Nothing in this life is more fulfilling than sleeping with you.

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The sky was a pale, overcast blue, almost white, veiled by a thin layer of light gray. Snowflakes, taking advantage of
the moment when no one was watching, began to fall in large flakes from the desolate sky, then began to swirl and
dance , as if it wouldn't stop until evening.

In the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the ground and trees were covered in white, making the secluded valley seem even more quiet
and lonely. Suddenly, the sky brightened dramatically, as if daylight had been delayed and had only
just arrived.

This unusual brightness finally startled the children who had just finished lunch and were huddled on the warm kang (heated brick bed). They
jumped up, pushed open the wooden door, and burst into joyful shouts.

Undeterred by the cold, the children, wearing winter clothes that Aunt Nian had made from blankets, jumped, shouted, and played in the snow, their laughter
so excited and joyful! No wonder, after enduring half a year of hardship, the first heavy snow of the winter
arrived unexpectedly on New Year's Eve, as if it were a New Year's gift specially given to them by God.

Hu Jie'er, dressed less warmly than the children, her thin, bamboo-like body trembling, frequently breathed on her
hands and stepped among the children, separating those who were excessively noisy and fighting. Actually, she herself
was a child; looking at her face, who would guess she was the mother of the youngest boy?

Lan Niang leaned against the temple gate, looking at the children playing merrily on the snow below, then at the
empty mountain path leading to the temple on the left. Her heart tightened with each passing moment, as if that moment had already arrived—she, completely naked
, lying on the kang (heated brick bed), at his mercy! Thinking of that scene, Lan Niang's face burned with shame.

It was still early, and the bathwater was still heating up, yet Lan Niang was drenched in sweat, her heart racing,
her breath ragged, her face flushing and paling in turns. Touching the edge of the door, Lan Niang seemed to have no strength left to stand.
She walked along the crumbling wall, stopping and starting with each step. Taking a breath, a thought suddenly occurred to her: What if this matter turns sour
? How could she face anyone afterward?

With this thought, Lan Niang hurried to the kitchen to discuss it again with Aunt Nian. However, upon seeing
Aunt Nian, Lan Niang didn't know how to begin. After all, Aunt Nian hadn't forced her; she had been
persuaded and had agreed. Bringing up the matter again would only add to her embarrassment.

Aunt Nian was in her early forties, and if not for her excessive plumpness, she still retained a certain charm. At this moment, she raised
her plump face in front of the stove, saw it was Lan Niang, and smiled unintentionally: "The water isn't boiled yet."

Lan Niang was deeply embarrassed, and took the opportunity to speak in a coquettish tone: "Elder sister... I still think... that matter
won't work!"

Aunt Nian thought that both sides had already reached an agreement, but
she was stunned when she heard this, and then said: "Didn't we already agree? You... you have to make up your mind! You can't be so indecisive, in a moment, the rice will be cooked, and it will be too late
to regret it , and you can't blame me!"

As she spoke, she leaned slightly and lowered her voice, saying: "What? Do you... feel that you've lost out
?"

"No, it's not that..." Lan Niang blushed and bit her lip: "I was thinking... if he's not
willing ..."

As she spoke, Lan Niang herself stamped her foot in anxiety: "Then I'd rather die than risk it!"

"Well, definitely not!"

Aunt Nian knew what was going on. Although he hadn't given a definite answer, judging from his expression, he was just shy because of his youth.
So, she composed herself and a smile appeared on her face: "Sister, with your fairy-like appearance, which
man wouldn't be moved, and who could bear to leave you?"

Lan Niang hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that!"

Aunt Nian said, "Oh?"

Lan Niang, forgetting her status, blushed and said, "He... he's such a simpleton... he's never experienced anything like this before.
If he panics or gets frightened, then... what should we do?"

Aunt Nian finally understood, smiled thoughtfully, and after a while said, "How about this... I'll stay here and smooth things over for you two
."

Lan Niang was stunned, even more embarrassed, her face as red as a cloth: "How can that be? You... you're here too, I...
I can't do anything!"

"Silly child," Aunt Nian said softly, "I'll just wait outside the door. If nothing happens, that's good.
If go wrong... then I'll talk to you about it. In short, we have to make it a happy occasion. Otherwise, I'll
share the shame with you. Besides, we're deep in the mountains, there's no one else around, and the children are all young and don't understand.
What are you afraid of?"

These words really touched Lan Niang's heart. Hearing this, all her worries disappeared, and she felt relaxed all over. She blurted out,
"Then thank you very much, sister!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt that it was a little inappropriate. Her tone made it sound like she
had been looking forward to ...

Aunt Nian seemed not to notice at all, and said seriously, "I still say it, sister,
I'm the one who should say thank you... Alas, these days are really not easy. With war and chaos, if it weren't for Qin Da, how would we and the children
survive? You risked your life to repay my kindness. I should be the one kowtowing to you!"

"Sister, don't say that..." Lan Niang listened, feeling both ashamed and uncomfortable.

"Good sister, just be a selfless Bodhisattva for once..." Aunt Nian tiptoed and brushed a
stray strand of hair from Lan Niang's ear. "You're so pretty, you're even more beautiful than the Bodhisattvas in the temple."

Lan Niang felt her face flush and lowered her head, her heart pounding. "But I wonder
what ?"

With her worries gone, Lan Niang felt a surge of desire, her cheeks flushing even more, her delicate skin seemingly glistening with moisture
. Aunt Nian saw this but pretended not to notice, saying, "The water's ready."

Lan Niang nodded. After Aunt Nian closed the door behind her and left, locking it from the inside, she turned back, her heart pounding
again. The pot of water was now making a soft "plop" sound, rising in wisps of steam. Lan Niang felt
a surge of heat, the round neckline so tight it hurt her neck. She couldn't help but loosen the buttons, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin
, and felt a slight coolness on her chest.

Suddenly remembering that her fair skin hadn't been bathed for months, she quickened her pace and
rushed to the stove, turning off the fire.

She grabbed the bathtub and started stirring the water with a wooden ladle, the splashing sound stirring Lan Niang's thoughts. Lan Niang felt both annoyed
and amused: "That Aunt Nian, what was she thinking? 'New Year's Eve dinner,' huh? Did she intend to
steam my white flesh for him to eat?"

Thinking this, Lan Niang couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She began to feel a slight itch all over, so she added a large bucket of cold water...
She eagerly stripped off her clothes. Although the temple was dilapidated, a fire always burned in the stove, so it wasn't too cold. However,
there was a large crack in the wall by the window, letting in white light and a cold wind. Lan Niang, naked, grabbed a bundle of
firewood and moved it to block the crack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity
,

she peeked out
through light. One leg stepped into the deep tub, and the sudden contrast between hot and cold made her quickly lift
her bare foot high, testing the temperature with her toes first. It was just right, so she confidently stepped the whole foot in. A
comforting feeling spread from her thighs, and Lan Niang closed her eyes and groaned, then stepped in with her other leg.

As if that wasn't enough, Lan Niang squatted down, the hot water reaching her chest.
Her bright red nipples, barely visible above the water, were half-submerged, her two heavy, snow-white breasts revealing their mounds –
truly "white, tender, and delicious.

" Lan Niang couldn't help but recall the "New Year's Eve dinner" analogy, a surge of self-satisfaction rising within her. She picked up one breast to examine it closely: Despite
the past year's hardships – the first few months of wandering, the latter months confined to a dilapidated temple – it hadn't "starved" it thin.
Long by a man's large hands, it appeared even firmer and more erect!

Then, remembering Qin Da's "eating" that evening, Lan Niang felt a mixture of joy and shame, powerless as if possessed.
She submerged herself even deeper in the water, her exposed crotch, her most delicate area, now slightly itchy from the hot water
. Lan Niang reached down to wash herself, weakly thinking: Tonight, this is where I'll be
subjected to some kind of shameful torment.

But the more she touched herself, the more unbearably itchy it became. Lan Niang couldn't bear it any longer. She jumped out of
the water lowered her head, and parted her sparse pubic hair. Below the mound, a bright red slit peeked out. Heavens,
she was incredibly ashamed!

Lan Niang only glanced at it before hurriedly submerging herself again—how did it become like this? As a married woman,
Lan Niang knew perfectly well that such a state…as if she had endured hundreds of thrusts from a man, her private parts flushed with blood,
hence the shameful redness.

What was wrong with her today? If it were a longing for a man, her husband had been gone for almost two years, and she hadn't even realized it
. Never before had she felt so restless, as if insects were crawling all over her. She had to blame Aunt Nian;
if she hadn't brought up that topic so casually, she wouldn't have thought of it that way. She lived like a jar of still water,
pure and bland, which was peaceful enough.

Lan Niang sighed deeply, resting her head on the edge of the basin. Her thoughts began to drift, the past like smoke
, rising and spreading like the steam in the basin…

Lan Niang remembered her childhood, when the world wasn't so desolate. Her father taught at the private school of the wealthy Cao family in the neighboring county. His tuition,
while not generous, was enough for the three of them to live a warm and contented life.

