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I still remember that company dinner, where I had a bit too much to drink. There was a woman at the table, four or five years older than me, who looked stunning, with a style similar to that of Yan Ni, but without the intoxicating feeling. She spoke softly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, making me want to take a second look. After a few rounds of drinks, when most people had left, I mustered up the courage to express my feelings in front of everyone. She didn't directly reject me, but instead laughed and gave me a complex look. Later, when we were leaving, she even asked me to walk her home. That night, her body was pressed tightly against mine, her breathing rapid and trembling, and after we finished, she gently wiped the sweat from my brow, saying, 'Don't think too much about it, silly boy.' At the time, I thought it was just a one-night stand, and we'd just pretend it never happened the next day. But it turned out we kept running into each other at work, and she'd occasionally send me messages asking about my well-being. I'd respond eagerly, and she'd reply quickly. Gradually, we moved from talking about work to sharing our personal lives. She'd complain about her family, and I'd share my own frustrations. On weekends, she'd sometimes invite me out for dinner or to go shopping, and our hands would touch more and more often. I have to admit, I got caught up in the excitement of it all. I thought she understood me, was gentle, and great in bed, so I started to see her as an emotional crutch. But one day, when I couldn't help but say I wanted to see her more, she fell silent for a while before responding, 'We can't keep doing this. I need to go back to my normal life.' I panicked, sending her messages, calling her, and even showing up at her doorstep. The more I tried to win her back, the more she avoided me, until she finally blocked me and quit her job. After a month of no contact, I felt empty, like I'd lost my sense of purpose. I didn't feel like working out or going to the gym, and my mind was filled with memories of her smile, her breathing, and that phrase, 'silly boy.' At night, I'd lie awake, scrolling through our chat logs, replaying our encounters in my head, and feeling depressed. I realized I'd been foolish to pursue her despite knowing she was married. Looking back, I've learned that to avoid getting trapped in a situation like this, you need to use natural push-and-pull tactics, screen for qualifications, and control the timing and logistics. When expressing interest, be subtle, like saying, 'You're so beautiful when you smile, and your eyes sparkle with secrets.' Later, when you're in contact, filter out those who aren't interested, and let them prove themselves. Choose a time that's convenient for her, and after meeting, don't bombard her with messages right away. Wait a day or two before chatting again, and make sure to showcase your own rich life, rather than just listening to her complaints. If things progress smoothly, control the flow and rhythm, choosing private spaces that are safe and discreet, and separating naturally after each encounter. In bed, be gentle, but don't plan for the future right away. Leave space for her to invest in the relationship herself, and if she cools off or says she can't do it anymore, don't panic. Instead, pull back, reduce contact, and focus on yourself. After a few weeks, post a high-quality update on social media, showing off your fitness progress, travel photos, or social life, and let her see that you're doing better. The less you care, the more curious she'll become. Treat each experience as a lesson, enjoy the process, and remember that there are plenty of options out there. Don't put all your energy into one person. Invest in improving your appearance, fitness, social life, and meeting new people, and your state of mind will become more stable, with more choices available.