Xiao Yue had already stood up, her face flushed as she shyly gazed at the two men who had just sandwiched her delicate body and raped her. After her lust subsided, she suddenly felt a surge of shame and embarrassment. She glanced at the two men, then dared not look again. She moaned, lowered her head, and gently stroked the hem of her skirt. Just then, Wang Xiong came to wipe the dirty fluid from her thighs with her tight black panties. She bit her lip, stood there, legs slightly apart, and let Wang Xiong wipe her. Yang Wei had just torn a large tear in her black, tulle, lingerie, from the neckline all the way to her belly button. It was now tattered, barely covering her body. The thin tulle drooped softly, revealing her snow-white chest and flat stomach. It couldn't even completely cover her two tall, firm breasts, leaving their high, mounded mound exposed, and the delicate nipple on her right breast was also visible.
Xiao Yue glanced at Yang Wei's ripped black tulle lingerie with a hint of regret. She rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying! You ripped up a nice piece of clothing! How am I supposed to wear it again?" Yang Wei smiled and slid his hand from the torn part of Xiao Yue's nightgown to her tall, firm breasts. He gently grasped them, kneading and caressing them tenderly, smiling, "Why feel bad? It's not expensive. I'll just buy you another one someday." Xiao Yue bit her lip and said, "This is the first gift you bought me since we started dating. It's nothing to you, just a cheap find on Taobao. But to me, it means a lot. It represents our love, and my first time. You could buy a thousand more, but they wouldn't be as precious as this one." As she spoke, her eyes welled up.
Only then did Yang Wei remember that this black tulle lingerie was indeed the first gift he had bought for Xiao Yue since they started dating. Yang Wei, a Dai from the mountains, lived so poor he could barely afford three meals a day. He relied on part-time jobs and scholarships to pay for his university education. Before meeting Xiao Yue, he was so broke he could only buy a portion of rice from the cafeteria after everyone else had finished eating, secretly eating it with pickles. He couldn't even afford a two-yuan vegetarian dish.
Although Xiao Yue's family was also modest, it was far better off than Yang Wei's. So, after they started dating, Xiao Yue never let Yang Wei buy her gifts. She even occasionally helped out when Yang Wei was struggling, even dragging him along for meals, always paying for her own meals. This deeply touched Yang Wei. Back then, beautiful female college students like Xiao Yue often found wealthy men while still in school. Those willing to love a broke, unremarkable student like Xiao Yue, without regrets, were rare indeed. So, when Yang Wei and Xiao Yue were in college and dating, he vowed countless times to himself that he would make Xiao Yue happy and leave her life without regrets. He couldn't give her money, but he could give her love.
Yang Wei bought her this sexy black tulle camisole nightgown for her first birthday after they started dating. At that time, they had been dating for almost ten months, and this was Xiao Yue's first official gift from Yang Wei. She hadn't expected Yang Wei to be so flirtatious. They were celebrating at a small restaurant. To show her respect for Yang Wei's first gift, Xiao Yue, despite Yang Wei's dissuasion, opened the exquisitely wrapped gift box in the restaurant and, in front of a room full of strangers, flaunted the nightgown. The entire restaurant erupted in laughter, so humiliating that Xiao Yue nearly ducked under the table.
However, despite her shyness, Xiao Yue still held onto the black, muslin nightgown tightly, not wanting to throw it away to prove her innocence. That very night, Xiao Yue shyly took Yang Wei's hand and went to a student hostel near Jiaotong University. She checked in with her ID card and, biting her lip, stripped off all her clothes before donning the nightgown Yang Wei had bought her. That very night, their first sexual encounter took place.
Yang Wei still vividly remembers the scene of them, naked and entangled in the small hotel bed, making love as if it were yesterday. But he couldn't remember ever buying Xiao Yue such a nightgown. He couldn't remember that Xiao Yue had worn it for years, never willing to throw it away, constantly wearing it. It was his first birthday gift. If he had remembered, he wouldn't have torn up this nightgown that held such profound meaning for them both. But he truly couldn't remember. At that moment, looking at Xiao Yue, tears welling in her eyes and biting her lip, he suddenly felt that everything that had happened before was so unreal. He suddenly wanted to ask Xiao Yue: Did those youthful years three years ago truly belong to us, to this world? The disconnect between campus and society was so great that it made him doubt all the beautiful things that had happened in that ivory tower.
Was it a dream?