From the year Lan Niang was fourteen, several neighboring provinces suffered severe droughts, resulting in poor harvests. For the first few months, the villagers
endured the drought, occasionally gathering to discuss the situation. Some complained about the heavens, others about the incompetence of corrupt officials. They all tightened their belts and managed to get through
the difficult year.

The following year, the drought worsened, and the people began to panic. More and more people sought refuge with relatives and neighbors. One night in
July , the Cao family, where my father was staying, was suddenly robbed
. My father escaped with his life and fled home in the dark.

He stayed indoors for several days, not daring to go out. After a while, he mustered the courage to go out and find out what was going on. He overheard the villagers talking about
how the notorious killer "Yao the Bearded" from Jiufeng Mountain had come to the nearby county, leading a gang of thugs to plunder and loot
everywhere , stealing money, grain, and women. They were incredibly ruthless. Anyone with a bit of wealth had recently
fled to the county seat—where at least there were a few hundred slovenly soldiers and a few broken city gates.

Later, she heard that the Taiping Rebellion, led by soldiers wearing red turbans, had broken out in the south, and the collapse of cities and prefectures was
spreading . The world seemed to be festering like a boil, destined to rot completely.

Her father sat under the lamp all night, finally making his final plans, and for the first time in his life, he efficiently handled
a major event . Fifteen-year-old Lanniang was thus arranged to marry into the county, becoming the second wife of the third son of the Liu family.

"Third Young Master Liu" sounded impressive, but he was actually quite old, a thin, frail middle-aged
scholar in his forties.

However, he treated Lanniang well; in the years since their marriage, he had never scolded her.
In the secluded courtyards of large families, there were many trivial and troublesome matters. Lanniang, being young, often suffered in silence. Although Third Young Master Liu didn't say
anything, he would often cast concerned and tender glances at her, which dispelled her grievances.

Only one thing made Lanniang constantly uneasy. Young Master Liu was already frail, and due to his family's declining fortunes, he had to personally
venture out and painstakingly navigate the relationships with his relatives and neighbors. When the night was quiet and still, he would cast aside all his worries and
indulge in the gentle, slightly reproachful tenderness of Lan Niang, becoming exceptionally unrestrained and lacking in self-control.

Because he rarely found such moments of relaxation, Lan Niang couldn't bear to dissuade him, gradually allowing him to become like a gluttonous, playful
child . In bed, they explored every imaginable and unrestrained activity, making him increasingly susceptible to illness, headaches, and fevers
.

As for Lan Niang, her constitution was slender and delicate, lacking fullness, and she couldn't tolerate the repeated nights of passion. Every morning, when she woke up late and
looked in the mirror, she was mortified by the faint bluish tinge around her eyes, and because her skin was so fair, even makeup
couldn't conceal it . Stepping out of her room, the night's indulgence seemed written all over her face; she dared not look up at anyone…

Thinking of this, Lan Niang couldn't help but feel ashamed and embarrassed. She splashed her hands in the water, then suddenly realized
the water was cold. Looking outside, she saw the sky was darker than before, and even the children's noise had subsided .
She didn't know what time it was. Afraid of being laughed at by Aunt Nian for washing for too long, she quickly washed herself again, straightened
her clothes, put on her padded jacket, and carried the water outside to empty it.

Lan Niang's hair was still wet, so she went to find the children, only to find Aunt Nian supervising them
as they picked and washed wild vegetables. She felt relieved.

Aunt Nian looked up and saw Lan Niang leaning against the door, looking around. "You've washed? It's alright here. Your hair is still wet;
go comb it. You'll be ready to cook rice when you come back."

Suddenly, the young girl seemed to know something. Although she was young, she had raised children; what didn't she
know about matters between men and women? She glanced at Lan Niang, then lowered her head and chuckled softly.

Aunt Nian, afraid of embarrassing Lan Niang, nudged Hu Jie'er with the back of her hand: "You silly child, are you possessed
? What are you laughing about? Hurry up and pick up the vegetables!"

Hu Jie'er laughed, "Oh dear! Auntie, your hands are so hard, they're hurting my back!" She giggled and
twisted her waist, glancing at Lan Niang as she did so.

Lan Niang, her face already flushed, retreated to her room, closed the door, and
tidied herself. Unfortunately, there were no mirrors in the mountains, so she only brought a basin of water. She styled her hair into a low bun, glanced at her reflection before giving birth, but then felt it was too flashy and eye-catching, so she quickly loosened it, tying it into a
simple updo typical of young women. After a moment's hesitation, she added a subtle pearl flower, making it look slightly
coquettish, but since it was the New Year, dressing up festively was perfectly acceptable.

The cosmetics she had brought with her during her escape were long gone. She dampened her face with water and gently massaged her cheeks for a moment. As she
massaged , her face began to burn. She couldn't help but think, "What am I doing? Is it really like some people say, 'A widow
remarries, bare-chested,'

so desperate she's even throwing away her clothes and makeup?" Lost in thought for a while, she suddenly heard two light knocks on the door. Startled, Lan Niang
asked , "Who is it?" She thought it must be Aunt Nian coming to urge her arrival.

But then she heard a hoarse voice outside the door: "It's me, Qin Da!"

Lan Niang's heart pounded, filled with shame and confusion. She thought, "Oh dear, why is he here?" She wanted to
open the door, but her mind was too chaotic to know how to face him.

Then, a chuckle came from outside the door. Lan Niang snapped out of her daze, opened the door, and blushed, spitting, "Pah! You
little hussy, see if I let you get away with this!" She reached out to grab Hu Jie'er's hair.

Hu Jie'er dodged and laughed, "Sister Lan, a bride shouldn't be so arrogant!"

"You still dare to talk!" Although Lan Niang stopped, her expression was genuinely anxious.

Hu Jie'er suppressed a laugh and said, "Alright! Alright! I won't say anything more. Look... I brought you a pair of shoes, see if they fit
?"

Lan Niang said, "Oh my, how come you have these?!"

These were a pair of small satin shoes with red silk toes and gold-embroidered edges, light and soft to the touch. Such shoes
were completely unsuitable for fleeing, only for walking in the boudoir and admiring in the tent. Lan Niang's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly
understood . Her ears burned, and she scolded, "You little hussy, using this frivolous thing to make fun of me again!"

Hu Jie'er said, "What's so special about this? Back in the village... at home, who doesn't have three or four
pairs? Just look at it, does it fit?"

Lan Niang couldn't help but compare it to her feet. Her feet were never big, but it seemed to fit perfectly. She took off one of her old
cloth shoes , tried it on, and found it to be comfortable. Grateful for Hu Jie'er's thoughtfulness, she
couldn't bring herself to scold her anymore. She lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears, but not wanting Hu Jie'er to see, she wiped her face with her sleeve and
forced a smile.

Hu Jie stretched out her arms, embraced Lan Niang's neck, and rested her chin on Lan Niang's neck, gently rubbing against her: "Good
sister , this past year, you've treated me even better than a real sister. I don't know how to thank you enough. This morning, Aunt Nian secretly
told me about her plans, and I just knew it was a good thing, and I was overjoyed. Brother Qin is a good man, but his life is
hard, all alone. Sometimes when I see him suffering, I wish I could..."

"Now it's all good. With you taking care of him, we're more like family. Although I'm young, I'm not
ignorant. Sometimes I like to joke around, but that's just playfulness. Aren't you angry with me?"

Lan Niang was deeply moved. Hu Jie was a clever little girl, quick-witted, and a young widow. Lan Niang noticed
that she had always shown some affection for Qin Da, but unfortunately, Qin Da was a blockhead, and the two ultimately didn't end up together. When Aunt Nian came to
matchmake Lan Niang with Qin Da, Lan Niang had mentioned Hu Jie'er. Aunt Nian said, "Can't you tell? Qin
Da's eyes aren't on her; he probably sees her as a younger sister."

Then whose eyes were on him? Lan Niang felt guilty and didn't want to ask further. After Aunt Nian's persuasion, she shyly
agreed but she still had a knot in her heart, worried that Hu Jie'er would be jealous and make things awkward for everyone.

She hadn't expected Hu Jie'er to be so understanding and sensible. She felt both gratified and tender towards her, and secretly had an
idea hugged Hu Jie'er tightly, saying, "Good sister, don't be silly. How could I bear to be angry with you? Anyway, we're
family, no matter what."

Hu Jie'er didn't pay attention to Lan Niang's words, but instead pressed her face against Lan Niang's hairline and took a deep breath, "Ah, it smells so good!
What did you put on?"

Lan Niang smiled and shook her head, "In this remote mountain temple, where would I find anything to put on?"

The two smiled at each other, held hands affectionately, and walked together towards the kitchen. Seeing the children huddled around the stove
for warmth , their hungry eyes fixed on the pot, steam rising and filling the room with a fragrant aroma, it turned out that Aunt Nian
had already started simmering pheasant soup.

