Fairy can't

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In early autumn, the daytime heat was chilled by a night's chill, and as dawn broke, a thick white fog condensed. The

camphor trees in the Ghost Forest, their tall branches appearing and disappearing in the mist, resembled pillars of heaven atop the clouds in mythology.

A light, melodious copper bell rang through the forest, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the woods.

Suddenly, with a splash, a flock of birds took flight.

A gray figure leaped down from the dense foliage. It was a child, not yet of age, dressed in tattered

clothes . His disheveled hair was loosely tied into a bun on his head, swaying as he moved

. His face was no better, filthy and oily,

with However, his large, dark eyes were remarkably bright. He picked up the copper bell that had fallen to the ground and strode towards

the deep pit before him. The pit was at least as tall as a person and wide enough to fit a large table. Lying in the pit was a living person,

about his age, a little girl, naked. Her body was larger than that of

Old Hu's Her skin was whiter than tofu, her slender back like a lotus petal in early summer, fair with a hint of pink. Her jade-like legs were curled up

, revealing two exquisitely round little bottoms, utterly adorable. The young man was dumbfounded. This little girl

was beautiful, but he could only feast his eyes; his stomach was empty. He hadn't seen anything for two days and two nights, and he

hadn't caught a wild boar, not even a silly rabbit. She might even be some young lady from a wealthy family; getting into trouble with the law would be enough to

give him a hard time. He made up his mind and was about to slip away when the little girl turned around, not treating him like

a stranger , generously letting him feast his eyes. Her black hair reached her waist, and her loose sideburns fell straight down to her chest, each strand

as fine as newly cut thread.

Her features were exquisite, and her beautiful eyes were watery, making one's heart flutter.

She stared at the man outside the pit, and he couldn't move his feet, cautiously asking

, "Miss... are you alright? Where do you live?"

The girl didn't answer, just stared at him blankly.

Seeing this, the boy had no choice but to tie a rope to a nearby tree and climb down into the pit.

He tried to keep his gaze upward, not looking at anything he shouldn't: "Well, I don't know which

family you belong to, nor do I know what happened to you. I dug this pit for hunting, and no one expected you

to fall in. Now that I've pulled you out, we're even! Is that okay?"

After saying that, he looked at the woman's face, which showed neither anger nor gratitude, but a tiny bit of curiosity.

The woman smiled at him and walked towards him. The boy's breath hitched. He thought to himself,

"My goodness, such a beautiful, living person, and completely naked, right in front of me

! It's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight!"

The thought of a ghost made his heart tighten. Could this really be some kind of bewitching vixen? I hope she doesn't eat me! But seeing that

she meant no harm, he chuckled to himself that he'd watched too many plays and dramas. He figured she was probably some girl from a poor family who had wandered off

and ended up in this desolate place. But her clothes were gone. Had she been taken advantage of by bad guys?

So, disregarding the impropriety of men and women, he turned his back and squatted down: "Come on, I'll carry you up!"

The girl didn't react for a long time, so the boy had to put her hand on his shoulder, lift

her up, and place his hands on her thighs. The warm, virginal fragrance filled his nostrils, and her fingers were delicate and smooth, making him

feel restless. After they got out of the pit, the boy put her down and asked, "My name is Li Su. What's your name?

Which I can take you home!"

The girl just stared at him and smiled blankly. Li Su was at a loss for what to do. He thought to himself, "Is she not smart enough?

Or mute?" Fortunately, he had learned a few words from that poor scholar.

So he gestured as he spoke, "Can you write? Why don't you write something for me?"

The girl remained unmoved. Li Su was at his wit's end. He couldn't bear to leave her

behind. He had nowhere to go , sometimes hungry, sometimes full. Only that poor scholar took pity on him, occasionally helping him out and even teaching him to read and

write. Thinking of the poor scholar, his heart warmed, and he impulsively took her there, hoping he could think of a solution. "You

won't say anything, so come with me."

