[Rural Areas] The Countryside is So Beautiful (Complete) - 21

Chapter 119
"Hey girl, stop teasing me," I said quickly as she forcefully sat on me. Although she was dressed, she still looked quite voluptuous from the front.

"I was just teasing you," she said, grabbing my hand and laughing recklessly, then whispering in my ear, "I'm not wearing underwear right now?"

"What?" Her words instantly made my blood boil.

"Really, look!" she said, lifting her denim skirt.

I stared at her pale thighs, speechless, swallowing hard.

She quickly lifted her skirt, then covered them again. In a fleeting glimpse, I vaguely saw her milky-white panties. So she was wearing them. This girl had lied to me.

"Hehe, you pervert, I thought you were a saint." Xia Xiaoli giggled, her chest bouncing.

Just as I was about to speak, she suddenly kissed me on the cheek again and whispered, "Brother, thank you." Her face was earnest. "Just now, I almost went astray. Thank you for not letting me."

I knew what she meant. Xia Xiaoli was probably emotionally unstable because of her argument with Jiang Ailian. I opened my mouth to say, "Xiaoli, actually, Village Chief Jiang..."

"I know..." Before I could finish, she stopped me.

Looking at the confident look in this girl's eyes, I felt a little dazed. Although we were only a few years apart, I couldn't understand what was going on in her head. Perhaps this was the generation gap.

On the way out of the dormitory, Xia Xiaoli still managed to fool the administrator using the same method, and then walked me out of the school gate. Once outside, she started pulling my arm unabashedly, as if she were really a little girlfriend.

I didn't let her walk me any further, but instead repeatedly told her to study hard. Finally, Xia Xiaoli listened to my advice and turned back to school.

On the way, I couldn't stop thinking about how this girl had changed so much. It was probably all because of Jiang Ailian's provocation. I should find a chance to have a serious talk with her. But now I really regretted it. I didn't know if I would have another chance like this. After all, getting into a girls' dormitory wasn't an easy thing.

I was feeling regretful now, but I didn't expect that in that dormitory in the near future, I would experience an even more erotic scene.

I didn't come back all day yesterday. I didn't expect that Jiang Ailian would still look at me with a gloomy and lifeless expression, and give me a cold shoulder. I was interested in her, but I wasn't used to being ignored. So when she ignored me, I just washed up and went to bed to make up for the time I spent last night. I slept until after six o'clock in the evening before dragging my heavy body to the bathroom to take a cold shower, change my clothes, and prepare to go downstairs for dinner. I probably wouldn't be back tonight. I had an appointment with Wang Qian.

"Going out?!" I didn't expect to run into Jiang Ailian carrying a thermos as soon as I was about to go downstairs. She saw me and asked with a dark face.

"Hmm," I nodded, not saying much, and stepped aside to let her go up first.

Jiang Ailian opened her mouth, but seeing that I wasn't looking at her, she finally snorted coldly and went upstairs with the thermos.

"Women, they're really unreasonable." I could only shake my head and walk into the night.

When I entered the duty room, only Zhao Na was there. She was on the phone, joking with someone. When she saw me, Zhao Na glared at me and said, "You pervert, don't you know this is the duty room? Outsiders aren't allowed in?" She still seemed angry that I had said her chest was small.

I didn't say anything, but stared intently at her chest, my eyes like daggers, as if they could pierce through her white nurse's uniform.

"You bastard, did you hear me? What... what are you looking at?" Seeing that I was staring at her chest, Zhao Na knew what I meant and immediately grabbed a chair to smash at me. Damn,

I was startled. Women can be unreasonable when they go crazy. Zhao Na's small frame weighed at most 80 or 90 pounds, but she picked up the chair without any effort.

"No, no, Zhao Na, Sister Zhao, Aunt Zhao, stop!" I quickly stopped her.

She chuckled at my string of address, her eyes darting around as she teased, "Good nephew, what do you want from your aunt? Don't run around, Aunt Zhao will buy you something to eat later."

I was speechless; she really treated me like a child. I replied, "Auntie, I don't want anything you buy."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Zhao Na asked, confused.

"I want to eat your milk..." I said, pretending to be an idiot, staring at her chest, "Auntie, how come you don't have milk..."

"You pervert, I'm going to kill you!" This time she finally lost her temper, struggling to grab the chair and smashing it at me.

I dodged several times, but seeing this wasn't working, I disarmed her, grabbing the chair's pivot and pulling hard, landing safely in the chair.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Na clung tightly to the chair, and with my pull, she fell right into my lap.

We were both stunned. This was an unexpected turn of events. Zhao Na exuded a youthful warmth and captivating fragrance. I was considerably taller than her, and with the loose fit of her nurse's uniform, I could easily see her fair breasts through the opening at the top. Actually, Zhao Na's breasts weren't small, just rather petite; viewed from above, they were quite shapely.

"You pervert!" Before I could react, she had already stood up angrily and slapped me.

"Damn it, are you crazy?" I stood up too. To be honest, it was purely accidental, especially since she had fallen on top of me.

"You filthy pervert, get out of here..." She pointed to the door, her expression extremely agitated. Although the door was closed, I couldn't guarantee that no one outside could hear her.

"What if I don't leave?" I casually moved a chair, sat down at the table, and picked up the nearly worn-out copy of "Story Collection" again.

Seeing that I completely ignored her, Zhao Na became even angrier and reached out to pull me away.

"Damn it, are you ever going to stop?" I was also annoyed. The slap I had just given me completely ignited my anger, and this woman kept nagging like an annoying fly.

"Didn't I just say you should get out of here?"

"If a tiger doesn't go into heat, do you think I'm impotent? (This line is Linglong's original creation, hehe, I'm quite proud of it)." I suddenly grabbed her and slammed her down on the table. The neatly arranged folders were instantly thrown into disarray.

"What are you doing?" She immediately lost her momentum and stared at me in surprise.

"What do you think?" I clamped her legs to prevent her from moving. Then, with a forceful push, I pressed her hands down on the table, making her look like a suffering Jesus.

"Put me down, you pervert!" Her face turned pale with fright, her legs kicking incessantly, and her not-so-ample breasts heaving with tension.

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in women with small breasts,” I said, pressing my lips against her chest before quickly releasing them.

“You bastard…you pervert…” she glared at me, then suddenly burst into tears, leaving marks on her already delicate face. I hadn’t expected this pretty girl to be wearing makeup.

“Don’t cry,” I said, suddenly flustered. “If you cry like this, people will think I did something to you.”

"Tell me what you did to me! You were being a pervert just now! What were you trying to do?" She wiped her face with her delicate hand, making her makeup even more ruined.

"That was an accident, okay? If anyone's being a pervert, it's you! You tried to seduce me, trying to get close to me. I pushed you away, and when that didn't work, you got angry and slapped me."

"You...you..." She was no match for me in terms of eloquence, and I made her speechless. She just pointed at my face with her delicate finger.

"Do you have a mirror?" I knew that women usually carried a small mirror with them wherever they went.

"Why? No."

"I think you need to look at your face in the mirror. Your makeup is all ruined now, and your face looks like a cat's bottom."

"You..." She pointed at me, but didn't bother to explain. She hurriedly took a mirror from the drawer, looked at her face, and rushed out the door before even saying a word. It seemed she was going to the bathroom to wash her face.