Seeing the two enter, Aunt Nian wiped the hem of her skirt and sighed, "It's a pity we don't have enough salt."

Suddenly, the girl asked, "Where's Brother Qin? Hasn't he come back yet?"

Aunt Nian replied, "Yes, I told him this morning to come back early. Sometimes he's so engrossed in hunting that he doesn't pay attention to the weather
. Mantong, go stand outside and see if your Uncle Qin has returned."

Mantong was an orphan they had met during their escape. He had followed the group, and Aunt Nian had taken him in as her godson. He loved
being ordered around and running errands, so he immediately agreed and ran outside, exclaiming, "Wow, the snow is falling even harder!"

Hearing this, the other children rushed outside to see the snow. Aunt Nian said, "That boy Qin Da is so
stubborn . He seems determined to fight the heavens. The more the snow falls, the more excited he gets! Look! It's getting dark, and with this heavy snow,
the roads will be so difficult to travel. I'm really worried about him!"

Lan Niang thought, "Today is New Year's Eve. How could Qin Da not know? Perhaps he's just too engrossed in hunting to come home
. I hope something bad has happened to him." She was anxious but didn't say anything. She grabbed a bundle of firewood, piled it by the stove, and then
helped prepare the dishes. Her heart was still wandering in the snow.

Suddenly, she heard the children outside shouting in unison, "Uncle Qin—! Uncle Qin—!" Lan Niang's heart tightened
, and she stopped what she was doing. She saw Aunt Nian running towards the door, complaining, "Finally back, that Qin
Da!"

Hu Jie lowered her eyes, bent down, and silently added fuel to the fire. The firelight illuminated her pale
face, making her look pitiful. Lan Niang felt a pang of loss, thinking to herself, "She's still just a child."

She was staring blankly at Hu Jie's slender waist when she suddenly heard Hu Jie giggle, "Sister, come and see!"

Lan Niang was startled, went to the stove, and looked in the direction Hu Jie was pointing.
She

blushed instantly, "Pah! You little brat, always thinking about such things, don't you know shame!" There was a piece of broken wood in the stove, glowing red-hot and pointing upwards, radiating heat and poised to strike, resembling
a man's thick, engorged penis.

Hu Jie lowered her head and giggled shyly. Meanwhile, the children came in, surrounding Qin Da, and Aunt Nian pulled Qin Da aside...
She used her sleeves to brush the snow off him. Lan Niang quickly nudged Hu Jie, and the two stepped forward to greet Qin Da, thanking him
for his hard work .

Suddenly, Sister Hu exclaimed, "Oh dear, Brother Qin, why is your shoulder covered in blood?!"

Aunt Nian had also noticed the bloodstains on his clothes, assuming it was from the game, which was normal. But upon closer inspection, the
bloodstains seemed to have seeped up from under his clothes, still damp, and she was also surprised: "Qin...you blood...
oh dear ! Are you injured?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Qin Da glanced hastily at Lan Niang, lowered his head, and threw
the burlap sack he was carrying on the ground: "I was lucky today, caught two wild rabbits this morning. I figured we still had quite
a few left at the temple, so I rushed to the town outside to exchange them for some oil, salt, fruit, and vegetables..."

Aunt Nian interrupted, "Oh, you child, injured and still running so far! Let me see, there's
a doctor in town, did you bandage your wound?"

"I didn't get injured in the mountains..."

Qin Da realized his mistake as soon as he said it, quickly shrugged past Aunt Nian, sat down by the stove to warm himself, and forced a smile, saying:
"I told you, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Avoiding everyone's gaze, he breathed on his hands to
warm . Then, he stared blankly at the firelight, his expression quite different from usual, not like he was alright.

The others were all uneasy. Lan Niang bit her lower lip slightly and said softly, "If something happened, tell us so we can
discuss it . You're not the type to cause trouble, so how did you get injured in town? How badly are you hurt? Let us see so we can be
at ease."

Qin Da didn't dare look at Lan Niang, listening through gritted teeth. After a long while, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, and he resolutely turned around, revealing his chest, saying,
"Fine! I'll let you see..."

There, the skin was torn and flesh was raw, blood was flowing everywhere, and his strong pectoral muscles were completely exposed, without any bandaging or treatment.
The others screamed in unison, and the children huddled together, trembling, also casting fearful glances.

"Lan Niang, I'm so sorry. This morning, Aunt Nian told me... I was overjoyed and grateful!" Qin Da
looked up and saw Lan Niang shyly turn her neck away, her face also turning red. Then she said sadly, "But it's no use now...

I'm in town today, and by some miracle, I've learned about my wife..." Aunt Nian stamped her foot and said, "You
already have a wife? What are you talking about? I can't tell at all!"

"She's my betrothed," Qin Da said, bowing his head. "My family were originally hunters at the foot of Tongluo Mountain. My
parents arranged the marriage when I was young. Before they passed away, they urged me to get married as soon as possible. I heard that the girl's family was still young, so I delayed
for two years before asking someone to propose. I never expected... On the way to the wedding, I ran into Yao Huzi's gang of bandits from Jiufeng Mountain
. I didn't even get to see my wife before she was taken away!"

"Ah..." Aunt Nian sighed deeply with regret. Lan Niang's eyes also reddened. She gently embraced Hu Jie, who was covering her face in distress
. Women in chaotic times are already pitiful with no one to rely on, let alone being abducted and violated by bandits.

"The bandits were brutal; I figured she couldn't have survived. Most of the people who went to fetch the bride were my relatives and friends,
and many died or were injured in the chaos," Qin said, his voice trembling. "I felt ashamed before my relatives and friends, and heartbroken for my wife. The next day, I
abandoned , thinking that a man should stand tall and upright

, and even if it cost me my life, I would avenge this deep-seated hatred! "So I changed my name, intending to infiltrate the bandits and act accordingly. I searched for several years, but the bandits' whereabouts remained elusive. I had no choice but to sneak up to Jiufeng Mountain, but I was discovered and killed a few of their henchmen. I was chased by the bandits until I escaped Jiufeng Mountain. "Gradually, I learned that this band of bandits was actually divided into several groups, and there had been internal strife. Yao Hu Zi's group never returned to Jiufeng Mountain, but instead appeared on the nearby mountains. So I came to this mountain, going out to hunt every day while searching, and then I met you all..." "So your wife is still alive?" Aunt Nian asked. "The men I ran into in town were Yao Hu Zi's henchmen. I found them suspicious, so I followed them and overheard their conversation. It turns out... my wife is not only alive, but she's also carrying Yao Hu Zi's child!" Hearing this, Hu Jie'er's eyes were already brimming with tears. She couldn't help but interject, "Don't you blame her?" "Look at you, child! A young girl trapped in a den of thieves, what can you do? How can you blame her?" Aunt Nian , afraid of upsetting Qin Da, quickly scolded her, adding, "Yao Hu Zi has committed many evils, abducting many women. How can you say she's your wife?" "It was my fault that she was harmed, how could I blame her?" Qin Da shook his head and said, "Auntie, my wife has a name and surname. She was the only daughter of the Wang family, the tailors in Xitou Town. The thief was very clear about the details, how could he be wrong? I was so angry that I couldn't help but rush out to interrogate Yao Huzi and demand his whereabouts. I injured two people and was also wounded in the chest. I didn't even want to bandage my wound. I was determined to find Yao Huzi and take revenge! My poor wife is not even seventeen yet. She has been held hostage by that scoundrel for several years. I must save her from this hellhole!" "Alas," Auntie Nian sighed, "How can you fight against him all by yourself..." Qin Da knelt down and said, "Auntie, you don't need to persuade me. I came back this time to say goodbye to you!" As he spoke, his eyes looked at Lan Niang, his guilt mixed with tenderness, but his expression remained resolute. "Qin Da," Lan Niang called out, a blush creeping across her face before she quickly composed herself. "If you want to leave and seek revenge , I won't stop you, but will you listen to me for a few words?" "Of course I will!" "Alright, get up first. You can only leave when it's light tomorrow. Before dawn, whatever I tell you, you must obey." "I will naturally listen to you." Qin Da slowly stood up from in front of Lan Niang. He was burly, and the gruesome wounds on his open robe made Lan Niang appear even more delicate and fragile, pitifully beautiful. Qin Da's face was close to hers for a moment, his heart fluttering. He didn't know if what he had done was right or wrong. He just stared blankly as she left him, went to the corner of the room to get a jar, poured out some crushed tiger bone powder, and brought it over with a towel, saying, "Sit over there." Qin Da sat down as instructed. Lan Niang pulled his coat apart with her slender hands, dipped the cloth in water, and cleaned his wounds. Qin Da closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly. Not only was the pain in his chest wound unbearable, but the fragrance of orchids stirred his emotions. Lan Niang turned to Aunt Nian and said, "Elder sister, shouldn't the soup be ready?" Aunt Nian, seeing her seemingly oblivious to others, moving about as if no one else was there, a stark contrast to her usual shy demeanor, was lost in thought and unconsciously replied, "Yes, the soup has been boiling for a while." She hurriedly helped Sister Hu prepare the soup and dishes. Lan Niang waited quietly for Qin Da to expose his chest to the sun for a while, then applied tiger bone powder to the wound, carefully pressing it with her hand. Her head was lowered, her hair brushing against Qin Da's forehead, revealing a delicate, white neck that evoked pity. Qin Da...