He said, leading the way. Looking at the girl, he wondered if she understood his meaning, as

she followed him. Halfway there, Li Su realized that the girl was naked. If someone saw her on the street,

who knew what they would think of him, not to mention the girl's reputation.

So he stole a coarse cloth garment halfway and gave it to her to wear.

As the two strolled along, they attracted the attention of passersby. Li Su rarely received such treatment, undoubtedly due to the

girl beauty. Although Li Su knew that fate was beyond his control, he was still in high spirits. When he arrived at the poor scholar's door

, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Old mudfish, I've brought you a treasure today, open the door!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a menacing-looking bamboo pole emerged.

He wore a long, faded white robe, which accentuated his thin frame as he walked. Indeed, he was a bamboo pole. His face was rather handsome, especially his

thick eyebrows , which looked as if they were drawn with an ink brush, strong and powerful. His hair was not tied up, but loosely styled, with

a few strands falling across his forehead, giving him a somewhat unruly air.

He grabbed Li Su's ear with one hand, yelling, "How many times have I told you! Even if I'm not your teacher, I still

owe you a debt of gratitude for your care and upbringing! How dare you be so disrespectful!"

Li Su cried out in pain, "You bookworm, let go! You're so rough! Don't you call me 'Er Gouzi'

enough of that?"

He blurted out, then quickly glanced at the girl beside him. Seeing her still looking dazed, he felt relieved

.

The scholar looked at the girl beside him, his eyes narrowing, then squinting like a weasel's. "Oh, where

did you pick up pretty wife? Hmm, at least you have some conscience, bringing her to see me!"

Li Su was secretly pleased, but dared not say anything wrong, and told him everything that had happened in the woods that morning.

The scholar patted his head, "It's alright, let her stay here. But you haven't slept at all,

are you feeling alright? Go inside and lie down for a while!"

Li Su's heart warmed, and without ceremony, he went straight in. Halfway in, the scholar seemed to remember something and shouted

, "Don't go without bathing! My bed is brand new!"

He then looked at the girl and smiled meaningfully, "You must have just taken human form!"

He then took her hand and led her into the room. The room was very simple, with a table on which were some paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones, and

several large boxes filled with thread-bound books.

There was a small, secluded window in the east wall, under which was a square table with an oil lamp, a large porcelain teapot, and a

few porcelain bowls stacked beside it.

There was also a wooden bed, the bedding washed until it was faded and patched in a few places, but it was still neat and clean. However

, the unclean Li Su lay down on it without any hesitation. He was indeed tired, and he snored heavily.

The scholar looked at her with pity and smiled, leading the girl to sit down at the table: "I know what you are, and I know you

are studying hard. It is fate that we met. As long as you do not do evil, I will raise you well!"

After saying that, he stroked the girl's head: "From now on, you will be called Mei She!"

The girl did not listen, her eyes scanning the decorations in the room. The scholar rolled up his sleeves, went out, and went into

the kitchen next door to start a fire and cook.

When Li Su woke up, the girl stared at him with her large, watery eyes, which were particularly captivating. A few dishes of rice were covered on the table;

the scholar was gone, presumably off setting up a stall to make a living. He watched the girl gesturing as she ate: "Are you hungry

? Want to eat?"

The girl pointed to the table: "Rice!"

Li Su was overjoyed: "So you're not deaf and mute! Hahaha!"

He laughed loudly, then realized his words were inappropriate. He quickly looked at the girl's expression; seeing no anger, he relaxed, pulled her

to the table, and served her a bowl of rice: "Eat!"

He then handed her a pair of chopsticks. The girl took them, holding one in each hand, and tapped them together as if fighting.

Li Su had no choice but to take the opportunity to hold her slender hands and teach her how to use the chopsticks. The meal took almost half an hour, making Li

Su secretly groan.

This girl was like a baby; everything needed to be taught. Fortunately, she learned quickly, so it wasn't too troublesome. Li Su

thought of Old Mudfish's busy work and felt secretly pleased.

