[Urban] Temptation in the Farmland (Complete) - 7

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Volume 1, Chapter 53: In the alley,

the alley was pitch black, and it was impossible to see clearly. Only two dark figures could be vaguely seen pressing against the wall.

No, it wasn't just dark figures; there was also a glaring white figure—it was Xinghua's full, exposed body! Wan Zailong recognized the voice immediately.

A man was on top of Xinghua, pushing her against the courtyard wall and burying his face in her breasts.

Xinghua struggled and cried, pleading, "Dalai, please don't come here! We have to finish the work at Doumiao today; we need to ship it out tomorrow. Oh, let me go! Go home first; I'll go home tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Wan Zailong thought, "Damn it, Dalai, do you have any humanity? Xinghua works hard at Doumiao sewing to earn money, and you're just lazy and carefree, drinking and eating all day. And now you've come to Mingcun to cause trouble?"

Thinking of Xinghua's soft, yielding body beneath him, Wan Zailong's anger flared up, and he decided to teach this Dalai, who treated his wife like dirt, a lesson.

Da Lai had been drinking today, and his genitals were getting restless. Seeing that Xinghua hadn't gone home, he took a shortcut to Ming Village, found her at Li Doumiao's sewing workshop, dragged her to this deserted alley, and started to get hard.

Because Xinghua wasn't cooperating, he pulled at her vagina while cursing, "Damn it, you slut! It's only right that I fuck my own wife. You better stay put and let me have my way with you before you go back to work. Behave yourself, or I'll beat you!"

With that, he thrust his awl-like thing into Xinghua.

Humiliated, Xinghua cried softly in pain, afraid of being heard, but dared not cry out loud, and could only let Da Lai thrust inside her.

Da Lai didn't care about the woman's feelings at all; he only cared about his own pleasure, dryly inserting himself into her, thrusting and shoving, a simple padding motion, usually finishing in five or six minutes.

Wan Zailong witnessed Xinghua's manhood being painfully thrashed by Da Lai's thrusts. Without hesitation, he grabbed a broken brick from the courtyard wall and with a single blow, Da Lai and his manhood went limp with a dull thud!

He limply withdrew from Xinghua's body and collapsed at her feet.

Xinghua, trembling with fear, asked, "Who's there?"

Looking around, she noticed her clothes were disheveled, her clothes pulled down to her ankles, and her breasts and stomach exposed.

She hurriedly gathered her clothes, unsure whether to squat down and check if Da Lai was still breathing.

After knocking Da Lai down with the brick, Wan Zailong grabbed a half-bottle of liquor and climbed over the courtyard wall again.

Xinghua was startled when a dark figure suddenly flew out from behind the wall. Wan Zailong whispered, "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, it's me."

Xinghua recognized Wan Zailong and felt both ashamed and anxious. She whispered, "Zailong, did you knock Dalai unconscious? Don't do anything stupid!"

Wan Zailong said, "Sister-in-law, do I look like someone who would do something stupid? Pshaw, I just wanted to teach him a lesson."

Xinghua watched nervously as Zailong pressed a certain acupoint on Dalai, then, pinching his nose, poured most of a bottle of strong liquor down his throat. He then slung Dalai over his shoulder like a dead dog and dragged him outside by the arm.

Xinghua anxiously asked, "Zailong, Zailong, what are you doing?"

Wan Zailong grinned and said, "Sister-in-law, wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Xinghua was worried but afraid of being seen, so she didn't dare follow him and remained squatting in place.

Wan Zailong returned shortly, carrying Xinghua into Gusheng's courtyard.

Xinghua guessed his intentions and gently wriggled, saying, "Zailong, I still have to go back to Doumiao's to work. We can't sleep tonight, we have to keep working."

Wan Zailong whispered in her ear, "Good sister-in-law, don't rush to work. Let me do it with you first. Come on, it's so hot, let's wash your clothes first, they've all been dirtied by Dalai."

As he spoke, he began to take off his clothes.

Xinghua was both ashamed and embarrassed, and whispered angrily, "You little rascal, always meddling. Dalai is my man, I can't escape him forever. Will he still do that to me in the future? Where did you take him? Don't really ruin him."

Wan Zailong scooped up a ladleful and poured it on Xinghua's clothes, soaking half of her thin garment, which clung to her full breasts, making them look particularly beautiful.

Xinghua let out a soft "Ouch!" and squatted down, splashing a handful of water at Zailong. The two of them chuckled in hushed tones.

Xinghua knew she couldn't escape Zailong's "ravaging" today, so she had no choice but to submit to him and shyly began to take off her clothes.

While rinsing himself with a ladle, Wan Zailong said, "Sister-in-law Xinghua, you're so young and beautiful. You can't waste your whole life on someone like Dalai, who's no good. You don't have children yet, but once you do, it'll be hard to divorce him."

Xinghua didn't expect Zailong to say such things to her, and her eyes reddened. She said, "My brother paid for my life with his money. If I don't stay with him, who else can I rely on? I've been weak since I was little, bullied by my brother at home. Now that I'm married, I'm bullied again."

Wan Zailong threw the ladle into the sump and said, "Why does your brother decide your life's freedom? Sister-in-law Xinghua, you're so young, how can your thinking be so outdated? You should take advantage of your youth to change your life. I suggest you end this doomed marriage with Dalai as soon as possible and go to the city to work!"

Wan Zailong was happy to stay in a small village like Mingcun, but he also knew that there were more opportunities and greater room for development in the city, so he began to encourage Sister-in-law Xinghua.