Daring to look, a sudden urge to cry welled up inside her. She turned her head and said, "Lan Niang, I..."

Lan Niang interrupted, "Eat first."

Several people pulled over stools, and the children climbed on them one after another. They looked at Qin Da for a while, then at the table full of dishes. Hu
Jie lowered her head and remained silent. Aunt Nian fiddled with the bowls and chopsticks, and the table was completely silent. Lan Niang laughed, "What's wrong? It 's the New Year
, and everyone's become mute?"

Man Tong finally managed to say, "The snow is really heavy!" The children all laughed.

Qin Da patted Man Tong's head and said, "I'll have to rely on you a lot from now on!"

Man Tong picked up a piece of food and chewed, saying, "Uncle Qin taught me how to hunt, but I do
n't know if the rabbits will come out now that it's snowing!"

Lan Niang laughed, "They're probably afraid of you and won't dare to come out!"

Everyone laughed, and Hu Jie looked up and said, "Brother Qin! Please, don't go! If you go, you'll..." She
choked back tears.

Qin Da remained silent. Aunt Nian sighed, and Lan Niang said, "Don't say anything more, everyone, eat happily!"

With worries weighing on their minds, how could they eat heartily? Even the children were anxious and uneasy, unable to enjoy their food. Qin Da, who had a large
appetite and loved to drink, only hastily ate a bowl of rice and drank a few sips of wine before stopping,
leaving most of the food on the table uneaten.

Aunt Nian said, "I'll clean up. Qin Da's wound hasn't been bandaged yet; go and help him." She gestured towards
Qin Da's bedside.

Lan Niang didn't speak, only glancing at Qin Da before bowing and walking out.

Suddenly, Qin Da felt a surge of heat in his chest, and his body trembled. Aunt Nian urged, "Go quickly." Qin Da stood
up , covered his chest, and walked towards his bedroom. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw Sister Hu.

Sister Hu leaned against the door, hesitated for a moment, and called out, "Brother Qin..."

Qin Da thought she wanted to persuade him further and shook his head.

"Sister Hu!" Aunt Nian called out, "Come and help me tidy up!"

Sister Hu gritted her teeth and retreated from the doorway.

Qin Da stood in the darkness. The snow outside was blurred by the night, vast and boundless, stretching as far as the eye could see
. It was a desolate world, with only this dilapidated temple still holding a trace of life and warmth. He couldn't help but sigh, standing there for a long time,
until his heart seemed to freeze. He stamped his foot and strode away.

(II)

The oil lamp inside was already lit. Qin Da pushed the door open with a "bang," startling Lan Niang.

Seeing it was Qin Da, Lan Niang quickly lowered her head and said, "Sit down."

"Lan Niang," Qin Da stood still, "the injury is nothing serious, you can go back now!"

Lan Niang's eyes flashed with surprise, then she lowered her head again, "You promised, you have to listen to me."

Qin Da froze for a moment, then stammered, "Just bandaging the wound?"

"Oh dear, damn it..." Lan Niang suddenly blushed, turned her head to look at the door as if she wanted to run away,
moved her body, but finally stopped, and glared at Qin Da, "What are you thinking?"

Qin Da's face turned red, and he said in a panic, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

Lan Niang became even more embarrassed and anxious, stamped her foot, and gritted her teeth, "You idiot!"

Qin Da had never seen a woman like this before. With his heart pounding, he aggravated the wound on his chest and couldn't help but groan in pain
.

Lan Niang approached and, without a word, gently pushed him to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed): "Sit still, be a good boy!" She pulled over a long strip of cloth
and said crisply, "Take it off!" The words had barely left her lips when she covered her mouth and giggled shyly, turning away.

Qin Da knew he couldn't avoid it; if he hesitated, he would appear awkward and ridiculous. So he simply and decisively took off his robes,
exposing his upper body. The kang was heated, so he didn't feel cold.

Lan Niang, ashamed to see him undress, stood gracefully with her back to him and softly asked, "Are you done?"

Seeing that she didn't dare turn around, Qin Da's childlike nature suddenly arose. He deliberately didn't answer, using this opportunity to observe Lan Niang closely under the lamplight.
He saw that she was wearing a small floral-patterned jacket, a long skirt that reached past her knees, and small red satin shoes. Her slender waist and full
hips, a graceful figure, were concealed and restrained by the slightly worn-out jacket and skirt, yet still revealed a proper and dignified air, exuding
a refined and domestic charm.

Qin Da had long harbored a secret crush on Lan Niang, but burdened by a blood feud, he feared that if he were to draw his sword and abandon
her, he would implicate her, so he dared not easily reveal his feelings and always kept his distance.

Now, observing her up close, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He noticed a small pearl flower adorning her temple, which seemed to add
a touch of charming joy to her appearance. He also smelled her fresh fragrance after her bath, as intoxicating as a lotus blossom.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that she had deliberately bathed and groomed herself, specifically for this night when she was a widow and about to remarry. Remembering
Aunt Nian's words about bringing the two together, he felt
an intense longing to possess her, as if he could pluck her at any moment. As soon as the desire arose, a hard, erection immediately formed in his trousers. Unable to conceal or suppress it, he
frantically groped .

Lan Niang, noticing Qin Da's lack of response, figured he should be better by now. She turned around abruptly and, seeing his disheveled state,
exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Qin Da hastily covered his legs with his outer robe, letting out a slight sigh of relief, and said, "Nothing...nothing."

Lan Niang thought for a moment and guessed the gist of it. Her face flushed slightly, and she thought, "If I'm
embarrassed now, Qin Da will definitely lose face, and the situation will become awkward." So she composed herself, pretending not to see anything,
and simply said, "Sit up straight."

She unfolded the cloth strip and bent down to gather it around Qin Da's back. When she got close enough to see Qin Da's bright eyes and prominent nose, she
quickly turned her face away, swung the cloth strip around the wound, gently tightened it, and softly asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No...it hurts..." Qin Da replied dryly, his breathing rapid. It turned out that Qin Da had sensed something was amiss when Lan Niang moved closer
. However, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, leaving him no way to avoid her. He could only straighten his neck and tightly close
his lips , silently enduring the discomfort, afraid of accidentally letting out a rough breath and offending the beauty.

After a moment of stiffness, he suddenly realized that staring directly at her chin was truly unseemly, so he quickly lowered his head.
Unexpectedly , Lan Niang was at this moment in a bent-over position, her floral-patterned jacket trembling and swaying,
revealing a surging wave of skin. Being so close, it was impossible not to feel a sense of voyeurism.

Qin Da had been taught from a young age not to look at what was improper and to keep his mind upright and his eyes clear. But in that fleeting
moment, he felt blinded by her beauty. He quickly turned his head, only to see her slender waist arched and her buttocks slightly raised. He felt his throat
dry quicken, his mind in turmoil. Even though he closed his eyes tightly, his mind was a jumble of images, filled with the woman's breathtakingly alluring
figure. He thought, "People say 'women are seductive,' and it's true! If I can't control myself, not only will she
look down on , but I'll also be letting her down!"

How could Lan Niang know his secret thoughts? Seeing him sitting upright with his eyes closed, like a meditating monk, she respected him as
a man, but also felt a pang of resentment.

That evening, after hearing his story, Lanniang not only didn't give up her idea, but she also made up her mind to swallow her pride and have
this fleeting, even if, marriage, with him was just a passing fancy.

Firstly, she wanted to repay his kindness in taking in her and her daughters; secondly, she pitied his loneliness as a strong, unmarried man, fearing
he might be driven to violence by inexperience; and thirdly… for the past six months, living together in the mountains, facing a grown man and
a young, inexperienced woman, if she said she had never had any romantic feelings, even
the moon she gazed at from her window on those restless nights wouldn't believe it.

Now, the two were finally facing each other in a small room, but little did she know that a woman's chastity is difficult to maintain, and offering herself was equally difficult due to
her pride . Lanniang hesitated several times, facing such a robust and uncouth man,
she truly didn't know how to "make a move." Overwhelmed with shame and resentment, her eyes trembled and her heart was in turmoil; she twisted the strips of cloth in her hands,
unable .

Just then, a child's voice called out from outside, "Mother! Mother!"

Lan Niang was startled, wondering why Aunt Nian had "forgotten" Lan Niang's three-year-old daughter, Yan Zhu. She
felt a sense of relief and casually replied, "My dear, Mother is here!" Opening the door, her daughter Yan Zhu ran
over , covering her red cheeks from the cold, "Mother, it's so cold outside!"