After finishing their meal, he took the girl for a stroll down the bustling street. The market was lined with stalls and shops, and some shamelessly

shouted out their wares.

Mei She looked on with great interest and tried to take the girl's goods several times, but Li Su stopped her carefully, otherwise, he wouldn't have any money to give

her .

The scholar's stall was tucked away in a corner, an inconspicuous spot. No wonder he had no business. He was idly

basking in the sun, his thieving eyes darting towards the girls at Qingchun Tower. Li Su knew he was easily bullied and had been

driven to this corner by these vendors. Feeling indignant for him, Li Su sat down beside him and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Qiu Li? You've been forced to come

here !" Qiu Li

patted his hand

and said, "It's alright. You can still see the girls at Qingchun Tower from here. The scenery is quite nice!" He then spoke with a fawning expression. Just as Li Su was about to lash out, a young nobleman suddenly appeared. He was slick with oily hair and dressed in

fine clothes. He carried a folding fan and moved with a graceful, swaying gait, looking like a cunning snake.

He pushed open his folding fan, revealing a landscape painting by a renowned artist, the price of which was unknown. In a high-pitched

voice, he said, "Qiu Li, write me a couple of poems. I need them!" He

then took a silver ingot. Qiu Li, with a swift stroke of his brush, replied, "Yes, Young Master Ning!"

and wrote several poems, the content nothing more than romantic tales of scholars and beauties.

Li Su was indignant; he couldn't bear to see his elder brother being bullied and bossed around, forced to write

such rubbish.

Unfortunately, he could only think about it; he couldn't help in any way.

Young Master Ning took the paper and went to Qingchun Tower, his steps elegant, his back straight, truly

resembling a scholar.

Li Su looked disgusted. Qiu Li took the silver and placed it in his hand: "Go make two sets of clothes for Mei She!"

"Mei She? What a nasty name!"

Li Su scoffed.

This grumble earned him a slap on the head: "Go away, don't get in my way!"

Li Su glared at him, then left with Mei She. Qiu Li didn't forget to remind him, "Don't keep anything left over.

Buy whatever you want!"

Li Su felt a warmth in his heart and remained silent.

The first rays of the sun were scorching, and Qiu Li's spot was directly exposed to the sun all day, causing him

to constantly wipe the sweat from his brow. Unexpectedly, a woman in a traditional Chinese dress appeared. The woman hadn't applied any makeup, and her fresh face

was like pear blossom in early spring, bright and beautiful.

She smiled faintly, like a gentle breeze blowing into one's heart: "You're here every day, don't you

get sunburned!"

Qiu Li blushed: "Miss Xian'er, you've come to..."

Xian'er sat down, pulled a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, and handed it to him: "You don't need me to wipe you, do you?"

Qiu Li hurriedly took it: "Thank you, Miss Xian'er!"

Xian'er covered her mouth with a teasing look: "I want to learn to play the xiao (vertical flute) from you!"

Qiu Li's smile froze: "Miss Xian'er, I'm just a poor scholar, how could I play the xiao! Don't make things difficult for me

!"

"Oh, is that so? But I found a good thing at the Qian family pawnshop, Mr. Qiu, do you want me to

continue ?"

Qiu Li smiled awkwardly: "You mean a purple bamboo xiao? To my shame, it belonged to a deceased friend. When it came into

my possession, I was in dire straits, so I pawned it for some money!"

Xian'er's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and she grabbed Qiu Li's hand tightly: "What did you say? Ren Jiu, don't die?"

Qiu Li nodded.

"How did he die?"

The first reply was, "He drank himself to death!"

Qiu Li's hand was slowly released, and the young lady Xian'er looked dejected: "I already told him not to drink so much

, but in the end, I still couldn't avoid this!"

She then stood up and apologized: "Mr. Qiu, I was out of control just now, please forgive me!"

Qiu Li smiled charmingly and said confidently, "Miss Xian'er is pure and virtuous.

There are plenty of , so why bother with Ren Jiubie? Why don't you take a look at the man in front of you!"