Xinghua had been with Dalai for two years, but hadn't conceived, for which she had been beaten by him many times. He would take it out on her whenever he lost money or got drunk.

Compared to her sister-in-law Liuhua's domineering presence, which kept her family members at bay, Xinghua felt the two sisters-in-law were truly like two peas in a pod.

She had never thought she could decide her own fate, but when she heard Zailong talk about divorce and going to the city to work, Xinghua's mind suddenly started to stir.

Chapter 54 of Volume 1: Naked,

she stood there blankly, pondering whether Wan Zailong's words were feasible, forgetting that she was standing there completely naked.

Wan Zailong looked up at her and saw her standing there like a carp spirit from a movie, fair and clean, her breasts high and firm, with a black nest in the middle.

His throat bobbed, and his young body began to throb, bobbing up and down like a black cannon barrel.

He walked up to Xinghua, said nothing, and tightly embraced her breasts with his strong arms, his hands eagerly reaching for her firm, bouncy breasts.

His skin was firm and hard, and when it pressed against Xinghua's breasts, she trembled as if electrocuted, then obediently slumped into his arms, letting his hands caress her.

Their breathing grew more and more rapid, carried away by the wind in the courtyard. Xinghua's body stretched ecstatically under Wan Zailong's caresses, but tears streamed down her face.

Wan Zailong picked her up and carried her into the house, saying, "Sister-in-law, don't you want to?"

Xinghua said, "No, I want to be with you like this! Zailong, if I could spend my whole life with someone like you, I wouldn't be afraid of hardship or toil. I believe you can protect your woman, and even if you're with other women like this, I can accept it. But I'm several years older than you, and I've been with someone older than you. I know it's impossible for me." Wan Zailong was a hard-

hearted man; although he had the "pleasure" of robbing the rich to help the poor, he wasn't easily swayed.

Hearing Xinghua's heartfelt words, he remained unmoved, simply saying, "It's good that you know. I haven't thought about being intimate with any woman yet. I want to enjoy my freedom for a few more years, and we'll talk about it when I've figured things out."

With that, he laid Xinghua down on the kang (heated brick bed) and mounted her.

Xinghua naturally parted her legs, her breasts like a pile of soft white cotton spread beneath Wan Zailong's penis. Her private parts, already covered by the grass, were clearly visible.

Wan Zailong, panting heavily, bit her pink and tender nipples, and with a thrust of his hips, he penetrated her completely.

Xinghua trembled, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, passively welcoming the assault of his enormous member.

Wan Zailong groaned, sucking on her small, hard, peanut-like nipple, and mumbled, "So good, Sister-in-law Xinghua, you're so good. Such a good thing, it's such a waste that someone like Dalai is always squeezing your breasts."

Xinghua's hands tightly gripped his strong waist, thrusting her hips and trying to suck on his hard member, moaning, "Zailong, Zailong, I'm so full, you're making me want to die. Yours is like a big eggplant, and Dalai's is like a small chili pepper, dry and thin, it's not comfortable."

Encouraged, Wan Zailong thrust even harder, each time pulling Xinghua's white, round breasts away from the slippery plastic mat, each time he entered, he slammed Xinghua's breasts against the hard bed. The only sounds in the room were panting, moaning, and the thuds of their bodies colliding.

Because the plastic mat was too slippery, and Wan Zailong's movements were too forceful, Xinghua's breasts were repeatedly pushed against the windowsill.

Afraid of being hurt, Xinghua raised her arms and braced herself against the iron frame of the window with both hands, thus securing her breasts and allowing Wan Zailong's "cannon" to relentlessly bombard her.

Her white, round breasts trembled and bounced with each thrust, and Wan Zailong grabbed one in each hand, biting and sucking them fiercely.

The loud smacking sounds made Xinghua feel both ashamed and embarrassed, yet an even more intense pleasure surged from her, making their intimate area slippery.

Wan Zailong bit with great force, his hands rubbing vigorously, causing Xinghua to moan continuously, both in pain and pleasure, her body undulating beneath him.

While nibbling and teasing, Wan Zailong said, "Good sister-in-law, this is so fragrant, so big, I want to keep biting it. It would be even better if I could suck out some broth. After you have a baby and have milk, you must let me drink to my heart's content, okay? I can't even remember if I've ever had my mother's milk

." Xinghua's whole body was numb from his sucking. Hearing him say this, a feeling welled up in her heart, and she excitedly pushed her even more erect breasts into him, saying, "Oh, you little devil, you're sucking my soul out of me! You, you're gentle, sister-in-law promises you, after all, after all, you'll definitely drink my milk."

Upon hearing this, Wan Zailong felt satisfied and moved, and his big dragon below his abdomen thrust even more vigorously. ...

When Xinghua's breasts were sore and weak that she couldn't even straighten her back, Wan Zailong finally released his bullet comfortably, rolled to the side, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xinghua got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), reluctant to wash the scorching things Zailong had left her. Still feeling uncomfortable, she tidied her clothes and quietly slipped back to Doumiao's sewing workshop.

Aunt Ping, who was with her at the sewing machine, glanced at her and teased, "Young lady, you're so popular! Even your husband can't stand you working here, he's chasing after you to pamper you, haha, how about it? You've found a spot in the haystack, haven't you?"

Rural women have no other joy than the kang and their private parts, which are their constant concerns.

Xinghua glanced shyly at Aunt Ping and said, "Auntie, you're so annoying, I'm not talking to you anymore."