Lan Niang said, "My dear, Mother will take you to the quilt room to warm up." Taking her daughter's hand, she intended to use this
opportunity cover her face and escape this awkward situation to return to her room and sort out her chaotic thoughts.

Qin Da, how could he not understand Lan Niang's feelings? Seeing her turn to leave, he felt a pang of regret, a
sense of impending separation, and an uncontrollable impulse caused him to call out in a hoarse voice, "Lan Niang!"

Lan Niang's slender back trembled, her heart filled with grievances that surged like a tide, her eyes brimming with tears, yet her hand resolutely pulled at the door
knocker. Unexpectedly, once Yanzhu entered Qin Da's warm room, she didn't want to leave. She let go of her mother's hand and said, "No, I want to
play here with Uncle Qin! Can I?" The last half of her sentence, with her bright, intelligent eyes, was directed at Qin Da
.

Qin Da, still wearing the bandage on his chest, had hastily pulled on his outer garment. Seeing Yanzhu
acting like a little adult, earnestly seeking his permission, was exactly what he wanted. He laughed heartily and said,
"Sure, Uncle Qin likes you the most. Come here! Let Uncle hug you."

Lan Niang, still with a reddened eye, scolded sternly, "Yanzhu! Don't disturb Uncle Qin's
rest ."

The two, one big and one small, ignored her completely. Qin Da caught the little body that had run towards him with both hands, and with a "Hey!" lifted her
high Yanzhu's little body trembled with laughter in his large hands.

Helpless, Lan Niang had no choice but to return and sit down to the side, scolding, "Playing so wildly!" Though her words sounded regretful, she
was secretly delighted.

Yan Zhu looked up and giggled, then suddenly reached out a small hand and touched Lan Niang's face: "Why don't you
play with us too?" Lan Niang

blushed: "I'll hit you!"

Hearing the shout, Yan Zhu hurriedly twisted her body, trying to break free from Qin Da's arms, but her feet kicked Qin Da's
injured area , causing him to wince in pain. Lan Niang scolded Yan Zhu while rushing to protect her,
but instead of catching Yan Zhu's fidgeting feet, she touched Qin Da's firm, smooth abdominal muscles, right where the belt was tied, the tendons bulging and powerful.
Lan Niang was momentarily stunned and froze.

Just then, Yanzhu landed, and Qin Da, holding her, caught a glimpse of Lan Niang's
bewildered eyes through her struggling head. For some reason, after the brief commotion, he couldn't control his emotions, and his hand slipped, falling to
grasp Lan Niang's soft, boneless hand.

Startled, the small hand tried to escape in embarrassment, but Qin Da's smooth, soft hand touched it, and his heart and soul were already
fluttering. Looking at Lan Niang's shy and delicate face, he instantly forgot all his previous concerns.
A wicked urge surged within him, and he held onto the small hand tightly, shifting Yanzhu slightly to the side
while pulling Lan Niang's hand closer.

Lan Niang was filled with surprise and shame, her heart a mixture of joy and confusion. Involuntarily, her trembling upper body was pulled
forward , and she lost her balance, collapsing softly into Qin Da's arms, her shoulder pressed tightly against Yanzhu's.

Lan Niang was so ashamed she could hardly look up. She remained hidden for a moment before finally raising her head to look for Qin Da. However, Qin Da was hidden by Yan Zhu,
and all she could hear was his heavy breathing.

Lan Niang's nose was sweating, and her cheeks were flushed red. To cover it up, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and pretended to
gently pry Yan Zhu's small shoulder, saying in a sweet voice, "Okay, okay, don't tease your Uncle Qin anymore, alright?"

Yan Zhu buried her face deep in Qin Da's shoulder and shook her head, "No, I won't!"

This was a golden opportunity! Lan Niang and Qin Da exchanged a quick glance. Suddenly, Lan Niang had
a strong premonition. Sure enough, after a moment of breathtaking heartbeat, one of Qin Da's large hands tremblingly
reached out from beside Yan Zhu's leg.

Lan Niang, her face flushed, yielded slightly, only to have him touch her waist. His hand suddenly quickened, lifting
the hem of her short jacket, his movements becoming faster and more chaotic. Suddenly, several fingers peeled open Lan Niang's undergarment, sliding
inside her skin , then rapidly climbing upwards, firmly kneading and fondling Lan Niang's full breasts.

Lan Niang cried out inwardly, "I'm going to die!" She arched her body, trying her best to protect her chest, but how could she withstand
the churning and churning beneath her clothes? Qin's large palm was rough, covered in thick calluses, and touching her delicate breasts felt like gritty sandpaper
, yet it was hot and dry, leaving her completely unresponsive.

Lan Niang lay there limp, panting, a thought flashing through her mind: "Like this, right in front of Yan Zhu...
I'll just go straight for her breasts... Turns out, no man is any better,

even that damned Qin Da... He's no exception." The scene was chaotic, both shameful and intoxicating. Her face felt like it was covered in thorns, burning
uncontrollably . Though she tried to cover her chest with her hands to stop herself, she was already falling into a frenzy, her body half-numb.

Just as the two were lost in their reverie, Yan Zhu suddenly moved slightly, breaking free from Qin Da's embrace. She pouted, frowned
, and mumbled as if she had just woken up, "Oh dear, I can't breathe!"

Lan Niang snapped out of her daze, embarrassed and helpless, and hurriedly broke free, just in time to meet Yan Zhu's body as she turned and lunged back at her.

Yanzhu's body was limp and weak. She had only snuggled against Qin Da's shoulder for a short while when her little face became sleepy.
Her eyes were slightly open as she said, "Mother, Mother, I want to sleep..." Children fall asleep as soon as they want, and her eyes closed in no time
.

The two of them were abruptly interrupted by Yanzhu, feeling somewhat awkward and avoiding each other's gaze. Lan Niang
turned and gently rocked Yanzhu's body, humming lullabies to her. She glanced back at Qin Da, who was now
looking dazed and confused, completely lacking his earlier domineering air, which made her chuckle.

The smile drew Qin Da over. His tall frame now resembled a monkey, scratching his ears and cheeks,
stammering , "Sister Lan, I didn't dare... I'm sorry for what I did, but just now... just now I really...
couldn't help myself... you... you..." He looked expectantly at Lan Niang's expression.

Such a strong man, yet he acted like an innocent young boy, knowing he'd made a huge mistake but still hoping for
more . Lan Niang guessed he'd never touched a woman's body before, which explained his reckless and impulsive actions.
Remembering the fierce, biting claws on her chest just now, her heart was filled with not only shame and joy but also tenderness. She lowered her head and said,
"I'm not blaming you..." Her face flushed, her voice barely a whisper, as she swayed her hips, gently patting her daughter in her arms
.

Having only gleaned these few words from her, Qin Da was overcome with passion and could no longer restrain himself. He placed his hands on Lan Niang's
shoulders , and Lan Niang gracefully raised her head, returning his

gaze with a languid, shy smile. Qin Da leaned in to make his move, but Lan Niang hastily dodged, nearly standing up, pointing to the beautiful girl in her arms,
her face flushed crimson.

Qin Da was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat, and stood stiffly before Lan Niang, his face turning dark red with embarrassment.

Lan Niang gently tugged at his hand, as if to comfort him, and opened her lips as if to say, "I'll
take her to sleep now."

Her breath carried the fragrance of orchids, and her two bright red lips moved swiftly before his eyes. Qin Da could no longer
resist and lowered his head to kiss her.

Lan Niang's eyes widened, and she made muffled noises. After struggling for a moment, she gave up, still holding
her daughter , and began to respond to Qin Da's tongue, exchanging blows back and forth.

Qin Da, who only knew how to suck and lick relentlessly, was now suddenly aroused by the touch of a delicate, fragrant tongue. He
pressed against Lan Niang's body, thrusting forward repeatedly, eager to make his way in her.

Lan Niang, being experienced, knew that a man in a rage couldn't back down. She too, feeling Qin Da's
powerful erection, was aroused by his repeated caresses.

However, if their aimless stalemate continued, Qin Da would inevitably succumb, and if
she withdrew , she feared he would be ashamed. So, taking advantage of a brief moment when their lips parted, she gently
pushed Qin Da away with her soft hand, casting a shy, coquettish glance at him: "Look at you, so impatient."

Qin Da just chuckled foolishly. Lan Niang smiled affectionately, turning to place her erotic jewel on the bedside table. As she bent over and gently pulled
her arm away from behind Yanzhu's head, Lanniang suddenly realized that her posture inevitably caused her waist to sway and her full buttocks to stick out. In
Qin Da's eyes, this was like playing with fire. She couldn't help but glance back at Qin Da, who had indeed followed her in a hurry. Lanniang quickly
waved her hand and whispered, "No, be careful not to wake her." She moved back to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), but before her feet even touched the ground,
Qin Da flipped her onto the kang.