This woman is really something else. Why is nothing going right for me these days? I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Young Master Wang is really something, he even managed to get himself into the hospital for showing off." I was flipping through a storybook when Wang Qian's voice rang out from the doorway.

I turned around and saw Zhao Na following behind her, looking utterly miserable, especially with tears still clinging to her small face, looking pitiful, like a little girl who had just been gang-raped by hundreds of burly men

. Her appearance, however, stirred something within me. "What were you doing? Why did it take you so long to come back? Did you see? I was just slapped." I quickly protested my innocence.

"You deserve it, who told you to act like a hooligan?"

"Hey, can you explain yourself clearly? This is a matter of my personal honor. You didn't sit on my lap yourself, you better explain yourself!"

"And you also... and..." She hesitated for a long time before finally saying that I had pinned her down on the table.

"You rascal, did you expect Zhao Na to be sitting on your lap all by herself?" I hadn't said anything, but Wang Qian got jealous and pinched my waist hard, then asked what was wrong.

I quickly explained, afraid of offending another lady. After I explained, Wang Qian made me apologize to Zhao Na and even asked me to buy her some ice cream as an apology.

So I happily ran to a nearby shop and bought a few ice creams for the two of them.

Actually, there wasn't much to do on the night shift. It was mainly to be on guard against emergencies from patients in the ER or hospital, so there wasn't much to do, and the three of us chatted. Since the two of them were on the night shift, they took turns doing the work: Zhao Na for the second half and Wang Qian for the first half.

Time flew by. Because I was chatting, Wang Qian was always energetic, but the two of them were careful not to wake Zhao Na who was sleeping in the inner room, so they spoke very softly. Wang Qian also checked the ward a few times, and then came back to sit on my lap and chat again.

Around 3 a.m., Zhao Na woke up automatically. Her eyes still blurry with sleep, she saw me embracing Wang Qian, blushed, and muttered "pervert" before going to wash her face.

Wang Qian started dozing off a little after 3 a.m., seemingly due to a long-established biological clock. Besides, she hadn't slept well since yesterday, so she fell asleep very quickly. There was only one hospital bed. At first, Wang Qian asked me to lie down, but it was a bit cramped for two people. Gradually, my hands started to wander, exploring Wang Qian's body. She didn't object; Zhao Na knew about our relationship anyway.

Wang Qian initially hesitated, afraid Zhao Na outside would hear, but under my caresses, she quickly became wet, rolled over, and kissed me.

However, she remained mindful of Zhao Na outside, only lifting her skirt and sitting on my lap. This way, even if there was an emergency, we could manage. This suited my needs. I sat on the bed, holding her and moving around. At first, she managed to hold back her moans, but eventually, she couldn't help but cry out, finally collapsing limply in my arms.

Seeing that Wang Qian was indeed very tired, we cleaned ourselves up and I put her on the bed so she could sleep comfortably.

However, I felt a persistent urge to urinate, so I slipped out of the inner room. I was a little embarrassed to see Zhao Na, but she wasn't there. She must have gone to check on the patients. That girl is quite dedicated, I thought to myself, before heading to the restroom around the corner.

The hallway was quiet at this time, not a soul in sight. The lights in the wards were all off, and only a draft blew through the corridor.

I quietly entered the restroom, and just as I was about to urinate, I heard faint moans from the next stall. Although the sound was very soft, I heard it very clearly.

"At this hour..." I couldn't believe someone was having sex in the restroom in the middle of the night. What a good spot. I suddenly became interested; I hadn't expected my hearing to improve again. I pressed myself against the wall, but to my surprise, there was only a woman's voice, no man's panting.

Only one woman, masturbating? Who would masturbate in the bathroom in the middle of the night? A sudden realization dawned on me—Zhao Na. It could only be Zhao Na at this moment. No wonder I hadn't seen her on duty in the guard room; she was hiding here. She probably couldn't resist listening to our voices for too long.

I frowned, a plan forming in my mind. I quietly closed the toilet door and tiptoed into the women's restroom. My steps were very light, afraid of disturbing Zhao Na.

Sure enough, the light switch was right by the door. I pulled the switch, and "snap!" the light went out.

Zhao Na immediately stopped talking and didn't move an inch. I could imagine how nervous she was.

Chapter 120
The restroom was completely silent. I could only hear Zhao Na's rapid breathing. She looked terrified; she didn't dare move an inch.

I secretly chuckled to myself. This time, I'd teach this timid beauty a lesson, and see if she dared to be arrogant in front of me again.

I pulled the light bulb cord again, and with a "whoosh," the toilet was instantly illuminated again. Hearing the sound, Zhao Na stirred slightly, then silence returned. She asked softly, "Who's there?" Her voice was uncertain; she seemed afraid because she hadn't heard any footsteps.

The toilet was completely silent. Finally, she couldn't help but ask again, trembling, "Is anyone there...is anyone there..."

The answer came with a "snap," and the toilet light went out again. Everything was lifeless once more, the atmosphere eerily chilling. Even I, the one who started it all, felt a chill run down my spine, let alone Zhao Na. I'm sure she had read "The Secret of Room 503," about a girl's haunting experience in the toilet at night—a very popular book at the time.

"Meow..." I meowed softly, then quickly retreated into the men's restroom and began to unzip my pants to relieve myself.

After a while, I heard sparse noises from next door. It must be Zhao Na starting to put on her nurse's skirt. I yelled, "Who's there?"

She immediately stopped and fell silent.

"Who's turning on the light... Is anyone there?" I yelled again, confident she could hear me.

I could imagine how terrified Zhao Na was next door. Imagine, a ghostly event happening in the next bathroom in the middle of the night—this only confirmed my suspicions.

"Who the hell is joking... I... Huh, why is nobody here..." I said, trying to sound very strange.

"Huh, why is nobody here? I told you to hide..." I said, walking back into the women's restroom.

Just as I pushed open the door, I saw Zhao Na lifting her skirt, reaching out to open it as well. When she saw me, she opened her mouth wide to scream, but I quickly covered her mouth.

Zhao Na was pale-faced. She hadn't even properly dressed before running out, showing how terrified she had been.

Seeing me, she loosened her grip on her skirt, revealing the beautiful curves of her round, firm buttocks and her snow-white, alabaster thighs. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, swallowing hard.

She threw herself into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly, completely forgetting her accidental exposure.

"You scared me just now?" I released her, staring at her as I asked. This was a classic case of the guilty party accusing the innocent first, further intensifying her fear.

"I...I didn't..." the pretty girl stammered.

"Impossible. There were only the two of us in this restroom...you're really bold, daring to tease me in the men's restroom." I smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"I told you, I didn't...just now...the women's restroom lights were turned off too..." she stammered.

"What..." My face turned pale. "This is impossible..."

We looked at each other, and Zhao Na's face turned even paler. I felt a pang of pity and didn't want to scare her any further.

"Let's get out of here quickly," I pulled her along.

"Okay," Zhao Na responded and took a step, forgetting that her skirt was tangled around her calves. She stumbled and fell forward.

I turned around at the sound and quickly reached out to catch her, wrapping my arms around her waist. As I caught her, Zhao Na clung tightly to my neck, thankfully preventing her from falling to the ground.