Aunt Ping chuckled and then lowered her voice, saying, "Your husband is much older than you, right? Let me tell you, after a man turns forty, he can't compete with a woman in that area anymore. Now that he still has the strength, you, his young wife, should enjoy it as much as possible. Later, if you want to be chased around like this every day and fucked hard, he won't have the strength anymore, haha."

The two chatted and laughed in hushed tones. Li Doumiao came in from outside, carrying a large bucket of mung bean soup, calling everyone over to drink and cool off before getting back to work.

Xinghua had just been tormented by Wan Zailong for half an hour, her back ached and she was really hungry. She went over and drank several large bowls of mung bean porridge with rock sugar, and couldn't help but admire how shrewd Doumiao was.

Chapter 55 of Volume 1: The Spicy Girl

Li Doumiao, only twenty years old at the time, hadn't graduated from middle school and went to work as an apprentice in the town's garment factory to earn money.

From a young age, she was quick-witted and skillful, with a bold and outspoken personality, unlike most girls her age who were timid and reserved. By seventeen or eighteen, she could mingle with married women, completely unfazed by their bawdy jokes. Even with men of all ages, she was never shy, daring to crack any joke.

People jokingly called her Yang Paifeng, the fiery fire-starter, but she would just smile disdainfully and say, "Are country girls destined to be fire-starters? Pshaw! Even though I, Li Doumiao, don't have a father like the chieftain of Muke Village backing me up, I refuse to believe I can't be a capable female marshal like Mu Guiying."

The villagers laughed at her, saying she was too bold for her ego. What hope did an uneducated country girl like her have of becoming a female marshal? She had neither martial prowess nor literary talent; she was far from being a champion in either field.

Li Doumiao tossed her short hair and said, "Does one have to take the path of literature or martial arts to be successful? If I, Li Doumiao, one day earn mountains of gold and silver, wouldn't that make me a strong woman?"

This girl was bold and decisive. After learning to work in the town-run factory for two years, she resolutely quit her job, returned to her village, and, with tears and fuss, got her father and brother to help her build four simple houses. She whitewashed the walls, used her two years' wages plus some borrowed money, bought about ten sewing machines, and hired a group of unemployed women from the village who didn't have to travel far to town for work, to start a sewing business at home. [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

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Because she was sweet, quick-witted, bold, and resourceful, she didn't hold back work. So, after more than a year, her work opportunities increased, and she earned many times more than she used to work long hours in town.

Orders came from other counties and towns she traveled to. Nobody knew where she could go all day, and since she didn't have to clock in, and her wages were timely and flexible, many women were happy to help her.

That evening, Li Doumiao was somewhat absent-minded, not in the mood to chat and laugh with the group of women working. After bringing them mung bean soup, she returned to her small room facing the street, her bedroom, lost in thought. During the day,

she rode her motorcycle to the beach to visit a woman who raised ducks, and saw a group of outdoor enthusiasts from the city hiking down from Yun Cai Shan near the beach.

The leader, a man in his thirties, held a single-lens reflex camera that looked like a cannon, which captured her as she prepared to ride her motorcycle.

He had a handsome, slightly cynical smile, and waving his camera at her, he said, "Girl, you're so beautiful, like a rhododendron in Xiangshan, haha."

Doumiao felt inexplicably embarrassed and annoyed. She stepped forward, put her hands on her hips, and said, "You're violating my portrait rights! I didn't agree to it, what right do you have to take my picture? Delete it right now!"

His group of fellow hikers burst into laughter, saying, "Spicy, really spicy, haha."

The man blinked and said, "Don't be like that. Being beautiful is for people to see, haha. I didn't take your picture. If you really think I violated your portrait rights, you can sue me, haha. Beautiful lady, sue me! I'd be happy to fight you to the end."

The duck farmer, Sister Cui Liu, who had taken Li Doumiao to the main road, laughed and said, "Doumiao, it's all because you're so pretty."

The man quickly agreed, "That's right, that's right, you're Doumiao? It's a good name, unique, it suits you well, so fresh and tender, haha."

They laughed and joked boisterously as they boarded the bus parked by the roadside and drove away.

Li Doumiao didn't know why, but ever since she saw that man's mischievous smile, she felt a burning anger inside, a constant urge to vent her frustration on someone.

In this restless summer, she knew she was pregnant.

She suddenly liked a strange city dweller who had wandered into the mountain village.

Would that person still climb Yun Cai Mountain? Her fellow hikers seemed to call him "Cleaver Leader"? Was his surname Cai? Maybe it was just an online name?

Li Doumiao knew that nowadays city people often organized outdoor activities to enjoy nature, take photos, and relax in remote mountains, and she also knew about online forums like this.

She thought she should buy herself a computer and get an internet connection. ...

At dawn, a thunderstorm broke out. The thunder crackled and lightning flashed, illuminating the world.

Li Doumiao's brother, Li Jingang, was in for a terrible time.

Li Jingang's wife, Liu Xizhu, had fenced off several acres of land on the hillside outside the village, raising pigs, sheep, and ducks. The couple lived in a simple three-room brick house built next door.

Li Jingang's livestock were quite vigorous; after a long day's work, he would still tirelessly fuss over his wife at night.

Liu Xizhu also enjoyed being fussed over by her husband; afterwards, she slept exceptionally soundly and had boundless energy for work the next day.

That night, the couple had given each other antibiotic injections, and it was too late for them to do what couples usually do, so they went to sleep.

In the early morning, Li Jingang got up to urinate and saw his wife sleeping naked beside him, her ample breasts gleaming. After half a night's rest, his manhood became as hard as iron.