Lanniang turned her head and glanced quickly at Yanzhu. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, she was relieved. Turning her head, she found Qin Da's
massive body pressing down heavily on her. His enormous figure, reflected in the oil lamp on the wall and roof, looked like
a menacing black bear. Knowing she was weak and might not be able to support herself, Lan Niang pressed her hands against Qin Da's chest, panting
softly, "Qin... oh... Qin Da... listen to me... be gentle... ah!"

But Qin Da was lost in ecstasy and didn't hear her at all. He only thought it was Lan Niang's moaning of passion. He breathed heavily and
his movements became more and more violent. He couldn't tear open Lan Niang's clothes, so he hurriedly tried to pull off her skirt.
Lan Niang was both surprised and ashamed, "Just now you were teasing me like a block of wood, but now you're so impulsive
and arousing ."

After struggling for a while, Qin Da remained outside Lan Niang's clothes, unable to enter. It turned out that in these chaotic times,
women's bodices and waist ties were exceptionally strong, and the knots on their skirts were quite complicated to tie. Qin Da had been trying in vain, and was
extremely eager. At this moment, he only wanted to see Lan Niang's full, white flesh to feast his eyes on. In his haste, he picked up
the ribbon at Lan Niang's waist and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Lan Niang... Sister Lan... why is your skirt sash... so difficult..."

He was so impatient and clumsy, yet he blamed the other woman for the difficulty of untying the skirt sash! Lan Niang was both ashamed and amused. She gently pushed Qin Da
's frustrated retreating body aside, knelt on the mat, lifted her hips slightly, and reached her hands to her waist to untie
her skirt. After working for a long time, the skirt sash was still not loose. She felt something sticky sliding down between her legs, dripping like water
. Slightly startled, she realized that her long-dormant body, after Qin Da's earlier antics, was already wet and
gushing with lustful fluid. She couldn't help but feel a wave of shame.

Qin Da, unaware of what was happening, saw Lan Niang's coy movements and leaned closer, asking, "Do you need help?"

Lan Niang pushed his face away, saying, "Don't look."

How could Qin Da not look? The young woman, shyly removing her skirt, was most alluring. He saw Lan Niang's hand trembling slightly at her waist
, and suddenly her skirt fell down, revealing a ring of plump, snow-white skin. That was the junction of her waist and hips,
the upper part slender, the lower part large and bulging. He had no idea what lay beneath the skirt. Qin Da's eyes nearly
popped out of his head.

Unfortunately, the beautiful sight was fleeting, lasting only a moment before Lan Niang hurriedly picked up the fallen skirt. How
could Qin Da resist any longer? He pressed forward, and the two of them silently and intimately entwined their hands around Lan Niang's waist for a moment.
Although Lan Niang tried to push him away, she was completely powerless, panting heavily, and slumped softly against Qin Da's shoulder, letting her skirt
slip down.

Qin Da peered down from Lan Niang's back, noticing that although her skirt had fallen, it was still pressed against her buttocks. The hem of the skirt
clung tightly to Lan Niang's white, tender, and plump buttocks, which seemed to overflow with countless folds of white flesh
, a slight groove trembling in the center. With Lan Niang's panting and the rise and fall of her waist muscles, the groove appeared and disappeared,
arousing endless desire.

Qin Da's breath caught in his throat, his vision blurred, his throat went dry, and his large hand slid rapidly down Lan Niang's waist,
aiming for that alluring, breathtaking groove, and thrusting in!

"Ah!" they both cried out. Lan Niang tilted her head back, meeting Qin Da's fiery
lips as he searched for his prey. With soft moans, Lan Niang's waist and buttocks twitched and struggled, unable to shake off Qin Da's greedy hand;
one of her wrists and arms sank deeper into her skirt, groping and twisting wildly.

Qin Da ventured deep into the forbidden wilderness, feeling his scalp tingle and his blood surge. The soft flesh of her round buttocks and the hidden crevice in her skin
were enough to make his soul tremble. Suddenly, he touched a tender, smooth, crown-shaped object. As he grasped it, he hesitated, but when he
felt the fine hairs on the vulva, it dawned on him: could that be Lan Niang's private parts?! He felt short of breath, his fingers and palms went numb,
and instantly his hands were covered in icy, slippery fluid. A doubt crept into his heart again, and he gasped, "Lan... Lan Niang, have you
urinated?"

Lan Niang's lower body was soaked, and her waist and hips were trembling uncontrollably. Hearing Qin Da's foolish question, she was filled with shame.
Blushing, she spat at him and said, "Pah! You...you better take your hand out right now!"

Qin Da, hunched over and covered in sweat, stammered, "I'm...you're holding me down...
I can't pull it out..."

It turned out that Lan Niang was already slumped on the mat, panting heavily, but she had Qin Da's thick arm "held" between her legs
.

Lan Niang gave Qin Da a listless glare, tilted her body, and raised one thigh. With a flick of her white buttocks, Qin Da freed
his arm , but then suddenly saw a glimpse of red flesh between Lan Niang's legs, which fueled his lust. He pressed down on her, quickly pulled down
his trousers, and his enormous member sprang out, pressing against Lan Niang's pert buttocks, his trembling penis
thrusting straight towards the center of Lan Niang's legs.

Lan Niang, leaning to one side, peered over her shoulder and arm. Seeing Qin Dazhi's enormous member, her heart pounded like a deer's. She thought, "
My late husband, Liu San, was just a weak scholar. Sometimes, when he got wild, I couldn't even handle him. How could Qin Dazhi, with his magnificent member,
possibly accommodate him?" Her heart pounded with trepidation.

Qin Dazhi pointed his sword at Lan Niang's vulva. With
just down, he saw Lan Niang's buttocks
trembling slightly, her erect penis still outside.

After a moment of catching his breath, Qin Dazhi gently turned Lan Niang's body, making her face upwards. He parted her white legs and
looked down intently, trying to find the ecstatic spot that housed his member. Upon seeing it, his eyes blazed with desire, and he felt dizzy.

Qin Da, a seasoned hunter, sometimes indulged in curiosity, meticulously examining every
part of the female prey he captured. Usually, he would only find the vulva dark and thick, like a withered, rotten lump; after such a sight, he often found it
difficult to swallow meat and ate very little.

But now, suddenly seeing Lan Niang's vulva, nestled between her two plump, white thighs, it was glistening with fine
hairs, its flesh tender and fresh, the glans soft and delicate. The crotch was smooth and full, the parted petals revealing a breathtaking and shy beauty, as if
a "little Lan Niang" were hidden there, inspiring a sense of "pure and beautiful," making him yearn to take a bite and
savor its delicacy. What would it be like to enter such a plump and delicate vulva?

Lan Niang saw Qin Da breathing heavily, his hands parting her legs, his rough fingers caressing her, completely absorbed in his gaze, while she lay
there, her vulva wide open, dripping with lustful fluids, a shame too deep to wash away. She cried out in complaint, "Qin Da!" Before

her cries subsided, she suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain in her flower-like opening. Qin Da thrust forward, his hips raised, forcefully attacking her. After a few
moments of pounding at the entrance, once inside, his massive member surged in. Lan Niang felt as if the world was about to collapse,
as if everything was rushing in, and she gasped, "Ah...ya...no...don't...be gentle...ouch!"

Qin Da watched as Lan Niang's lower body blossomed like a flower, gradually taking his glans into her, swallowing it little by little
. Such a delicate, tight place could actually accommodate his rough member! He was driven mad
, no longer able to hear Lan Niang's pleas for mercy. With a muffled groan, he thrust forward with all his might. The narrow passage below seemed impenetrable,
yet it was densely covered with a moist, oily sheen, guiding his penis slowly forward. The intense pleasure of being pulled and gripped deeply rose
within him, indescribably pleasurable.

Qin Da's entire body was taut like a bowstring, and he cried out, "Lan Niang... I... I'm going to cum!"

Lan Niang, still somewhat conscious amidst the pain, knew that Qin Da was experiencing intimacy for the first time and couldn't hold back for long. She quickly reached out a small
hand and tightly gripped Qin Da's waist, preventing him from moving. She watched Qin Da's expression intently, and only when his expression eased did
she release her hand, shyly instructing him, "Slowly pull it out."

Qin Da withdrew as instructed, with a loud "pop," causing Lan Niang's cheeks to flush red. "You're so rough," she said.

It was unclear whether she was referring to his penis or his actions. Qin Da stammered, holding his penis, and moved forward, about to
insert it . Lan Niang, still somewhat frightened by his sudden and forceful blow, hurriedly pushed against Qin Da's chest, whispering, "No
..."

"...Let me do it!" Lan Niang, shyly avoiding Qin Da's puzzled gaze, guided him to lie down. Having just received
a sharp lash, her silk robe was already soaked with fragrant sweat, clinging to her body, clinging softly. She sat beside Qin Da's lap, took off
her undershirt , and unbuttoned the front, revealing a bright red bodice. Just as she removed her top,
a wolf's paw appeared on her bodice, where her full breasts trembled slightly, which Lan Niang slapped away.

Lan Niang glanced at Qin Da out of the corner of her eye, scolding, "Close your eyes!"

