting for us."

Zhang Sheng had drunk too much and was in a frenzied state. Listening to Sang Kun's words, he seemed to have forgotten himself.

"Going home? Home is where the world is. Is there anywhere around here to stretch your legs?"

"Have."

"Let's go soak in the hot spring and loosen up our bones."

Qianqian was deeply imprinted in the ocean of his thoughts and spirit—what a wild little vixen! He vowed to tame this unruly girl with love and passion, but a dilapidated old Santana, that rickety old car, and her muscular and sexy figure indeed drifted into that car.

The air reeked of alcohol; drunkenness turned one into a mad beast, a frenzy of lustful fantasies about love and its object, like lightning in the sky. Ah, how wonderful a downpour would be, a rain that could extinguish the burning fire of passion. She danced like a ghost, a strapless top concealing her ample breasts, tight pants covering her sensual body. She was so beautiful. Admire her alluring physique, those large, clear, spring-like eyes, that seductive, trembling accent. She said her home was nearby, a crazy girl, a crazy girl who loved pole dancing. That madness wasn't just for money, but a passion and dedication to dancing. It was a misunderstanding; she wouldn't sell her love for money. She seemed to be a girl who saw through men; her delusions were a smokescreen, a provocation that whetted men's appetites, then she turned away without a trace, as if declaring that pursuing her wouldn't be so easy.

There's only one possibility: she's not his type. Money won't help. I have my principles. Men shouldn't be delusional; too many men are promiscuous. And even then, it has to be someone I like. Disappointment and sadness arise because the girlish advances were too forceful, and the sweet girlpies were snatched away by the black crow. Qianqian's big eyes scrutinized and observed. They exchanged phone numbers; that was their only hope. Love and romance weren't hopeless. She liked to develop feelings slowly; wouldn't the girlish charm be better enjoyed after love?

Oh, this restless heart of desire, standing alongside Baihua in the dance floor of Volcano Disco, amidst countless pairs of passionate men and women raising their hands, they swayed and leaped together onto the high platform in the center of the stage—the crater of the volcano's soul. A sexy woman, wearing headphones, was creating the most exhilarating fantasy of soul and body in the entire venue. She wasn't Baihua; she was the witch who created this volcanic feast of passion. Looking at the irrational and crazed Superman before her, she felt uneasy, for this Superman would disrupt the order here. With Superman here, what was a witch? In Superman's eyes, the witch had become a goddess.

"The witch defeats Superman."

The goddess was desperately screaming, "What are you?"

"I am Superman."

There was a feeling of flying, breathing in the hot summer air outside the Volcano Disco, freefalling, falling heavily into the air, crashing onto the lawn of the garden, panting heavily.

"Are you alright?" Bai Hua ran out, her face covered in sweat from dancing.

"It's okay, it's nothing serious, don't worry."

"You scared me, you know? I have to go back."

"What do you mean, go back? How can that be? Don't go back."

"What do you want to do?"

"Baihua, I love you, I'm so lonely."

"I know you're a little drunk."

"Oh, I'm drunk. Am I drunk?"

"Yes, you're drunk. You should go home, and I'll go home too. Let's get some rest. How about we have dinner together tomorrow?"

"Don't go, I need you, Baihua. Will you come with me tonight?"

"No, I can't tonight, I'm too tired."

"Why not? You're tired of me."

"No."

Baihua, that beautiful girl, left just like that. If only I had been a little more patient and romantic, this mistake almost happened to Qianqian. Don't beautiful girls need patience? Baihua could have just waited until tomorrow to have a fun day together, go shopping, have a meal, do some shopping, chat, and sit sweetly on a park bench, whispering sweet nothings to each other—everything would have been perfect. I was too rude.

"Fortunately, I behaved properly in front of her. I had to be patient, even with this kind of little vixen."

Patience is nonsense. Once good habits are broken, bad habits are formed—that's Venus's curse. She's transformed into a tempting goddess, stirring within her. Intoxication is the best motivator for love. Seeking different worlds of love—different states of mind will create different worlds of love. How she got here, she doesn't know.

"Manager, I only want a foot massage."

“Okay, Sangkun, it’s on me.”