Xi Zhu's breasts were very full, and she didn't like to sleep naked, always lying naked against her husband's firm breasts. Li Jingang touched them with his hand; they were smooth and tender. He then knelt down on her, taking her two tender nipples into his mouth and sucking on them.

While sucking, his hand reached between his wife's legs, where the familiar grass concealed a slippery little channel. With a flick of his finger, he found a plump, juicy nipple.

An inexplicable fire ignited in Li Jingang's lower abdomen. He stroked his own hard, burning penis, then pressed himself against his wife, groping her even more eagerly.

Liu Xi Zhu murmured a few words in her sleep, offering little resistance. He had already roughly parted her legs and thrust his hard, thick member straight into her.

Volume 1, Chapter 56: Wounded Manhood.

The familiar fullness completely banished Liu Xizhu's sleepiness. She punched Li Jingang's throbbing penis with both hands, moaning, "You rascal, can't you let me sleep? Oh, it's unusually hard today, are you dreaming about someone's wife?" Li Jingang,

panting heavily, thrust into her while saying, "It's okay, you sleep, I'll do mine. Damn, this feels so good, I can never get enough! Damn, Liu Xizhu, your mother really knew how to give birth to you, making your thing so tight and slippery, it feels so good to fuck."

Xizhu, covered in mud from his ministrations, giggled and scolded him, "Li Jingang, your father was even better at giving birth to you, making you such a diamond drill, oh, it can drill through people..." "My belly."

Hearing his wife praise him like that, Li Jingang became even more excited. He folded her large breasts onto his shoulders and sucked on them with satisfaction, saying, "Comfortable, isn't it? Tell me, do you want someone to drill into you like this?"

Xizhu said with pleasure, "Ah, um, I like it, I like it so much, husband, harder, drill through,"

Li Jingang hummed and thrust, saying, "Um, good, damn it, tell me, what do you want your husband to use to drill into you hard? Tell me!"

Liu Xizhu put down her breasts and thrust them in and out, making her moan and groan. The couple joked, but it didn't delay their intimate moments. Li Jingang knelt between Xizhu's legs, his waist moving in and out like oil, making Xizhu moan and groan with pleasure, her two cone-shaped breasts swaying.

Because they lived on a hillside where no one else lived, Xizhu didn't have to worry about being heard no matter how loudly she shouted. And their three-year-old son, Huzi, once he fell asleep, was like a small stone, not waking up until dawn.

Li Jingang loved his wife's fiery passion; hearing her moans only fueled his desire.

The couple worked feverishly, sweating profusely, while outside, the rain, accompanied by thunder, lashed down.

The windowpanes cascaded like a waterfall, startling the ducks around the house. Lightning illuminated the woman's naked body, entwined on the bed, revealing everything.

The heavier the rain, the more Li Jingang's desire surged.

He flipped his wife over, making her kneel before him, and spread her white, round labia with his hands, watching his long member penetrate her.

Xizhu wriggled contentedly, moaning with pleasure.

In the flashes of lightning, Li Jingang admired his wife's alluring breasts swaying and responding to him; the increasingly tight contractions made his member inside her feel like it was about to explode, a piercing sensation.

He gripped his wife's waist tightly, panting heavily, and said repeatedly, "Wife, wife, get ready, I'm coming, I'm going to give it to you!"

Liu Xizhu quickly raised her body higher to receive her husband's irrigating. Just as the two were moving intensely and rapidly, a thunderclap descended from the sky with a deafening roar, as if it had shattered the roof, exploding brightly before their eyes!

The couple, who were reveling in the exhilarating sensation of life and death, both cried out in shock and instantly lost consciousness!

After a brief silence, their son Hu Zi's cries, accompanied by the still-pattering rain, rang out deafeningly.

The thunder had been so loud that it had even woken the soundly sleeping Hu Zi.

Liu Xizhu awoke from her unconsciousness, but felt a large pool of fluid flowing down her lower body, like the sensation of childbirth.

She nudged Li Jingang, who was still clinging to her, and said, "Get up quickly, the baby's awake, don't let the little guy see that we're not dressed."

Li Jingang didn't say a word.

Xizhu, thinking he was still unconscious, crawled out from under him, wrapping a blanket around herself as she prepared to pick up and comfort her crying son. She kicked Li Jingang back, saying, "Still not awake? Your 'fire' was so powerful, it even struck the Thunder God, haha."

Li Jingang finally curled up on the kang (heated brick bed) and convulsed, saying, "Oh no, Xizhu, I might have messed up."

Xizhu, while comforting her son, asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Jingang painfully clutched his genitals, saying, "That...it was as hard as a rock just now, and I was about to...when suddenly that thunder startled me, it went awry, and even my testicles went back in." " It hurts so much in my stomach, like being pricked with needles. I hope nothing bad will happen!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xizhu stopped comforting her son and quickly put him back down. She climbed onto the kang ( a heated brick bed) and said, "Let me see, why did they shrink back?"

Li Jingang was in too much pain to let go. He finally managed to let Xizhu crawl into his room to take a look. Xizhu's voice became panicked, "Oh dear Jingang, it's really not good. It seems like all three of your things have shrunk back into your stomach. There's just a pile of skin left on the outside. We can't leave it like this. We have to go find Gangshi to take a look right away! You wait here, I'll go to him right now!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly put on her clothes, while Huzi cried loudly beside her.

The rain had stopped, and dawn was breaking. Xizhu, carrying Huzi, ran back to the village from the ranch outside. Passing the old village temple, she found a large crowd gathered there.