Qin Da shook his head with a smile.

Lan Niang waved her hand to cover Qin Da's eyes, but he dodged it, and she laughed as she pounced on him, sitting
on top was too shy to resist, only able to lean forward, supporting herself with her arms, giggling shyly. Qin Da cried out in desperation,
"Good Lan Niang, good Lan Jie, please stop torturing me!" His genitals shook their heads, seemingly protesting.

Lan Niang saw that after so long, Qin Da's manhood was still erect and proud, its vigor undiminished, a
far cry from her late husband's, which required constant stimulation. She was secretly surprised: "He's young after all, his blood is still vigorous!"
She also thought of herself, already a married woman, having enjoyed pleasure every night and received countless blows, while Qin Da was a virgin. This
encounter would inevitably bring the shame and joy of an experienced woman taking on a new lover, and she couldn't escape the obligation of teaching and guiding him.

So, suppressing her shyness, her face flushed, her starry eyes looked up at the sky, and her soft hands
explored Qin Da's face, neck, and behind his ears. Gradually, she became bolder, touching him lower and lower until she reached the hairy area under Qin Da's abdomen. Her fingers lightly traced
a circle , and she skillfully grasped the leaping, towering pillar. It was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and she began to gently pinch, squeeze,
tease, and play with it. Her slender hands made Qin Da's chest heave, and he gasped for breath: "Lan... Lan Niang,
you... you really know how to do it... your little hands... make me... ah... feel so good..."

Lan Niang was savoring the magnificence in her palm, her starry eyes half-closed, panting: "You're not allowed to... say such shameful
things ..."

Qin Da knew she was always shy, so he held back and remained silent, closing his eyes and receptive, panting heavily.

Lan Niang dared not provoke him too much. Taking advantage of Qin Da's closed eyes, she lightly rose up, her aroused vulva hovering
above Qin Da's erect penis. But Qin Da's eyes were wide open, staring intently. Embarrassed, she
could no longer . She bit her lip, her white buttocks gently settling down. Their bodies touched, and both groaned.

At this point, Lan Niang could no longer care about shame. She moved her hips, her vulva pressing and rubbing against the tip.
Her flower bud shone brightly, and Lan Niang felt as if struck by lightning. She leaned forward against Qin Da's chest, her vulva deeply engulfing his penis
.

"Ah...in...in!"

Lan Niang heard Qin Da's excited gasps. Trembling, she propped herself up, feeling a tight,
unbearable , as if she were connected to Qin Da, unable to escape.

Lan Niang had never experienced something so large before, and she couldn't help but panic: "I'm going to die! It's so thick, it won't be like dogs
mating, needing to be splashed with cold water to separate, will it?"

After a while, Lan Niang calmed down. The point of contact was moistened by her own juices, and not only could it move freely, but unlike
her late husband 's penis, which often slipped out, whether it was a bumpy ride, a stormy sea, or a vast expanse of water,
it stubbornly lingered, never leaving her side, hitting her clitoris with every thrust. Like a lotus flower, it was much smoother.

Lan Niang, having just tasted the deliciousness, let loose and revealed the wanton side of a lonely young woman .
She moaned incessantly, her lewd cries echoing, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, while repeatedly lifting her white buttocks, tightly enveloping and deeply embracing him, leaving the monk, who was standing with his
head raised, dizzy and disoriented.

Qin Da's ancestral home was in the north, where his ancestors made a living by hunting.
He had
developed made Qin Da revere her like a Bodhisattva, never daring to be disrespectful.

But this Bodhisattva, once inside the room, completely abandoned all restraints. Her alluring
and unrestrained manner stirred wave after wave of heat within Qin Da's heart. His penis hardened, and he even managed to overcome the urge to ejaculate, panting and moaning
below , calling out "Sister Lan!" and "Mother!"

After a while, Lan Niang grew tired of riding him. She tossed her head, removed her hairpin, and let her black hair fall loose. She rested her limp arms on Qin Da's chest, panting
softly. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes brimming with desire, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful.

This was the first time Qin Da had witnessed the allure of a woman in her bedroom, and he was utterly captivated by her beauty.
He gasped , "Lan Niang, you're so beautiful...so fair...and so plump!"

Lan Niang was slightly surprised. She had always prided herself on her slender figure; why would Qin Da use the word "plump"? When she
saw where Qin Da's lustful gaze was directed, she suddenly felt a surge of shame, a strange itch in her heart. Instead of backing down, she lifted her bodice,
revealing her trembling breasts, and said, "You're not talking about me, but rather these?" Her eyes burned with a mixture of shyness
and boldness.

How could Qin Da resist such provocation? He leaned forward, opened his mouth, and bit down. Lan Niang giggled, watching Qin Da suckle like
a child , and asked sweetly, "Is it good?"

Qin Da mumbled, "I really want to...swallow it all in one gulp!"

A young woman in her early twenties, yet breastfeeding such a strong, bearded man, the scene was so lewd and suggestive
, it was comparable to a pornographic film. Lan Niang blushed, her eyes lowered, her hands cupping Qin Da's swaying head. She felt as if
her whole body was melting, as if every drop of her was being sucked into his mouth. Suddenly, she remembered Aunt Nian's talk of "New Year's Eve dinner,"
and her body went limp, her vulva overflowing with desire.

Turning her head, she saw Yan Zhu's sleeping face and was startled: "Oh dear...how could I forget her? If I wake her up
, won't I be so embarrassed?"

She wanted to escape, but her breasts were held by Qin Da. This sudden movement, with the glans rubbing against the vulva,
startled He released Lan Niang's chest, moved her hips, and thrust upwards.

Lan Niang's body swayed, one arm braced against the ground, as Qin Da's tight thrusts made her tremble with pleasure, moaning repeatedly
, "Ah...ah...no...oh...uh...uh..." Remembering Yan Zhu beside her, she bit her lip desperately
to hold back , but couldn't stop the muffled sounds from her throat.

Qin Da, still not satisfied, simply laid Lan Niang down, lifted her legs, and began to fuck her
vigorously . This time, the action was different from before; Qin Da was brave and vigorous, slamming into Lan Niang's crotch
with loud "slap slap" sounds, and the abundant fluid in her vulva splashed with "tsk tsk" sounds.

With Yanzhu beside her, Lan Niang was already terrified, but Qin Da's forceful thrusting and leg-lifting made the room
filled with strange, lewd sounds. Lan Niang's face paled, her bright eyes darting around, but to Qin Da, she only became more alluring
. Intoxicated, he raised his leg and began to thrust relentlessly.

"Ah…ah…do it…faster…faster…I’m going to…I’m going to be torn apart…ah…
ah!" Lan Niang's vagina was being repeatedly pierced, each thrust feeling like a needle piercing her heart. The hot, itchy sensation spread from her private parts in waves, a tingling
, numbing sensation throughout her body. At the crucial moment, she couldn't help but gasp and stammer incoherently. Normally,
she would have been too ashamed to utter such lewd words.

Qin Da felt the ground below becoming increasingly smooth and slippery, the flower-like body delicate and tender, as if it were nothing. He couldn't help but push up one of Lan Niang's legs, looking down
at their joined parts. He saw the red, wrinkled flower core, ravaged and grimacing , dripping
with saliva. His wicked root, however, stood erect, its ferocious nature fully revealed, sometimes like a giant spear thrusting, sometimes like a python entering a cave. He felt his eyes tighten and his body go numb, thrusting with all his might.
As his white buttocks flew, a torrent of fluid surged forth, and he finally couldn't hold back
,

letting out a torrent of cum. He cried out loudly, "Lan Niang... I give it all to... you!" Lan Niang had already sensed his intensified thrusting and secretly arched her waist to catch the overflowing fluid. When Qin
Da lay prostrate and silent, Lan Niang gently patted his forehead, tears streaming down her face. She saw cobwebs hanging in the corner of the room, and the lamp
flickering quietly. This cave still had a human presence tonight, but tomorrow it would return to cold silence. She wondered if this brief entanglement
could give Qin Da an heir.

Lan Niang was secretly plotting something, but Qin Da was completely unaware. He buried his face in Lan Niang's breasts, unwilling to
withdraw his penis. He didn't know how long he had been infatuated, but suddenly he mumbled, "Lan Niang... to be able to be intimate with you this time... I
would die for it... Your kindness... I will never forget it!"

What if he couldn't forget it? He would leave tomorrow, and it might be a final farewell! Lan Niang felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this. She couldn't help but cup Qin
Da's rough face, tilt her head back, close her eyes, and said sadly, "Kiss me!"

Qin Da was slightly surprised to see Lan Niang's sad face, but her beautiful face was even more moving. So he leaned in
to respond their lips met, he felt a cool and soft sensation. In the midst of their passionate embrace, it had the effect of igniting a fire. His lower
body, like a throbbing snake, stirred and stirred with desire.

Lan Niang, overcome with momentary passion, had unwittingly let a wolf into her house. She opened her eyes in shock: "So fast...you
again...?"