Xian'er looked at him with disgust: "I've been looking at you for a long time, and I felt that you looked somewhat like him

, so I investigated your background, but I found nothing. I was really blind. How could someone like you

be him! Forgive my rudeness, farewell!"

After saying that, she turned to leave, but turned back halfway: "Mr. Qiu, how much money do you earn in a day?"

Qiu Li chuckled: "On bad days, I don't earn anything, but on good days, I can get a few taels of silver from big spenders."

Xian'er took out a gold hairpin from her hair and placed it on the table: "This is enough to sell for you for an afternoon. Come with me!"

Qiu Li looked at the resolute woman in front of him and was confused. He could only pick up the gold hairpin, pack up his stall,

and follow Xian'er into Qingchun Tower.

Xian'er led him into her boudoir. Light gauze curtains hung in the air, incense wafted around them, and a guqin sat on the altar.

Xian'er gestured for him to sit, ordered several small dishes, and poured him some wine.

Qiu Li hurriedly declined, "Miss Xian'er, this is too much for me!"

"It's on me! Drink as much as you like! Look at this: Linglongfang's Seven Emotions and Six Desires, Shiweitian's First-Class Roast Goose,

Wujiachuan 's West Lake Vinegar Fish, Linji's Walnut Pastries. And this long-lasting Ruzhou Laojiao! Try it!"

Qiu Li looked at the feast before him, "Miss Xian'er, I don't drink!"

"I paid for you to keep me company. Drink, and not only drink, but get drunk!"

Unable to refuse, Qiu Li drank a cup, but the spiciness made him cough repeatedly. Xian'er stood on the altar, took

up her guqin, and a melodious tune suddenly rose, carrying a hint of melancholy, like the endless longing of a separated lover.

Qiu Li, however, ate heartily, paying no heed to this advice. Soon he was drunk and passed out at the table. Xian'er

sighed , "It really wasn't him!"

She then helped him to bed, undressing him. Once naked, his thin frame resembled

a lamb to the slaughter. Xian'er looked at his chest; a burn mark lay there like an ugly toad,

pulsating with each breath. Xian'er touched the mark, feeling a burning pain in her fingertips as if touching a candle flame. "

Why ? Why was this burned? You are Jiu Bie, aren't you? Aren't you?" "

Having said that, she pounced on him. (Her fragrant lips lightly touched his forehead, as if igniting a fire, and she couldn't stop herself.

The emotions that had been suppressed for too long were stirred up. She frantically kissed the man's lips, gently prying open his

mouth with her tongue, which slipped into his mouth like a slender snake, entwining with his tongue. Then, the tip of her tongue slid from his cheek to his earlobe, which

she gently took into her small mouth, biting it slightly with her pearly teeth. Her tongue moved up and down his earlobe. Before long, Qiu

Li's face turned red, and a pillar rose between his legs. He opened his eyes and mumbled, "You... this is..."

"What are you doing?"

Xian'er saw he was awake and kissed his nose. "I don't care, I want you today."

Her eyes seemed to blaze with fire. She quickly stripped off her clothes, her jade legs straddling his hips, her

vulva pressing against his erect penis. She swayed her hips. "Tell me, are you Jiu Bie!"

Qiu Li couldn't bear being manipulated like this. He almost ejaculated, but he held back, his handsome face flushed

red , and he shook his head.

Xian'er was also in pain. At this moment, she was overflowing with lust, her lower body already soaked. She

rubbed against his penis, and soon she could hear soft breaths coming from her nose. Without saying a word, she covered his

mouth with hers and began to thrust wildly, clinging to him like an octopus, hugging him tightly,

as if wanted to... Melting herself into his body, Qiu Li couldn't control himself either. His lower body was throbbing with pleasure, the friction from her

stimulating him. But he was blocked, unable to cry out. He could only let

the woman's tongue roam freely in his mouth, occasionally darting out to be taken into her mouth, her tongue gently teasing

him. After a few strokes, Qiu Li thrust his hips forward, and Xian'er seemed to know he was about to climax. She lowered her buttocks, pressing herself tightly

against his erection, biting his tongue and refusing to let go. A surge of heat shot into her abdomen, and her clitoris

also leaked a little fluid. Xian'er looked at the man before her. He seemed to be in a

daze for a moment when he ejaculated, looking somewhat like Jiu Bie. Xian'er looked at him and asked, "Was it comfortable?"