Sangkun, having experienced too much as a waiter in the lobby, has gained some insight, and this is the only explanation. He was destined to be with a decent girl but couldn't be with her, losing his rationality. If he had a little more patience, he would have succeeded. But regardless, love comes first, and love and affection are different.

Then I thought of Shi Qianqian, that girl. She spent a full six years on Jane Eyre, and what was the result? The result was that she became very pessimistic and insecure in front of women. But no matter what, love came first and then affection. Love and affection are not the same.

In the Shangdi University Student Apartment, all the renters are young people from all over the country, and almost all of them are busy working in computer sales during the day. Some are employees, while others are entrepreneurs. They are busy with work during the day and only come back here at night.

"You've gone too far. Now my girlfriend is complaining, and Baihua is even going to break up with her."

“Boss, I created such a great opportunity for you. Baihua is definitely a good girl. Couldn’t you have been a little more patient, put in some effort, go for walks in the park together, spend time with her, and she would definitely have become your lover? Now look what happened, Baihua found a boyfriend as soon as she was heartbroken.”

"You found a boyfriend as soon as you were heartbroken? So fast."

"My girlfriend became the first person in her dorm to find a boyfriend."

"It's all my fault for being too impatient."

"It's not about being impatient. You have to be patient when you're dating. If someone is already throwing themselves at you, just be a little more romantic and they'll fall into your arms."

Is there still a chance to salvage the situation?

"Make amends? Twice? They met with you twice, and you acted like Caesar. How could that be possible? But you can't be blamed for it."

"It's too late to regret."

"That's right, love really requires patience, and love and romance are not the same thing."

"I have to go back to my dorm. She'll be here soon."

"She really has a strong sex drive."

"Of course, I just found my boyfriend. The novelty hasn't worn off yet, and I'm exhausted from having sex several times a day."

However, the past is over; now there's Shi Qianqian. This little girl is quite wild, and if they had a passionate, tumultuous love affair, it would be incredibly exciting. For now, let's make Shi Qianqian our dream lover.

"Manager, we made 30,000 yuan today."

"It's all thanks to Brother Yan who helped us."

"Brother Yan is a really nice guy."

"Of course, I met him as soon as I joined the company, and he helped me when I started my own business." During the day, he was busy and worked very hard. He had to keep an eye on potential customers in the market. He indulged in drinking and eating, and his brothers worked very hard because the manager was also a bachelor. Money could be spent and then come back. He was busy during the day and partied every night. It had no impact on his career development. Drinking and eating could make people believe in him and submit to him. Everyone hoped that the manager would become the legendary Bill Gates or Steve Jobs of Apple. Apple was a mythical legend, and the Windows interface was so friendly. Apart from entertaining clients, he spent part of his time with his brothers and part of his time wandering among women.

"Can you please stop calling my house?"

"I love you."

"It's impossible between us."

"why?"

"For no reason other than it's impossible."

He still thought about the beautiful Tangshan girl in his mind, how incredibly alluring she was. Later, when they were selling clothes in Qinhuangdao, she had thought about dating him, but that was impossible. The heavy Tangshan accent still echoed in his ears.

"Okay, don't worry, I won't call your home again."

"Who is it?" A phone call came in; it was a woman's call.

Is that Qianqian?

"It's not a guess."

"It's Qianqian."

The phone call ended. It was like Athena and the girl from Tangshan, a sudden love affair. Athena and the girl from Tangshan were the same type. Suddenly, she lost the opportunity to date both girls. Is it really that hard to fall in love? Qianqian, let's go to Shi Qianqian's place at Nana Disco to spend this long night.

"Let's go, we won't leave until we're drunk tonight."

"It's so late, brother, don't go."

"No, I want to win Qianqian's love. I'm in pain."

"After drinking so much, how can you not feel unwell?"

“Go ahead, brother, we’ll go with you.”

"But we can't let tomorrow's business be delayed."

"It's been so long, when has it ever been delayed? At worst, you've had too much to drink, just rest in your apartment for a day. You really should find a lover."

"Are you kidding me? Where is your lover?"

“Brother Sang, you went to Nana Disco with your older brother. What do you think of that girl? She's got you all smitten.”

"She's pretty slutty, just a little whore, but the older brother is just too infatuated with her."

Think about it, there have been quite a few absurd things he's done when it comes to love and romance.