But at that moment, our actions were intense—her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, while I had my hands inside her clothes, holding her waist and pressing my head completely against her ample bosom. The heat emanating from her clothes only aroused me more.

"Ah... put me down..." Zhao Na finally realized what was happening and hurriedly pushed me away.

My senses returned, and I quickly put the petite beauty down. I dared not continue teasing her, or I might really have taken her right there and then.

This commotion, however, made Zhao Na forget her fear. Seeing me staring at her legs, she couldn't help but curse, "Pervert!" and frantically started putting on her skirt. Perhaps being watched by a grown man made her a little flustered; she couldn't button it up after several attempts.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in women with small breasts," I said with a smile.

"You…" she immediately became defiant again, hands on her hips, head held high, chest puffed out, like the thin-legged compass in Lu Xun's story.

"Let's go out quickly. What happened just now? Could it really be haunted?" I quickly spoke up, seeing the two were about to argue again.

"Don't scare me…" Sure enough, my words immediately deflated Zhao Na's confidence, and her smile turned pale again.

"Why is the door locked…?" I glanced at her; Zhao Na's face was completely bloodless. She trembled as she pressed the latch to open the door.

"Don't tell Wang Qian about what happened earlier," Zhao Na said softly after we reached the duty room, her complexion fully recovered.

"Tell her what..." I smiled at her, a little regretful that I hadn't taken advantage of this pretty girl. In fact, I was worried about patients getting up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, since there was only one restroom on this floor. It was a pity the main door only had a latch; a lock would have been better.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw in the restroom, or I'll tell Wang Qian you were a pervert..."

"Hey, don't worry, I won't tell. Let me reiterate, I'm not interested in women with small breasts." I said, glancing at her chest.

"You..." Zhao Na glared at me again, opening her lips but not retorting. Just as I lowered my head to drink water, she suddenly whispered, "Wang Hao, are my breasts really that small...?"

"Cough...cough!" I spat out the mouthful of water I had just swallowed, almost suffocating.

"What are you doing..." Zhao Na thought I was making fun of her and immediately became angry.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," I gasped, trying to suppress a laugh, and explained, "I choked on my water." I hadn't expected Zhao Na to be so suspicious. Actually, it's the same principle as the ancient story of Zengzi committing murder.

Someone said Zengzi had killed someone. At first, Zengzi's mother didn't believe it, but after several people said the same thing, even the wise Zengzi's mother couldn't help but doubt her son. Finally, with the help of two neighbors, he escaped from the backyard.

I've always said that Zhao Na's breasts are small, which makes her even more insecure.

"It's nothing... I know another way to increase them... as long as you persevere."

"What method...?" Zhao Na immediately became interested.

"Massage."

"Get lost, you pervert..." She glared at me again and sat back down.

"Hey, what kind of nonsense are you thinking? I'm talking about traditional Chinese medicine acupressure massage, what do you think it is?" I quickly explained.

"Traditional Chinese medicine acupressure massage? I've never heard of that. Does our Great Qin have such a thing...?" She stammered for a long time but couldn't get the words out.

"You're studying medicine, right? Which do you think is better, traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, from the patient's perspective?"

"Western medicine treats the symptoms, while traditional Chinese medicine treats the root cause, but it's too slow." She was a nursing student after all, and she seemed quite interested in her profession.

"Do you know anything about acupoints in traditional Chinese medicine?" I pressed, secretly plotting something.

"No…we weren't taught that in school," she blushed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"I knew you weren't a good student. Did you not pay attention in class and waste your time dating? Let me tell you, I know far more about acupoints than you do…The human body is divided into the Ren and Du meridians, with a total of fourteen meridians and 365 acupoints…Just take the head acupoints as an example, including Touwei, Faji, Yangbai…"

I launched into a long explanation, leaving Zhao Na completely bewildered. It seems the things my mentor taught me are sometimes quite effective at picking up girls.

"Some of these points control muscle regeneration and development, using acupoints to stimulate surrounding muscles, causing breasts to develop a second time... This isn't modern research, but an ancient folk remedy... The 'Twenty-Five Secret Recipes Fragment' records that Yang Guifei, the woman of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, used acupoints to enlarge her breasts..."

"You're talking nonsense..." Zhao Na forgot her embarrassment, just staring at me incredulously.

"You know the famous breast-grabbing incident in history, right? An Lushan grabbed Yang Guifei, which shows that a woman's most attractive feature is definitely her breasts... Imagine if Yang Guifei had been flat-chested, An Lushan wouldn't have been able to grab her even if he wanted to..." I continued my charade.

"Really?" Zhao Na's eyes started sparkling at the end, she seemed to believe it most of the time: "I'll find someone tomorrow..."

Oops, I miscalculated. It seemed she hadn't even considered having me massage her. A thought struck me, and I quickly added, "But since it's acupoints, it's best to have someone knowledgeable do the massage. Otherwise, if they massage one breast and it's uneven, it'll be a problem. Besides, you need to know the order of the acupoints; pressing the wrong ones won't have a noticeable effect..."

"Oh," she responded, still not suggesting I do it.

We chatted like this for a long time, but eventually I got sleepy. Wang Qian woke me up in the morning. After we had breakfast downstairs at the hospital, I took her back to her place on my bicycle to sleep. Neither of us felt awkward about it, as if we were used to it.

I slept until around 2 PM when Wang Qian woke me up. This woman was restless as soon as she woke up, and we had a wild time on the bed for a while before I carried her to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. I originally wanted Wang Qian to cook, but seeing how clumsy she was, I wisely chose to have lunch at a small restaurant at the end of the alley.

After lunch, I went to the Urban Construction Bureau to find Zheng Changyin. The two of us talked about road construction in the office all afternoon. Although I don't have much contact with leaders, I'm generally good at reading people, and thanks to my mentor's long-term training, the conversation wasn't awkward at all.

However, I could tell that Zheng Changyin was indeed a lecher. When he had a clerk pour us tea, he secretly touched the girl's buttocks, and she quickly walked away.

He thought I hadn't seen it, but I just sighed inwardly, lamenting that such a beautiful flower was wasted on such a pile of dung. But then I thought about how I slept with Wang Xia, and suddenly I felt happy again, as if I could see Zheng Changyin wearing a huge green hat.

Just as I was about to leave work, he stopped me, insisting on inviting me to his house for dinner. He said he'd introduce me to some of his friends at the bank that evening. I couldn't refuse, but I wondered why Zheng Changyin was being so nice to me. Was it just because I saved his son's life?

However, I didn't refuse, since the development of Luzhen couldn't do without bank loans.

He said he'd go get the bank's help first, and told me to take a taxi to his house alone. I knew the place, so I found a taxi driver to take me there.

To my surprise, their son, Wenwen, opened the door. The little guy was overjoyed at my arrival, while Wang Xia seemed to have known I was coming, so she wasn't surprised, only giving me a flirtatious smile.

I was a little overwhelmed by Wenwen's enthusiasm, and he pulled me to set up a chessboard, and the two of us started playing chess in the living room.

A short while later, Wang Xia brought us two bowls of chilled plum juice. She gently patted the little guy's head and said, "He just loves playing chess. He's always running around like a madman. Whenever guests come over, he drags them to play. He doesn't know how to do anything else."