Dalaizi lay sprawled on the ground, like a dead dog under the eaves of the temple, foaming at the mouth. He tried to get up but couldn't stand.

Several early-rising villagers stood in front of the temple, angrily berating him, saying he had dared to act drunkenly in the temple, defiling the Third Aunt, and that he would suffer the consequences!

In Chapter 57 of Volume 1, the girl

Da Lai, feeling wronged, pleaded, "I...I didn't defile Auntie! I...I drank too much last night, so I came to your village to find my wife. I remember I slept with her, so how...how did I end up here? My wife works at Li Doumiao's house; she can vouch for me."

Someone got up early to check on the river and passed by the revered Auntie Temple, where people from all around lay sprawled out, naked.

They were furious and started making a scene, attracting a crowd. Li Doumiao and Xinghua were also informed and rushed over to see what was going on.

Xinghua, seeing her family like this in front of so many people, was mortified.

While helping Da Lai carry the bag, she muttered to herself, trying to clear her name, "Don't tell me, last night when you came to see me, I saw you were drunk and told you to go home quickly. How did you get so drunk and end up here?"

The deity enshrined in the Third Aunt Temple was a figure revered by people for miles around.

Legend has it that during the Ming Dynasty, there was a kind-hearted girl named Third Aunt who respected the elderly and children and performed many good deeds.

That year, before her wedding, it rained for three days straight, causing a disaster.

She prayed to Heaven not to punish the people of this area, saying that if the rain stopped, she would never marry, would fast and worship the gods, and be grateful for Heaven's grace.

The rain did indeed stop, and she resolutely broke off her engagement. But on her wedding day, a sedan chair suddenly appeared, took her into the air, and disappeared.

Everyone said her good deeds were rewarded, and she ascended to become an immortal. Later, a temple dedicated to the Third Aunt was built for her in the local area, and the day of her wedding was designated as the temple fair. Many devout women would come to pray on the fair day, and quite a few of them had their wishes fulfilled...

As an immortal who was Huang Yihua's daughter, the Third Aunt naturally couldn't tolerate the filthy and sordid affairs of women. Da Lai got drunk the day before the temple fair and came to the temple to defile her, so naturally he had to be punished.

No wonder yesterday's half-sunny day turned into such a terrible thunderstorm in the early morning.

While everyone was chatting, Xi Zhu, who was carrying Hu Zi to fetch a doctor, was inwardly bitter, thinking that Da Lai had done something wrong, so why was her family's Li Jingang punished?

She didn't care about getting involved in this public matter in front of the Third Aunt Temple and hurriedly went to fetch the village doctor, Li Gangshi.

Li Gangshi, a self-taught barefoot doctor who learned from his father, was quite knowledgeable in traditional Chinese medicine. He was adept at providing basic care for villagers, treating minor ailments, and even treating the village's livestock. However

, he dared not make a decision on matters of life and death, but solemnly urged them to go to the hospital immediately.

Li Doumiao called a taxi driver in town, and together with her sister-in-law and parents, went to the Second People's Hospital of the county, thirty miles from the village.

The Second People's Hospital also refused to admit Li Gangshi, and he was transferred to a hospital in Shuocheng.

Li Doumiao had to finish her processing work, so she returned to Mingcun alone.

In the evening, her twin, Li Qinghe, returned to the village for summer vacation.

Although Li Qinghe and Li Doumiao were born of the same twin, they were fraternal twins, resulting in completely different appearances and personalities.

Li Qinghe excelled in her studies from a young age, unlike Doumiao, who was born half an hour earlier.

She was quiet and reserved, easily blushing, and twice as beautiful as the already pretty Doumiao.

All the teachers liked her; everyone said Qinghe wasn't a child who grew up in the fields.

So her father always favored her, eventually supporting her studies so she could go to university in Beijing.

Li Qinghe wanted to come home to see her family during summer vacation, but unexpectedly, her brother had an accident and was hospitalized. Her parents, sister-in-law, and Hu Zi stayed there to take care of him. She couldn't help much, so she came back to the village to keep Doumiao company for a couple of days.

Wan Zailong was most afraid of Li Qinghe.

Whenever Qinghe was in the village, he felt an invisible pressure, as if he couldn't even walk without feeling his weight on his shoulders.

He liked Qinghe, but no one knew.

He knew he wasn't good enough for her; her future belonged to the big city, to the people there. He, Wan Zailong, was just a free-spirited, dreamless dog in the countryside. He couldn't imagine Qinghe ever wanting to have anything to do with him; he just wanted to watch her from afar, silently.

That evening, Zailong was on his internet.

He only knew computers were good, but he hadn't really used them much. After opening MSN, besides browsing for a while, he felt a sense of utter bewilderment, like a tiger trying to eat the sky.

A beautiful image kept flashing through his mind. She had appeared countless times in his dreams, like a beautiful white cloud floating in his heart and in his dreams, making him dare only look up at her, not approach her. Even in his lewd dreams, he hadn't dared to defile her.

This time, when Qinghe returned, he saw her from afar wearing a white cotton dress, her figure so slender and captivating. Just looking at her from a distance made him feel breathless and dizzy.

He couldn't even clearly distinguish what her features looked like now, because ever since he started interacting with women at the age of fifteen, he had felt ashamed and dirty in her presence. He dared not look directly into her clear, dark eyes.

As Wan Zailong was absentmindedly browsing the web, a timid female voice rang out from the mountain gate, "Zailong, Zailong."