To Qin Da, Lan Niang's astonished expression was clearly encouragement. Blushing, he nodded and said,
"Lan Niang...it's just that you're too beautiful. It wanted to restrain itself, but it couldn't!" As he spoke, his lower body twitched slightly
.

"Oh..." Lan Niang murmured softly, her face flushed with embarrassment, "You really are a...glutton...ah!"

Qin Da thrust again, grinning wickedly, "Who's the 'glutton' here? Me...or you?" He stopped
and looked down at Lan Niang, his face full of lewd laughter.

At this moment, the two were incredibly intimate, completely unrestrained. Lan Niang said in a sweet voice, "Whoever you say it is! You dead man!
Now that you're alive...why don't you move a little?"

As she spoke these lewd words, Lan Niang felt as if she were flirting with her deceased husband in their bedroom. However, Qin Da's forceful and intense movements
created a completely different and fresh experience. Lan Niang's desire surged, and in her hazy state, she felt as if she were being violated by two
men . This thought overwhelmed her, causing her waist to twist and turn even more violently.

As Qin Da thrust his body, he looked down at Lan Niang beneath him, moaning softly and tenderly, her delicate
body flushed with intoxicating blushes from the intense intercourse. He was captivated and exclaimed in a daze
, "Lan Niang... how could Heaven have given you... such beauty? How fortunate I am... to have been bestowed upon you?"

Lan Niang enjoyed hearing his sweet words, but she also felt that although Qin Da was brave, he was only brute force and his skills in the bedroom were rather inexperienced.
She wanted to show him more than just one aspect of the pleasures of the bedroom. As he withdrew, she lifted her right leg, crossed it to the side, and knelt on
the mat, her white buttocks raised high, her eyes looking back in shame.

Qin Da was initially bewildered, but once he understood the situation and Lan Niang's intentions, he was instantly consumed by lust and, with
the force of a dog, forced himself upon Lan Niang's rear.

As his rod struck her anus, Lan Niang, fearing he might go astray, quickly reached out and guided his penis to her vulva.

"Lan Niang...you are so clean..." Qin Da said excitedly, unable to resist reaching out to caress her snow-white, large
buttocks, gradually moving towards her intimate parts.

Lan Niang, having heard only half a sentence from him, knew that Qin Da had seen her red, throbbing anus. As her anus was touched, she couldn't help but
raise her head and cry out in shame, "Qin Da...no...it's dirty!"

"You're not unclean..." Qin Da panted, his tongue frantically licking her back, gradually moving downwards
. Lan Niang, fearing he would disregard the filth and sweep his tongue across her rear, hurriedly cried out, "Qin Da...quick...quickly insert it into me...it's
so itchy there...I can't take it anymore!"

Hearing her teasing words, Qin Da's lust flared. He abandoned his tongue attack, his hot penis thrusting in from behind, forcing
Lan Niang to push him away, forcing her to brace herself with her arms.

Qin Da lightly pressed down on Lan Niang's kneeling, white buttocks with one hand, and gently pulled her loose black hair with the other
, pulling her head and shoulders high. He thrust his hips forward, his pleasure like that of a mare, indescribable and exhilarating.

But this mare was timid; after hundreds of lashes, she could no longer gallop. Her forequarters slumped onto the kang mat, while her large,
white buttocks, supported by her soft waist, appeared even higher and fuller, like a pile of white cotton, ready to be whipped by Qin Da!

Qin Da held Lan Niang's limp belly tightly, thrusting forcefully, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Lan Niang... my dear
sister... it's so beautiful!"

Lan Niang sobbed, "You rascal... I can't take it anymore... you're going to ruin me... have mercy... have mercy on me."

Her shameless white buttocks, however, stubbornly remained raised, almost pushing against Qin Da's chest and abdomen, refusing

to yield an inch. Lan Niang was here, writhing and begging for mercy, when suddenly a loud cry of "Wah!" rang out; Yan Zhu,
only had awakened.

Yanzhu kicked her legs and cried loudly, "Uncle Qin is bullying my mother... Waaah... Uncle Qin is bullying my mother...!"

At the most crucial moment, the two erupted simultaneously, their spurting semen and gushing vaginal fluids mixing together and
staining everything. Lanniang didn't bother to wipe it away; in her haste and shame, she pulled Yanzhu close, holding her to her chest and
soothing her .

Qin Da, like a big monkey, dodged and weaved, wishing he had nowhere to hide. Lanniang suppressed a shy laugh, covering Yanzhu's
eyes and waving her hand to signal Qin Da, who finally hid behind Lanniang.

After a while, Yanzhu calmed down. Lanniang turned her face back to Qin Da, their eyes meeting in surprise and laughter
, speechless for a moment, both feeling an infinite sweetness.

The winter night was deep, the snow fell silently, and listening to the woman inside the house softly comforting her child felt especially warm. After Qin Da
finished ejaculating, feeling satisfied both physically and mentally, he lay down beside Lan Niang and slowly began to express his long-held admiration.

Lan Niang pretended not to believe him, acting coquettishly and saying, "Hmph, you always have such a hard face, so fierce, I've never seen
a trace of !"

Qin Da sighed, "Lan Niang, I really didn't dare!"

Lan Niang knew Qin Da's concerns, so she didn't delve into it, teasingly saying, "How did you dare later? You even pinched my breasts
—didn't you care if it hurt or not!"

Qin Da stroked Lan Niang's smooth back, saying emotionally, "Lan Niang, it's all because of your captivating eyes..."

Lan Niang felt sweet and proud, chuckling softly, "You couldn't handle it?"

Qin Da didn't answer, but suddenly said, "Lan Niang, shall I wipe it clean for you?" It turned out that his hand, while stroking,
had gotten some of his semen on it.

Lan Niang said coquettishly, "That's up to you."

Qin Da took a cloth to wipe her, and saw that Lan Niang's back was covered in a red, fleshy crevice, interspersed with sparse hair. Her two
plump, white thighs were as full as fish bellies, and below the knees, they became slender and thin, ending at her feet with only three inches of lotus tips. The red
silk and soft satin boat, with its flowing ribbons, was extremely alluring, and he couldn't help but feel aroused again. He thought to himself, "Lan Niang's body
is beautiful in every way . I was too hasty just now and swallowed her whole."

He held the lotus tip in his hand and gently pinched it. He immediately felt that Lan Niang's whole body had shrunk, melted, and her fragrant soul had
dissipated . Meanwhile, he himself swelled up, becoming thick and hard.

The owner of the lotus feet trembled, her hazy starry eyes looking back: "What are you doing?"

Qin Da chuckled softly, put his hand on Lan Niang's shoulder, and leaned in to look: "Is she asleep or not?"

Lan Niang said: "She must be tired from crying, she's closed her eyes again now—what do you want to do?"

There was no need to ask any more questions, the storm of desire that had been stirred up from the soles of her feet rose up like a tide, Lan Niang gasped:
"You really can... ah... not wet yet... oh..."

Although Lan Niang was a little tired, she was determined to feed him to her heart's content tonight, so she hugged her daughter tightly in her arms,
moaning softly, letting Qin Da thrust wildly from behind. After

a long battle without climaxing, Lan Niang felt as if her waist was falling apart, she
touched

her lower body, which was also red and swollen, and couldn't help but complain: "Damn it, you've made me swollen and you still won't stop!" Qin Da also touched her lower body, chuckled, but still thrusting.

Lan Niang gritted her teeth and endured the pain and numbness, finding the pleasure amidst the pain particularly strange. She inhaled deeply, savoring the pleasurable
sensation within the pain, while a sudden curiosity arose: "You really are something, so... I wonder how you usually endure it?" She turned
her head to look at Qin Da, her face flushing first, but her eyes still held a curious inquiry.

Qin Da's face stung. The two were intimately close at this moment, wanting to hide nothing. After a few thrusts, he said,
"You really want to know?"

Lan Niang arched her buttocks to meet his, her face growing even redder: "Tell me."

Qin Da gestured with his hand.

"Oh..." Lan Niang's cheeks burned like fire, but she wanted to know more details: "How often... won't it hurt your body ?" The question became increasingly inappropriate, but Qin Da's mouth itched more and more as he spoke, so he simply laid it all out: "...how often
..."

" It's something I do almost every day... That day I saw you relieving yourself on the back hill, and I couldn't control myself. In broad daylight, I
hid in the woodshed and did it myself. I didn't expect to be seen by Aunt Nian!"

"Ah! You..."

The two exchanged words, their shameless chatter growing stronger with each word. Suddenly, Qin Da's movements quickened, and Lan
Niang cried out in surprise, ejaculating again.

After a while, Lan Niang stirred, lazily unable to lift her head, her black hair cascading over her face. She said, "Now I understand
why Aunt Nian came to mediate..."

Qin Da, however, reached out and stroked her body, saying affectionately, "Lan Niang, Lan Niang... my greatest achievement in this life... is sleeping
with you!"

[The End]

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