Wang Xia was standing next to me; she had taken off her high-heeled sandals and put on casual slippers.

I made a move, looking down at her beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, so alluring. I could

n't resist secretly reaching under the table and giving them a quick pat. Wang Xia immediately became flustered, trying to pull away from my grasp, but her full thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, exuded the softness of a mature woman. I couldn't resist the temptation and continued to stroke her.

The little guy, having just been cornered by me, was frowning, trying to figure out how to escape, completely unaware that his mother was being played with by me right next to him.

Wang Xia clearly didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her son. Her face was flushed, and she looked at me with a pleading gaze. She struggled again, but very gently, afraid of being discovered by her son.

Seeing that I didn't react, she had no choice but to say, "Wang Hao, you guys continue playing. I'll go prepare the vegetables. We'll discuss what to eat when everyone's here." Her words clearly implied that she wanted me to let go.

"It's okay, Sister Wang, you can rest for a while and watch Wenwen and I play chess. If Wenwen makes a mistake, you can help him. Okay, Wenwen?" I countered.

"Mom, where should I move this?" the little one asked.

Wang Xia was both embarrassed and anxious, but she had no choice but to sit down. Her two bowl-shaped breasts were less than twenty centimeters away from me. I deliberately glanced at them and then licked my lips.

She clearly felt the heat in my gaze and knew what I meant. She reached under the table and pinched me, but I grabbed her little hand and wouldn't let go.

Chapter 121
Wang Xia's hands were incredibly delicate, clearly untouched by physical exertion; they were soft and comfortable to the touch. She struggled a few times, but unable to break free, she simply let me play with them, even leaning closer to me to block the little boy Wenwen's view.

Holding Wang Xia's soft little hand, my palms sweated with excitement, and I wanted to take things further. So I pulled her hand closer and placed it on my pants. Wenwen was completely unaware of the unusual interaction between his mother and me, his brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, trying to figure out how to resolve the current crisis. I knew this child loved chess from when I rescued him last time. Although my skill level wasn't high, it was more than enough to handle a child.

After a long while, he finally moved his horse, preventing my cannon from continuing.

I pressed Wang Xia's hand against my thigh, holding it tightly and rubbing it incessantly. Gradually, it began to heat up, and my body reacted uncontrollably. I took advantage of the situation and placed her delicate hand on top of it.

Her face was flushed, but her delicate hands wouldn't move, which frustrated me a bit. Just then, looking at the chessboard, a brilliant idea struck me: "Sister Wang, move my cannon. If you don't, the game is over." I deliberately gestured downwards with my lip, emphasizing the word "cannon."

"Huh, Uncle Wang is going to move the cannon?" Before Wang Xia could speak, Wenwen asked疑惑地问道, "Then move it!"

"I've been moving it all along," I said, shrugging my lower body with a double meaning. Because of the fabric, Wang Xia's slight touch didn't feel much, but I was still very excited.

She felt the obvious change in my lower body, and with my constant teasing, her face turned even redder. Suddenly, she turned and glared at me, her grip tightening, as if she were pinching me hard. I almost cried out.

After a few more moves, I deliberately created an opening, retracting my rook to checkmate, and feigning carelessness as my cannon was captured. This greatly increased Wenwen's advantage on the chessboard, and he immediately became overjoyed, no longer paying attention to what was happening around him. Driven

by lust, I decided to go all in, using my free left hand to unzip my pants, releasing my heat under the table. Wang Xia, naturally, didn't look down, and instinctively reached out to touch it again, only to be startled, as if stung by a scorpion. She quickly pulled her hand away, but I grabbed it again, using a bit of force to pull it back up.

This time she didn't resist, but glanced around anxiously, as if there really was a ghost. I knew she was afraid Wenwen would discover it, so I urged, "Wenwen, hurry up, Uncle is going to checkmate you."

While the little boy was focused on his move, I increased the pressure on my hand, with an air of unyielding authority.

Wang Xia's face flushed even more, but she began to move. I could clearly feel the fine beads of sweat on her palms, and the softness and heat of her hands.

Although we hadn't been able to fully enjoy ourselves on the table, this furtive act still excited me, especially since the blush on Wang Xia's face never faded.

Seeing her body getting closer and closer to me, while Wenwen's attention was completely absorbed by the chessboard, I became bolder. I reached behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, but Wang Xia's hand clenched tightly. I immediately felt my blood rush to my head, stopped moving, pressed my hand against her back, and pressed my body completely against the table, my eyes fixed on Wenwen. Although I knew he couldn't possibly notice my actions, I still wanted to confirm before I felt at ease. I leaned over to observe Wenwen's expression while continuing to slowly but firmly knead Wang Xia's full buttocks. As my fingers slowly moved forward, slipping under her skirt, Wang Xia felt a chill on her thighs and immediately panicked, squeezing her thighs together to try and stop me. But I wasn't about to give up; I reached down and caressed her relentlessly.

Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at me. She pressed her body firmly against the table, letting me caress her, her delicate hands still holding on tightly. At this moment, the woman seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, her body limp against me, her cheeks red, and I could hear her rapid breathing if I got close.

Looking at Wang Xia's blushing cheeks and inhaling her captivating, alluring scent, I felt as if I were in a dream. As I caressed her, I felt her body grow softer and hotter, and she even writhed occasionally. I could feel her dampness through her panties. Of course,

I was multitasking, still locked in a fierce battle with Wenwen at the chessboard.

Just as I was hoping to prolong the game, Wang Xia suddenly spoke up: "Wenwen, 'Black Cat Detective' is about to start. Stop playing chess and go watch TV."

"Oh?" Wenwen immediately stood up, startling both Wang Xia and me. I froze, my hand frozen in place.

"Uncle, let's watch TV. We can play later. I want to watch 'Black Cat Detective'," he pleaded.

"Okay," I reluctantly withdrew my hand under the table, while Wang Xia visibly relaxed, a sly glint in her eyes.

Wenwen turned on the TV, and "Black Cat Detective" had already started. Kids only have a short attention span, and he seemed completely engrossed. Wang Xia, meanwhile, rolled up her skirt, gave me a charming smile, and stood up, saying, "I'll go cook. Your dad and the others should be back soon."

I've never liked cartoons, so I couldn't resist after just the beginning. I told Wenwen, "You keep watching 'Black Cat Detective,' I'll help your mom cook."

The child was clearly absorbed in the show, only casually replying with an "okay," and then fell silent.

I slipped into the kitchen, half-closing the door, and saw Wang Xia standing there washing her hands. I tiptoed up behind her and suddenly hugged her.

She was startled and about to gasp, but when she realized it was me, she glared at me and whispered, "What are you doing not watching TV in the living room?"

I gently licked her earlobe and whispered, "I'm here to help Sister Wang," as I pressed my body tightly against her back. As I spoke, my left hand slipped inside her collar, kneading her skin, while my right hand slipped inside her waist and pushed her apron and skirt up. I pressed her body against the counter and was about to untie myself again.

But she grabbed my hand and whispered, "Don't do this." Although her voice was soft, there was an undeniable air of authority. Only then did I realize how absurd I had been. What if Wenwen came in? We would both be ruined. Although I knew this rationally, I still felt a pang of sadness.