Upon hearing this voice, Wan Zailong's entire body went numb.

He didn't even dare to turn back. He thought he was hallucinating, and even wondered if he had entered Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

Half-fragrant traces suddenly visit the mountain hermit.

Li Qinghe stood at the mountain gate, saw the lights on inside, and Wan Zailong sitting in front of the computer. She called out loudly again, "Zailong, may I come in?"

Wan Zailong wasn't pretending to be deaf and dumb to act like a big shot. He was just cursing himself for being so spineless. Hearing Li Qinghe's voice made him so nervous that his hands and feet went numb, and his teeth were chattering.

He

turned his head forcefully, forced a smile at Li Qinghe, and said, "Oh, Qing, Qing, Qinghe, come in, come in."

Li Qinghe smiled at him absentmindedly and gracefully floated into the room.

Wan Zailong staggered to his feet from in front of the computer, looking helplessly at Li Qinghe who was smiling at him. He said, "Qinghe, you, what brings you here? Is your brother alright?"

As soon as he asked the question, he mentally cursed himself, "Wan Zailong, you've embarrassed yourself to the core! Li Jingang's illness—is that something you can ask about? You must have lost your mind!"

He stared at Li Qinghe in embarrassment, but Li Qinghe wasn't particularly embarrassed. Instead, she said softly, "Oh, he's alright. Zailong, I heard you got broadband installed here. May I use your computer?"

Wan Zailong nodded vigorously, saying, "Sure, sure, use it however you like! If you like it, you can even take it home!"

Li Qinghe, who had been feeling down, couldn't help but chuckle at his words. She covered her face with her delicate, fair hand and said, "I don't have a Wi-Fi card. Even if I take your computer back, I won't have internet access."

Wan Zailong's face turned bright red! He wanted to kick himself inwardly. He

quickly scratched himself, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Look how clumsy I am, haha. Okay, you can use it here. I won't bother you. I'll sit here, you can use it as you please."

Then, as if Li Qinghe were on fire, he hurriedly darted to the sofa on the other side of the hill.

Seeing his reaction, Li Qinghe was infected by his nervousness and agitation, and felt a little embarrassed herself. To cover her embarrassment, she didn't say anything more and obediently sat down at Wan Zailong's computer desk, typing away rapidly.

Wan Zailong sat there, staring blankly at Li Qinghe, who was intently typing a few feet away.

He knew he looked silly sitting there, but he really didn't know what else to do. The large tree stump in front of the sofa, which served as a coffee table, was completely devoid of anything except for a drinking cup—not even a scrap of paper!

He knew that in a situation like this, he'd better pretend to read a book or newspaper, but he was never good at that, so he couldn't resort to any last-minute solutions.

He stared at the cup in front of him until it almost shattered before finally finding something to do: he poured Li Qinghe a glass!

Trembling, he held the glass to her, his voice trembling, "Qing...Qinghe, you...you drink this."

Li Qinghe looked up at him, smiled slightly, and said, "Oh, thank you, Zailong."

Her smile made him dizzy. He, who was usually quite assertive with many women, now felt like a shy boy who had never spoken to a woman before, his face turning completely red!

He tried to stay calm, smiled at her, and said, "No, it's nothing, you continue. I... I'll go outside and take a look."

Li Qinghe glanced at him gratefully and said softly, "Okay."

He knew she had misunderstood. She couldn't believe that his suggestion to go outside was because he was so nervous he couldn't breathe. She thought he was considerately thinking about the impact on a lonely woman in the village if the neighbors found out.

When Wan Zailong handed her the dress earlier, he had inadvertently caught a glimpse of something peeking out from under her V-neck dress because he was standing behind her.

Her skin was so white and tender, better than any woman's skin he had ever touched.

The neckline of her dress wasn't too deep; from eye level, he could only see her delicate neck, but from behind, he could see a faint, dark cleavage in the gap between the collar.

The cleavage was shaped like two semi-circles bound together, and with her breathing, Wan Zailong could clearly see the continuous undulations of her erect, cone-shaped breasts, and even the fine downy hairs of her skin were clearly visible.

Wan Zailong couldn't help but speculate. Li Qinghe's breasts were positioned high, probably below the third rib, and were of moderate size and quite firm. Had they been touched?

Wan Zailong stood alone outside the mountain, gazing at the stars, his mind racing. His hands were clenched in his pockets.

His chest heaved violently, a burning fire coursing through him—a fire different from the one he felt when he saw Sister-in-law Xinghua and Wan Meimei. This fire made him tremble, made his heart burn, and made his lower abdomen throb. Yet, at this moment, he felt an urge to cry.

Damn it, he didn't know what was wrong with him. Had he been possessed by something? He felt like a mental patient, his mind wandering. He wanted to rush in and embrace the girl sitting there like a pure white lotus, he wanted to kiss her, touch her, and tell her he loved her!

But he couldn't do anything. He could only wander like a lonely wolf, endlessly circling the flat ground outside the mountain, afraid to make a sound.

He dared not disturb Li Qinghe. He wanted her to stay in his mountain village a little longer, just a little longer, so that after she left Mingcun and returned to Beijing, he would feel that this dilapidated and backward little mountain village was so peaceful and tranquil. He could cherish the scent she left behind and endure all the days without her.

Wan Zailong simply went to the rocky cliff at the top of the mountain, lay down on a large rock warmed by the daytime sun, looking at the sparsely lit village at the foot of the mountain, looking at the dark sky. For the first time, he felt that this kind of life wandering in the mountains was too lonely and empty.