He nodded mechanically.

"Do you still want it?"

He couldn't bring himself to say it. It was impossible not to, but he didn't know

what Xian'er was up to.

So he stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to say.

Xian'er giggled, her jade hand grasping his limp genitals, gently stroking them with her fingertips. He felt as if

a cool breeze had touched the burning heat beneath him, a refreshing sensation that sent a shiver down his spine, making him itch with desire. His lower body stirred

again . Xian'er glared at him, climbed off him, wiped the remaining semen from his stomach with a silk

handkerchief, and then wiped his penis. She gently blew on his limp member, as if playing a prank .

Qiu Li looked at the beauty; her breasts hung low, swaying slightly, her round, full buttocks

swaying alluringly.

Xian'er smiled reproachfully at him, "Do you like it?"

Qiu Li swallowed hard and nodded. Xian'er opened

her small mouth and took his penis in. Instantly, Qiu Li felt as if he had entered a warm and moist place.

Something wet and soft licked upwards from the base of his penis, causing it to tremble slightly and slowly swell

. Xian'er scraped around the glans with her tongue, circling it. Qiu Li's waist thrust occasionally, and

his breathing gradually became heavy. Xian'er understood and nodded, swallowing the dragon and manipulating it. The pleasure released from his lower body

made Qiu Li close his eyes. He lifted Xian'er up and placed his hands on the beauty's breasts, kneading them wantonly

. The two engorged red cherries on her chest stood erect. He flicked them with his fingers, and the beauty twisted, letting out

intoxicating gasps. He licked her neck with his tongue, kissing her all the way to her shoulder, and gently took a soft nipple into his mouth.

He sucked on her flesh, and Xian'er involuntarily hugged his head, pressing him against her neck, whispering, "I

want it!"

Qiu Li smiled wickedly, laid her down on the bed, and spread her legs. A secluded path in the courtyard came into view. Her pink vulva

was slightly open, like a coquettish little mouth. The pubic hair on it was curled up in a ball, thinning towards the belly

, forming a triangle. He used his huge root to strike the beauty's jade gate. Just as he was about to squeeze out the two petals, the beauty let out a soft moan. He

thrust forward, entering her completely. The beauty frowned, clearly a little uncomfortable. Her legs tightly gripped his

waist, preventing him from moving, and her beautiful eyes looked at him: "I'll ask you again, aren't you my good husband?"

Qiu Li smiled slightly upon hearing this: "What difference does it make whether I am or not? I've already devoured you!"

"Women are sensitive about sex. You are no different from him than I am. And look at that burn mark on your birthmark,

you are him!"

"Oh, I didn't expect Miss Xian'er to be so thoughtful!"

After saying that, he straightened his waist and moved slightly under the pressure. Xian'er was not expected by his move, and her legs went weak, no longer

as strong as before. "Good husband, you have made me miss you so much!"

After saying that, a tear rolled down her

cheek ran it over her tear stains, and gently comforted her, "I'm sorry to have made you suffer. I'll tell you later. Now, let me

satisfy you properly!"

After saying that, he thrust his long spear and began to move slowly. Xian'er was like a lost soul, tightly hugging the man in front of her,

not wanting him to separate from her again. They made love like this for half an hour. Qiu Li's movements became faster and faster, and their breathing

became heavier and heavier. Xian'er gripped the quilt tightly with both hands, and raised her buttocks to meet his powerful thrusts.

Suddenly Qiu Li's huge penis throbbed, and a warm stream gushed in. Xian'er's lower body also convulsed, and she tightly gripped

the man's penis and came.

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