"Wait until tonight... wait until tonight, I'm sorry," Wang Xia said apologetically, giving me a kiss.

"It's nothing," I took a deep breath, tidied myself up again, washed my hands with dish soap, and started helping Wang Xia prepare the vegetables. During this time, she tried to cooperate with my constant kisses, but she wouldn't let me touch her anymore.

It gradually got dark. I put the prepared vegetable leaves in a black garbage bag and carried it to the door, only to find that the garbage bag at the door was full. So I carried both garbage bags towards the garbage bins in the community.

The lights in the stairwell were very dim. Just as I turned the corner at the top of the stairs, someone suddenly came up from below. Because they were moving too fast, I didn't have time to stop and my whole body crashed into them. "Ah!" I cried out as we both fell to the ground. I was pinned down by her, and her legs were on top of me. Instinctively, I reached forward and grabbed her breasts. I touched them; they were soft and very full.

"You… let go!" she said, quickly sitting up from me.

Once we were both standing, I quickly said, "I'm sorry." To my surprise, she also said sorry. We smiled at each other, easing the awkwardness.

In the lamplight, I realized this woman was quite alluring. Her fitted dress couldn't conceal her graceful curves, and her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand.

What puzzled me, however, was that I couldn't discern her age, though my intuition told me she was probably quite old.

"If you have nothing else, I should go," she suddenly said, her lips parting slightly.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're busy," I replied, realizing how impolite it was to stare at someone like that. I brushed the dust off my clothes and hurried downstairs.

After throwing out the trash, I saw Director Zheng carefully carrying several bottles of wine. I quickly went up to greet him and took two bottles from him.

"Did my aunt go upstairs?" he asked casually.

"No," I replied, a little confused.

"Oh, you might have missed her. My aunt is quite a beauty, haha," he chuckled, walked to the door, knocked, and immediately opened it.

The woman who opened the door was the middle-aged beauty I had bumped into earlier. After Zheng Changyin's explanation, I learned that she was the wife of the Zheng family patriarch, now a bank manager. Zheng Changyin was already fifteen when she married him. I sighed inwardly; it was definitely an old man marrying a young woman. However, this woman didn't seem like a simple one.

She wore a striking black and white business suit, and the delicate diamond-encrusted cross around her neck accentuated her fair skin and elegance, suggesting she was a Catholic. Although she was probably forty, I didn't sense any age in her; instead, she exuded a mature charm.

I was somewhat distracted all evening, constantly glancing at Director Xing's legs whenever I had the chance. Her legs were incredibly long and slender, and the way she moved them was very sexy. Because of this, I repeatedly lost to Zheng Changyin in our drinking contests that night, and soon I was flushed and red-faced.

But I have one redeeming quality: I'm all talk and no action. At the dinner table, I deliberately told funny stories to make them all laugh, especially Director Xing, Zheng Changyin's so-called aunt, who laughed non-stop all night. At one point, I pretended to lose my grip on my chopsticks, dropping them on the floor. Then, as I bent down to pick them up, I casually brushed against Director Xing's calf before slowly sitting up. I thought she'd be angry, but she just pulled her foot back slightly. Of course, I didn't go any further. Once could be considered an accident, but if I went too far, she'd definitely think I was flirting with her. If that got me stuck with my bank loan, I'd lose more than I gained, so I didn't dare to be too unrestrained.

Sure enough, when I was almost drunk, Zheng Changyin spoke up. He casually asked, "Wang Hao, I heard Luzhen is historically very famous, is that true?"

"Yes," I replied, but inwardly I became wary. This was probably his real purpose for inviting me to dinner tonight.

Pretending to be somewhat confused, I began to talk about my upcoming investment in a factory, mentioning Xie Yuling's husband's fondness for the local chronicles of Luzhen and the chastity archway of the Zhao family in Luzhen.

As I spoke, I secretly observed Zheng Changyin's expression. Sure enough, when I mentioned the legend of the hidden gold in Luzhen, his face visibly twitched, and he said he had heard about it before. He mentioned many places, so I knew Zheng Changyin had definitely been to Luzhen before. Suddenly, I remembered the jade I had given him a few days ago. No wonder he was so happy; he probably saw a clue about Luzhen on it.

Could Zheng Changyin also possess something related to Luzhen? I began to speculate, though my hands were somewhat unresponsive, my mind becoming unusually clear.

I had come to Luzhen on my master's advice, and although I had been secretly investigating for so long, many clues had slowly faded with time, and some people were deliberately concealing things. I also dared not be too conspicuous, so progress was very slow. The only thing I was certain of was the local chronicle in Old Sun's possession, but he treated it like a precious treasure and wouldn't let me see it. But I couldn't steal it, afraid of arousing his suspicion. Old Sun's intuition told me that something was amiss. Just think, he deduced that Xie Yuling had once lived in Bianzhou City after only one glance. And how could he have stayed in Luzhen so quietly for decades? His forbearance alone was enough to frighten me. And then there was Old Master Zhao, the only old man I hadn't met in Luzhen. I definitely couldn't underestimate him either.

I don't know who among these people has the most secrets or the most comprehensive information, but all I can do is wait, wait for them to surface one by one, especially after the road is completed. I believe even more people will come upon hearing the news…

During the meal, I pretended to be drunk and intentionally or unintentionally steered the conversation towards the history of Luzhen, mentioning the "Criticize Lin Biao and Struggle against Confucius" incident decades ago, and how many feudal poisonous weeds Luzhen burned.

Sure enough, seeing the inexplicable flicker of thought in Zheng Changyin's eyes, I knew he also had a book about the true history of Luzhen, most likely secretly preserved during that time.

There were only four people at the banquet today: myself, Wang Xia, Zheng Changyin, and Director Xing. Judging from Wang Xia's expression, she clearly knew nothing, only listening to our conversation as if it were strange tales. But Director Xing was someone I couldn't figure out. Logically speaking, she shouldn't know anything either.

However, because of Zheng Changyin's deliberate introduction tonight, and given her status, I dared not ignore her.

Chapter 122
However, she hasn't interrupted at all, which makes me somewhat helpless. A person who doesn't speak or use body language is the hardest to read from their mind.

From Zheng Changyin's conversation, I got a general idea: they were also very careful, afraid of arousing my suspicion. In contrast, Xie Yuling seemed rather flamboyant and attention-grabbing in Luzhen.

Although I was even more cautious at the dinner table, I calmed down. Since Zheng Changyin wanted something from me, he would definitely do his best to fulfill my request. He would probably spare no effort to facilitate the road construction in Luzhen. I pretended to be tipsy and toasted Director Xing again: "Luzhen is a poor town with little economic income. We hope the bank can lend a hand. On behalf of the people of Luzhen, thank you, Director Xing."

She raised her glass but didn't drink it. Instead, she smiled at me and said, "When a place is in trouble, the bank naturally has an obligation to help, especially since you are Changyin's friend. But you need a loan of more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. I can't make the decision alone. This matter needs to be discussed with the branch manager. As long as he gives his approval, everything will be easy."

"I'm satisfied with Director Xing's words. We will definitely not let the leader down." Seeing her lightly change the subject, I was somewhat disappointed, but I didn't show it.