He thought about Li Qinghe.

What was she doing on the computer? Her university life in Beijing must be very colorful, right? She must have made friends in the city, right? Was she chatting with her friends? Did she kiss her friends? What did she look like without clothes?

Thinking of this, Wan Zailong's thoughts froze. He couldn't imagine Li Qinghe without clothes. He thought that if he saw her breasts, he definitely wouldn't even be able to breathe. As for his manhood, would it still be as powerful as it was in front of other women?

In Chapter 59 of Volume 1, amidst the reeds,

he thought of his first encounter with a woman when he was fifteen.

A film crew had come, setting up several sets of television drama sets amidst the reeds where the Datao River flows into the sea. He skipped school to watch. At

fifteen, he was already 1.78 meters tall, his gaze calm, cold, and indifferent, quite unlike his age.

He stood behind a large group of villagers watching the spectacle, curiously observing everything. His youthful face, the wispy down just beginning to appear around his lips, caught the attention of the elegant female director.

Later, he and several strong young men were chosen to be extras, running shirtless in the bleak autumn wind, the reeds' fluff cutting their faces.

Wan Zailong felt like a free-spirited horse, galloping past the discerning female director.

He couldn't tell her age; she was more beautiful and more mature than any rural woman he had ever seen. She was wearing thin clothes, with a shawl made of some kind of fur draped over her shoulders. Wan Zailong's eyes were constantly drawn to her particularly prominent breasts, giving him his first noticeable physical response in front of a woman.

The day after he ran in front of her, he lay in the mountains, awkwardly relieving himself, his fresh, primal desire erupting powerfully, making a mess.

Next time, she invited him to a secluded spot deep in the reeds, placed her hand on his shoulder, looked up at his youthful, flushed face, and asked him how old he was, his family situation

, and how his studies were. He answered each question, and she listened with a smile, her hand, painted with red nail polish, lightly kneading his shoulder, touching his still-undeveloped chest, and saying with regret, "Only fifteen? But you're quite tall."

She was half a height shorter than him, and she pressed herself against his, her small belly deliberately rubbing against his already throbbing erection, until she was right next to him.

He immediately became aroused.

He felt a slippery little eel burrow into him, like a snake, indeed, making his head spin.

He stretched out, flustered, unsure how to deal with this woman much older than him.

Her fingers hooked around his, skillfully guiding him to follow her movements between their lips and teeth.

His throat was dry, and he clumsily bit into the exposed little eel inside, swallowing her secretions.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her genitals.

Such erect things, Wan Zailong had never touched them before, and he nervously grasped them, unsure how to treat them. She whispered a command, "Rub them, do whatever you want,"

her hand slipping inside him, his burning hardness causing her great shame. She grasped it, measuring it with her fingers, letting out a low gasp of surprise.

Fifteen-year-old Wan Zailong had never been with a woman before; he knew nothing about women. As an orphan, he had no memory of even breastfeeding.

Now, this woman, much older than him, took his hand and placed it on hers. He felt both afraid and nervous.

Curiosity and novelty got the better of him, and he couldn't help but grab her soft flesh. It felt good, so he grabbed it again.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, her breathing became heavier,

and she stretched out her hand. Her hand also began to move quickly inside him.

The woman's hand seemed boneless, her palms were sweaty, and she gripped Wan Zailong tightly. He had never felt so hard before.

He wanted to do something, but he didn't know how.

The woman said with pity, "Your body hair hasn't even fully grown yet. Have you ever really known anyone before?"

Wan Zailong didn't recognize a certain word she used, but his face immediately turned red, his heart pounded wildly, and he stammered, "No, no."

Upon hearing this, the woman seemed quite interested. Suddenly, she exerted force and pulled his waist down, freeing his young and strong body, which stood out in the autumn wind. His

arousal met with the cold, and he shivered, too ashamed to look at this woman who was much older than him.

She lowered herself generously, carefully examining his entire body.

Although he wasn't fully developed, he possessed all the physical attributes a person should have, and was even more developed than his peers. For the first time, he followed this woman's gaze, seriously examining his own physique, which made him both proud and embarrassed.

The woman pulled his hand inside her clothes, looking at him, and said, "Want me to teach you?"

Wan Zailong felt his hand being pulled to a mysterious place, like a swamp. His fingers didn't move, and she suddenly narrowed her eyes and trembled.

He was confused, not knowing what the woman meant by "teaching him." He just felt it was mysterious, and he wanted to learn!

So, he swallowed a few times and said, "Okay, teach me."

She then took his hand and ran it over her voluptuous body, saying, "You have to understand women first. Do you know what this is?"

Wan Zailong hadn't expected this city woman to ask him such a question. She looked beautiful and capable, and many people in the film crew were subservient to her, but in this deserted reed bed, she actually asked him such a bold question.

Unlike her, Wan Zailong wasn't deliberately pretentious; he answered her directly with a single word.

Upon hearing that word, the woman seemed electrified, letting out a satisfied "oh." At the same time, Wan Zailong felt something even more wondrous surge from her body where his hand was touching, instantly engulfing his fingers.

She draped her arm over his shoulder, looking at him flirtatiously, and said, "Want to meet a woman? Come on, let's have some fun first, then I'll teach you slowly. I really want to now."

With that, she pulled Wan Zailong down onto the reeds. Wan Zailong was pulled into the reeds, his body pressed against her full, ripe breasts, heavier than a pile of cotton. Hearing her heavier panting, his own breathing became erratic.