“I can introduce you to Director Zhao; I believe he’s quite interested in the development of your Luzhen. By the way…” She suddenly seemed to remember something, put her wine glass on the table, looked at me, and asked, “Have you been free these past few days?”

“I’m waiting for news in the county these days.” Although I didn’t know what she meant, the county was indeed making me anxious. If this dragged on, the road construction might not be completed until next autumn, and this year’s autumn harvest was almost over. If I waited any longer without any news, I planned to go directly to the county committee.

“Road construction is no small matter. The county has its own steps and plans. Your proposal now is somewhat abrupt, and it’s normal for there to be debate in the county. However, you should be prepared for both possibilities. You can’t just keep waiting.” She paused here.

I didn’t know what she meant by that, so I could only look at her and wait for her to continue.

Zheng Changyin and Wang Xia also looked at her, adopting a listening posture. This woman was not simple; a few words of official jargon were enough to attract everyone’s attention.

“Our bank is planning a trip soon, why don’t you come along? You can have a good chat with Director Zhao on the way; I believe it will be helpful for the development of your Luzhen.”

“This…is that appropriate?” I hesitated, after all, it’s an internal bank matter, and I’m an outsider.

“Wang Hao, it’s alright, just go. If it weren’t for Wenwen having to go to school, I would have gone too. Our bank policy allows each person to bring one family member, so you can be my aunt’s family member.” Wang Xia also comforted me at this time.

“That’s right, you saved my Wenwen once, what’s a little favor like this? I’ll introduce you to everyone as my nephew, so you’re considered family, right?” She patted my shoulder and joked.

Director Xing was already a stunningly beautiful mature woman, but now, after drinking, her face appeared even more alluring and seductive, tempting me to commit a crime. Then, as she turned and patted my shoulder, her entire expanse of snow-white, delicate breasts was laid bare before me from the low-cut neckline. Her drunken eyes were now brimming with alluring charm, as if she were about to seduce me at any moment. A few drops of wine clung to her thin, slightly upturned lips, making me incredibly aroused.

"Wang Hao, hurry up and thank her! From now on, we're brothers!" Zheng Changyin, due to the angle, naturally didn't see the captivating charm, and he raised his glass in a jeering tone.

"That's right...that's right..." Wang Xia echoed, seemingly genuinely hoping I would find a powerful backer.

Although I didn't know what Director Xing and Zheng Changyin's purpose was, this matter was clearly beneficial to me, so why should I refuse? Seeing that Director Xing was smiling at me and didn't seem to be refusing, I stood up, emboldened by the alcohol, poured myself another glass of wine, and respectfully handed it to her, saying, "Director Xing, I came in a hurry today and didn't bring any good gifts, just a few toys for Wenwen. It's indeed a bit impolite to acknowledge an elder now, but since you think so highly of me, this glass of wine is a toast to you."

If Director Xing accepted this glass of wine, she would become my nominal aunt.

"Oh, that's not right," she said with a smile, but didn't take the glass of wine.

"What's wrong?" I was even more confused.

"You should call her aunt when you offer a toast, otherwise, am I drinking the wine of an elder or a colleague?" She pointed out my impoliteness immediately.

I realized I'd misspoke, but without refusing, I poured myself a drink and downed it in one gulp, saying, "I'll punish myself with this. Auntie, I misspoke earlier; consider this a toast to you." I then picked up her glass again.

Director Xing also readily drank his drink, and we all cheered.

We drank until after ten o'clock before I excused myself. Director Xing, being family with Zheng Changyin, stayed to talk. Wang Xia, however, wanted to buy something for Grandpa Zheng for Director Xing to take home and was worried the shops would close if she went out too late, so she came out with me.

Seeing me drunk and about to fall, Wang Xia quickly helped me up in the hallway. I took the opportunity to put my right hand on her shoulder, slowly sliding my hand inside her neckline, pressing against her firm breasts and gently kneading them.

"You…" Considering the neighbors nearby, Wang Xia didn't dare say anything, letting me run wild with my drunken antics.

Although their residential complex was five or six years old, the surrounding environment had only recently been planned. Therefore, downstairs, there were several large poplar trees and flower beds, as well as piles of garbage dumped haphazardly, and bricks and tiles scattered everywhere. Such complexes were common in the county town and nothing special.

She was powerless to resist my decision, only repeatedly saying, "No!" We were at the stairwell, where someone could walk by at any moment. Wang Xia struggled desperately, but could only twist her body; it was futile. I put my arm around Wang Xia's body and half-forced her to a secluded corner of a flower bed, saying, "Let's rest for a while

." "What are you going to do? I still need to buy things," she said, struggling against my hand. It was dark and felt unusually safe.

"What do you think? You were teasing me up there for so long..." I said, my left hand already inside Wang Xia's skirt, caressing her rounded thighs clad in flesh-colored stockings for a while, then pressing my body tightly against hers and lifting the hem of her skirt.

Wang Xia merely held my hand, trying to stop me from continuing, but she didn't dare to make a sound, since there were also residents on the first floor.

Although I couldn't see her face in the darkness, the womanly fragrance emanating from her body only intensified my infatuation. I grabbed one of her slender, beautiful legs, parted it slightly, then wrapped my arms around her waist and dragged her to the edge of the flower bed. Without support, Wang Xia was forced to kneel on the edge of the flower bed. I rolled her skirt up around her waist and tied a knot in the front. Wang Xia tried to resist softly, but she was no match for my brute force. Her lace panties, which covered her modesty, were quickly pulled down, all the way to her knees, revealing her plump, pink buttocks

. Although it was pitch black all around, I could still feel the alluring scent emanating from them. Alcohol doesn't intoxicate, but one's own state of mind does; alcohol emboldens one, and with my lust surging through me, I couldn't resist slapping her buttocks hard. The "smack" resounded loudly in the darkness.

"Ouch..." Wang Xia cried out in pain, caught off guard, but quickly came to her senses and whispered, "You rascal, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing, doing you..." My words were completely out of control, driven by my excitement. I couldn't help but kiss her, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her body, and thrusting into her forbidden zone...

The outdoors had its own thrills. Wang Xia dared not moan loudly, only using nasal sounds instead of groans, occasionally letting out soft gasps and whispers, "Bastard... no more..." Unfortunately, her protests sounded like seductive invitations to me.

Pressed against her back, I could clearly feel every tremor, every soft cry, even every sensitive spasm within her body.

The alcohol made me reckless. I kissed Wang Xia's neck and earlobes indiscriminately, and she turned her head to kiss me back, constantly stimulating my raging desire and urging my spear to thrust fiercely.

I pulled her back a few steps, leaving her hands without support. Wang Xia's legs went weak, trembling uncontrollably, and she looked like she was about to collapse. Helpless, she could only wrap her arms around my waist, as if carrying me on her back.

This peculiar game was something I'd come up with unintentionally when my sister-in-law and I were together. Every time I saw her pleading, I felt especially excited, while she was mortified, feeling incredibly embarrassed, yet unable to control herself. My onslaught continued, soon leaving Wang Xia speechless with excitement.

This storm in the dark, of course, ended in my complete victory. In the end, Wang Xia was soaked with sweat from her workout. I took a newspaper from my bag, spread it out, and sat on the flowerbed, holding Wang Xia in my arms. We hugged each other tightly.

My eyes had completely adjusted to the darkness. At this moment, Wang Xia's eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling, and her small mouth was breathing softly.

I leaned in and gently sucked on her fragrant lips. "Sister Wang, thank you for letting me fool around like this... I like you."

"You rascal..." Wang Xia kept licking the sweat off my chest with her lips, then scratched at me with her delicate hands. "Even though I know you're a rascal, and you never tell the truth, I still like it this way..."

The two of us sat on the flower bed, embracing each other, neither speaking nor moving, like two statues in the night. Suddenly, a "smack" interrupted our reverie.

We were both startled, especially Wang Xia, who almost jumped out of my arms. From the sound, I knew it was some unruly resident upstairs throwing trash under the cover of darkness.

"Sister Wang, what kind of person is that Director Xing?" I asked, stroking her body again.

"What Director Xing? He's not your aunt," she said playfully, giving me a naughty bite.

"What, are you jealous?"

"Go away, if I'm jealous of this, I'll be jealous to death for the rest of my life."

"Speaking of which, your old man is so capable, he's probably in his sixties or seventies, and he's still dating a young woman. I wonder if he's capable. They say women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their

forties." I asked. "You're talking nonsense, be careful I tell Aunt Xing..." she said, rubbing against me.

"Then go ahead," I thrust forward, causing Wang Xia to gasp softly. But my heart was filled with unease. Could that mature woman, Director Xing, also be keeping a young lover on the side?

“You think I wouldn’t dare?” she said, then continued, explaining to herself, “My grandfather got married early, at sixteen, so even though Changyin is over thirty, my grandfather isn’t even sixty yet.”

“That’s not young either. By the way, do you think your husband is having an affair with Director Xing?” I asked casually, but the more I talked, the more likely it seemed. Old Master Zheng was clearly losing his energy, and Director Xing was naturally insatiable. Zheng Changyin was a lecherous scoundrel, so the two of them probably had an affair long ago. Otherwise, Zheng Changyin wouldn’t have invited her to his house alone for drinks.

"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Xia's body suddenly burned. "Aunt Xing isn't that kind of person. You don't know, she has a very good relationship with Grandpa. Every time we go to Grandpa's house, he praises her..."

"How do you know they're not just putting on a show? You can't judge a book by its cover. Just like you, who knows you secretly went out to see some random man at night..."

"You're going to die..." She bit my shoulder hard, her face turning bright red. "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't talk to you anymore."

Seeing that Wang Xia wasn't completely angry, I pressed on, "Tell me quickly, which man did you see that night?"

"What does that have to do with you?" she retorted.

"What do you think... It seems you won't confess unless you're beaten?" I said, about to start going crazy again.

"No... I'll tell you," she quickly begged in my arms.

"Tell me..." I also wanted to hear what kind of cuckoldry this woman with her dignified and quiet exterior had given Zheng Changyin.

Listening to Wang Xia recount her story with her first love, I couldn't help but sigh that this guy was truly not a man, incredibly foolish. They dated for three years without sleeping together, and now, after six months, they'd only been secretly dating. No wonder he cowered and knelt on the ground when his wife found out.

Chapter 123
"He's not a man at all..." Wang Xia said through gritted teeth at the end, her attitude unclear, but I think first love is always unforgettable.

"And what about me? Am I a man?" I continued to play with one of her breasts.

"Stop it!" Wang Xia quickly grabbed my hand and said, "Calm down for a bit, or they'll definitely notice something's wrong when I go upstairs."

Before I could speak, she whispered again, "Wang Hao, tell me the truth, what's your attitude towards my sister?"

My hand, which was touching her chest, immediately stopped. I probably couldn't even say for sure what my attitude towards Wang Qian was. Initially, it was just lust, wanting to play around, but no matter what I did, Wang Qian would oblige. Even when I asked her to satisfy me with her mouth, she didn't refuse at all. I thought she was a promiscuous woman, but that time her clumsy oral sex made me realize that it was her first time doing this too.

I understand the meaning of a woman enduring her own grievances to do anything for you, and I vaguely understand Wang Qian's feelings. She probably really likes me, otherwise she wouldn't have tentatively asked me what I planned to do with her that night.

What could I do with her? Before, I only thought about leaving after I was satisfied, but Wang Qian's unconscious words that day suddenly woke me up: "I don't know why, but these past few days my mind has been filled with the image of you, you scoundrel. I don't want to be apart from you for a moment." This is exactly what I'm afraid of.

I haven't asked Wang Qian how she lived before, but I know that my previous views were somewhat extreme, or to some extent, she is a woman who dares to love and hate.

This was the first time I'd ever met a woman like her. Ever since that night when she tested me, she never mentioned wanting me to be her boyfriend again. She just silently stayed by my side, satisfying my desires.

Even that day in the lounge, she was clearly very tired, but she forced herself to be intimate with me, completely disregarding Zhao Na outside the door.

"I don't know how much you know about Xiaoqian. All I know is that my sister is very silly, a complete fool." Wang Xia's expression turned serious as she spoke of her sister. "You've seen her acting crazy and carefree all the time. She's always been like that, she doesn't know anything about love. I don't want to tell you how many boyfriends Xiaoqian has had before, I doubt you'd be interested anyway. But I know she's serious this time. Before, she always said she'd date for fun and wasn't planning on getting married so early. I've told her many times, but she never listens, just doing whatever she wants. But do you know what she said to me this time?

We talked on the phone all morning, and she did all the talking. She kept saying, 'Sister, I'm scared, I'm scared what will happen if Wang Hao finds out about my past…' She said Wang Hao doesn't like her crazy behavior, she said Wang Hao likes her in a nurse's uniform… she said Wang Hao…"

Wang Xia paused here. She paused, then continued, "Back then, I didn't even know your name. I'm ashamed to admit it, but you saved Wenwen. I was terrified and forgot to ask your name. I only found out it was you, Wang Hao, after asking Xiaoqian, and you'd only met twice. Yet, this girl fell head over heels for me. She tried everything to keep everything about her past from me, afraid you'd find out… I never imagined she'd be so serious. To be honest, seeing my sister like this scared me too. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to help her hide it, because if you wanted to, you could find out. And I know you're a smart man; you don't need to investigate, you can see things just by looking…"

Listening to Wang Xia's story, I realized I didn't really understand this girl. She'd become so infatuated in such a short time. Sometimes love is indescribable. Like my feelings for my sister-in-law, it only took a few days before I was completely in love. I believed Wang Xia; after all, she had no reason to lie to me. Or perhaps Wang Qian knew I wouldn't like her, so she could only love me silently. These past few days, Wang Qian's timid and submissive demeanor in front of me has been quite amusing; I thought she was just pretending to be innocent. What made this carefree girl, who didn't care about others' opinions, so afraid? I've felt that way before—when Li Jing discovered my affair with my sister-in-law. I felt like a penitent, awaiting God's judgment.

"Actually, Xiaoqian knows about you and me..." Wang Xia said, her body trembling slightly.

"What?" My brain went blank, and I couldn't speak.

"That night, although Xiaoqian was drunk, she glanced at us. And the next morning you...you forced yourself on me in the bathroom, and she heard everything clearly in the room. When Xiaoqian asked me, I didn't want to admit it...but...but what she said was so convincing, I had no choice but to admit it." Wang Xia's body felt like it was on fire, her soft little hands touching my body.