But before the woman could open herself up and take him in, a voice called her from afar, "Director Pan, President Liao is looking for you, his phone number!"

It was the film crew looking for her.

Upon hearing this, the woman's interest vanished instantly. She angrily climbed out from under Wan Zailong, tidying the reeds, and said, "We're going back today. I'll stay in your county town for a day tomorrow; come find me!" (

Chapter 60, Volume 1) Inside the hotel,

Wan Zailong nodded blankly. The woman hurriedly gave him the name of a hotel, raised an eyebrow at him with a smile, and then disappeared from the reeds.

Wan Zailong lay under the reeds, closing his eyes and imagining the woman's white breasts and the moistness between them. His hand gripped his hardened member, rapidly stroking it. Blue sky, white clouds, the wind whistling through the reeds—everything around him was simple and vibrant, like his restless and confused youth. His body was as hard as iron after being forged and cooled, standing erect, like a burst of white lava, ready to erupt again!

One time, he skipped class and took the bus into the county town.

That was the first time he had left the area of Mingcun and Yingfang Town, the first time he had seen so many buildings, so many cars, and the hustle and bustle of the streets.

He didn't know how to take the bus, so he asked for directions all the way until he reached the county guesthouse, about three miles from the station.

He walked nervously to the guesthouse entrance, wondering how to find the woman.

Just then, a taxi pulled up behind him, and the woman, wearing large sunglasses, got out and smiled at him with her red lips.

Although she was heavily disguised, Wan Zailong immediately recognized her as Director Pan.

She waved to him, and he quickly followed.

The woman went to the front desk, booked a room, and led Wan Zailong upstairs to his room, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Wan Zailong felt the receptionist's gaze scrutinizing him like a searchlight on his back. He felt a

restless, throbbing unease.

The woman led him into the room, which was carpeted and walked on without making a sound. Wan Zailong curiously looked around, like a complete naive, unsophisticated poor boy.

The woman seemed to particularly enjoy his unpretentious simplicity, glancing at him and laughing, a laugh that made him feel awkward.

The woman gestured with her chin towards him and said, "Look, that's the bathroom. You can take a shower there. Go wash up and change your clothes."

Wan Zailong was sweating profusely and felt embarrassed. The woman smelled so good and was dressed so elegantly. He felt a little inferior and obediently went to the bathroom.

He had never seen a shower before, only on TV, and didn't know how to use it. When he touched it, a blast of cold water hit him, almost choking him.

He quickly turned the switch, but turned it too hard, and another stream of hot water came out, making him cry out and jump away.

The woman heard the noise and came out of the room. Wan Zailong noticed that she had taken off her clothes and was only wrapped in a large towel.

Her fair shoulders and half of her breasts were exposed, and her legs were writhing like snakes.

His eyes widened instantly.

The woman, however, didn't seem to care about his staring eyes. Instead, she came over and helped him adjust the shower gel, laughing as she said, "What a country bumpkin! Hehe, a completely uncultivated wasteland!"

She then showed him how to use the shower gel and where the towel was, gave him a quick glance, and left.

Wan Zailong hadn't slept a wink all night and was still full of energy. He didn't want to waste time; he just wanted to finish quickly so the woman could "teach" him about women. So, he quickly stripped off his clothes and rushed to the showerhead to rinse.

After washing, he smelled of fresh shower gel and felt refreshed. He wrapped the towel around his waist and came out of the bathroom.

The woman was lying down listening to music. Hearing him come out, she opened her eyes, looked him over, smiled, and said, "Wait here, I'll go in and wash up."

Wan Zailong sat on the sofa, looking around the hotel room.

For him, cheap red carpets, genuine leather sofas, air conditioning, water dispensers, and beautiful curtains were already a distant and unattainable life.

He never fantasized about ever leaving Mingcun and Longshan. He thought the outside world was like a cloud in the sky to an orphan like him, far too distant to be connected to.

The woman came out after washing, a towel wrapped around her, her breasts heaving. Her lower body was barely covered by the towel, two white, dazzling lines.

Wan Zailong didn't lower himself shyly, but boldly stared at her almost complete body. A fire burned fiercely in his lower abdomen, making his eyes glaze over and his cheeks flush red.

He was already fifteen years old, and he often had dreams like that, dreaming that he pinned down a woman from the village who was breastfeeding a baby in the street, touching and poking her inappropriately. The woman made alluring sounds, while he panted heavily, feeling incredibly comfortable. When he woke up, there was a large amount of fluid between his legs.

Gu Sheng was a year older than him and told him in detail about how he was dragged into the fields by a young woman from Yingfang Village. He listened, his hands clenching so tightly they cracked.

He felt that women were mysterious creatures. Apart from seeing half of their breasts exposed when they were breastfeeding, he had never seen their most private parts.

His pack of fierce dogs would bark and howl as soon as the sun came up. He'd seen male dogs and wolves riding on top of each other since he was a child, and sometimes he'd mischievously whack them with small branches, making them howl and spin in circles, yet still greedily sticking their rear ends together, tails entwined, refusing to let go of those two tightly intertwined parts.

No wonder there's a saying, "Dogs are like that—only let in, never let out."

The woman didn't say much, walking straight to him, straddling the sofa, her heaving breasts right in front of Wan Zailong.

His throat bobbed, and his hand involuntarily rose to place on her waist.

Then, suddenly, he buried his face in hers, frantically biting the half of her full, white breast.

She cried out, slapping him lightly, scolding, "You brat, you're quite impatient! Do you even know how? Oh dear, I'll teach you a lesson later!"

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