"What did Wang Qian say...?" A thought struck me. One hand caressed her soft breasts, the other gently stroked her hair. Wang Qian hadn't questioned me, and seemed completely unaware, so she must have tacitly approved of my relationship with her sister.

"Xiao Qian didn't say anything..." Wang Xia, slightly panting, rolled off my body.

I knew from her tone that she was lying. My hand caressed her plump buttocks, and I brought my face close to her ear, gently nibbling her round, smooth earlobe, tickling her with my heavy breathing. "Tell me quickly, what did Wang Qian say to you?"

Wang Xia was almost breathless in my embrace, aroused by my teasing. She kept panting and twisting her body to avoid my kisses, crying out, "It tickles so much, don't be naughty..."

"Tell me?" I gently cupped Wang Xia's pretty face, pressing my lips to her cherry-like mouth.

"Ah...you're so naughty," Wang Xia breathed softly, letting out hot, sweet breaths as I caressed her, but she stubbornly refused to speak.

"You won't talk, huh? I'll interrogate Wang Qian when we get back, and make her tell me everything, including what she did before..." My tone turned cold.

"No..." Sure enough, Wang Xia became anxious and quickly stopped me, saying, "Don't ask Xiaoqian, she really likes you."

It seemed Wang Qian really did have something to hide, otherwise Wang Xia wouldn't be so afraid. She was afraid that if I found out, she wouldn't give her sister any chance. Unfortunately, Wang Xia didn't know that after her words, my opinion of Wang Qian had already changed, and my view was that no matter what you were like before, once you're with me, you can only have me as your man. I had no interest in what Wang Qian had done in the past, but using it to threaten Wang Xia was really unacceptable.

Seeing Wang Xia's desperate pleading for her sister, I understood why Wang Qian was afraid of her; perhaps it was love for her older sister.

"Xiaoqian was afraid of me after she found out... I went to the police, so she secretly called me and told me not to tell. She also said that if you're really interested... interested, she wouldn't mind if I were with you..." Wang Xia stammered out these words, especially the last sentence, which I probably wouldn't have heard at all if I hadn't been hearing so well.

"What..." My body suddenly felt hot, and I grabbed her waist again and pulled her down sharply.

Wang Xia suppressed her shame, lowered her voice, and said in a trembling voice, "Wang Hao... I really can't take it anymore, if we go like this, someone will definitely find out..."

"You're not listening to your sister..." I lifted her up with both hands, lifting her feet off the ground.

"I... I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..." She wavered between lust and reason, and her body reacted even more strongly. The love hidden deep in her heart was constantly dug out by me, causing her defenses to crumble and her coquettishness to be fully revealed. But she dared not call out loudly, only groaning in anguish…

Their bodies remained frozen for over twenty seconds before Wang Xia slumped back into my arms. Compared to before, she had no strength left, not even the strength to lift a hand.

“I…I…” Wang Xia began to speak, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, appearing silent and cold in the darkness.

I knew she was regretting it. At that moment, reason returned to her mind, and I silently kissed her cheek, tasting her tears with a slightly salty flavor.

“What should I do? I’m a married woman…” Finally, she began to sob silently.

“Sister Wang…” I reached out and tightly embraced her slender waist, stroking it with my palm: “Don’t think so much, okay…I like you, really.”

“That’s still not right, you still have Wang Qian, how can you be so absurd, and what did I…” She began to stammer incoherently.

“Slap!” Seeing that she was about to lose control of her emotions, I quickly slapped her thigh hard to wake her up.

"What are you going to do now..." Wang Xia suddenly realized that this was a residential area, and she wasn't allowed to act recklessly.

"Is it ridiculous? What's so ridiculous about it? So what if you sleep with me? Weren't you planning to sleep with your first love that night too?" I pressed.

"This...it's different." She was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

"How is it different? Aren't we both men? Can't I satisfy you?" As I spoke, I thrust forward.

"You..." She was a little angry, "You know how it's different."

"Of course I know. I slept with Xiaoqian too, that's the difference. But Xiaoqian didn't seem to mind, did she?"

"But I..."

She barely finished speaking before I interrupted her, "But what...didn't you just get your satisfaction? Sexual intercourse is a perfectly normal thing; you're just making it too complicated. Tell me, if I hadn't slept with Xiaoqian, would you still feel this much psychological pressure sleeping with me?"

"No...no," she answered instinctively, forced by my questioning.

"Exactly! So this is just your imagination. Don't tell me you're going to remain chaste for Zheng Changyin." I asked, somewhat displeased.

"What nonsense are you talking about...when did I say I was going to remain chaste for him?" Wang Xia, pushed by me, blurted out, realizing her mistake immediately, and quickly added, "I meant I'm not that kind of woman..."

"I don't care what kind of woman you are, but I know you're my woman from now on, and you're not allowed to let any other man touch you..." I said with a hint of domineering force.

"You're talking nonsense! Who...is your woman!" Wang Xia's voice was weak, a feeble protest.

"Slap!" Without a word, I flipped her onto my lap, her buttocks sticking up high, and slapped her hard across the bottom. "Whose woman are you?"

"Slap!" I slapped her again. Luckily, the scenery here wasn't great, otherwise there would definitely be people around at night. I was listening intently as I slapped her, afraid someone might suddenly come to investigate.

"I'm your woman, please stop..." Wang Xia finally couldn't take it anymore and quickly begged for mercy.

"That's a good girl," I said, pulling her back into my arms and kissing her forehead. "You're not allowed to sleep with other men anymore, understand?"

"Don't worry, I've been separated from Zheng Changyin for a long time. If it weren't for the child..." Speaking of Wenwen, she hesitated, then added, "I'm afraid I can't get a divorce, after all, Wenwen is still so young..."

"I don't need you to get a divorce..." I kissed her as I asked, "Did it hurt when you hit me just now?"

"What do you think, you scoundrel?" Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Even when my dad hit me when I was little, it didn't hurt this much."

I wiped away her tears and said gently, "Just pretend it was your dad who hit you."

"Are you trying to kill me?" She glared at me.

"To be honest, if Wang Qian hadn't begged you, would you still have slept with me?" Although I already knew the answer, I still wanted her to say it herself.

"Sigh," Wang Xia sighed again, gently stroking my cheek, "You don't know you're a poison, so domineering, practically the epitome of male chauvinism, a rogue among rogues. But I don't know why, I want you to be like this, willingly let you... let you be like this..."

She stopped abruptly, asking, "Am I being a bit of a masochist...? I don't know why, even when you hit me just now, I felt a strange warmth."

I knew the reason for Wang Xia's behavior. Heaven and earth are divided into Qian and Kun, the Eight Trigrams into Yin and Yang, and people into men and women; naturally, they are relative and mutually generative. Men are Yang, naturally filled with the desire to conquer, appearing more domineering and violent. Women, on the other hand, belong to the conquered side, appearing weak and gentle. Wang Xia's behavior was also a manifestation of submission; in other words, without realizing it, I had already conquered the woman in my arms, although there are many kinds of conquest.

Of course, I wouldn't say these things to Wang Xia, I just smiled and said, "Really? Then I'll beat you up and torture you when no one's around."

"You dare..." She gave me a charming glare.

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