[The Village Doctor's Sexual Affairs] (1-5)

The Village Doctor's Sexual Affairs

(Part 1)

Chunshui Village is a semi-isolated village, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a small river flowing through it. The climate is pleasant; in
the past, it would have been a paradise. However, in modern times, this environment hinders
communication , making it a good place to retire.

Located in a coastal area close to the city, life is relatively comfortable. Every household has enough to eat
and wear . Aside from a lack of entertainment, there's nothing to worry about, and compared to big cities, there's nothing to
complain about. The people of this small village are quite content, and what they have here is something other places don't: a
famous doctor.

Mentioning Doctor Du of Chunshui Village, everyone in the surrounding villages knows him. Doctor Du's name is Du Ming. He's only thirty
years old, yet he's already a highly skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor—this can only be described as genius.

On a crisp winter morning, before dawn, the Du family courtyard was already awake. A slender
figure was bent over sweeping snow; she was Du Ming's eldest sister, the renowned beauty Du Yue. Unfortunately, beautiful women
often have tragic fates. She was betrothed, but before she could even enter the family, her fiancé had already passed away.

In this isolated village, feudalistic ideas remained deeply ingrained. A woman with a reputation for bringing misfortune to her husband was considered a
great taboo; even a celestial being like her wouldn't be wanted. Thus, at thirty-one, she remained unmarried.

A short, stocky young man pushed open the door and entered the courtyard. Still sleepy, he yawned as he
walked towards the outhouse in the west corner of the yard. Suddenly, he saw Du Yue in the courtyard and complained, "Elder sister, you're up too early
!"

This was Du Ming. He wasn't particularly handsome; he had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a strong physique, but his short stature was considered a flaw

in this era where height was valued. 　　Du Ming's parents passed away when he was a teenager, and he had no relatives. Naturally, he was bullied at first, but he was strong-willed, ruthless, and skilled in martial arts. By the age of ten, a strong man was no match for him. Within a month, people knew this boy was no pushover, and no one bullied him anymore. When 　　he was twenty, he began treating patients, but no one came to his door. This was understandable; treating patients was a matter of life and death , allowing no room for error. No one wanted to risk their life if they could avoid it. 　　Coincidentally, the village's only old barefoot doctor passed away, leaving him as the only doctor. People had no choice but to let him treat them. Unexpectedly, his medical skills were extremely high. Whatever illness he treated, he cured instantly. Previously, a fever or cold would require many days of medicine, and even then, recovery might be slow. Now, he usually cured the illness in just two days —it was truly miraculous. His reputation grew, and people from nearby villages flocked to him, leaving other barefoot doctors without business. 　　There was a large dog in the yard, as tall as him when it stood up. Seeing him come out, it wagged its tail and rushed towards him. He patted the dog's head and said, "Big Black, good boy, go play with your sister!" 　　Big Black was very intelligent; it licked Du Ming's hand and returned to Du Yue's side. 　　Du Yue stopped, her snow-white face flushed, almost translucent. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "It's getting late. If someone comes to see the doctor and sees the snow in the yard hasn't been swept, they'll laugh at us." 　　Du Ming walked towards the toilet, scoffing, "Let them laugh if they want. Why worry about it! You're just too stubborn." 　　Du Yue smiled, bent down, and continued sweeping the snow. Warm breath rose from her mouth, and her smooth, snow-white face was flushed and alluring, like it had been painted with rouge. 　　Du Ming emerged from the toilet, fully awake. He walked up to Du Yue, watching her bend over shoveling snow without offering any help. His eyes were only fixed on her trembling breasts and the way her buttocks were taut by her pants. 　　Du Yue had already sensed something was amiss; her already flushed face grew even redder until she couldn't bear it any longer. She straightened up and scolded Du Ming angrily, "You little rascal, where are you looking!" 　　Du Ming didn't speak, only chuckled. 　　Du Yue was helpless against his shamelessness. Fortunately, the snow was almost completely cleared. She turned and put down the shovel, heading towards the house. 　　The small courtyard resembled a traditional courtyard house. The east room was the examination room, quite well-equipped, with a large bed, a curtain for examinations, and some tools and medicines. Because he was knowledgeable in both Western and Chinese medicine, both were present . The 　　west room had two rooms, one for storing miscellaneous items and the other for the kitchen. The north room was the largest, divided into three small rooms: one bedroom on the east and one on the west, Du Ming's on the east, and a living room in the middle. 　　Just as Du Ming was about to follow him inside, Da Hei suddenly started whimpering, indicating that someone was coming. 　　Du Ming's house was actually quite remote, located halfway up the northern mountain, at the very northernmost point. There were only four or five other households around, and they were quite a distance apart. Even if he shouted loudly inside, no one would hear him. Furthermore, there were fields behind his house, and no road, so anyone coming this way must be heading to his house. 　　Soon, hurried footsteps sounded, and a handsome young man burst through the door and ran in. As he ran, he shouted, "Du Ming, quick, quick, my wife has a stomachache!" 　　Du Ming had just tied up Da Hei; Da Hei was tied up during the day, but he would be released at night. 　　Upon seeing the person enter, Du Ming cursed, "Li Erzi, what are you yelling about? What's wrong?" 　　Li Erzi, his face flushed and panting, reached Du Ming and gasped for breath, saying , "Du Ming, quick, quick, my wife's stomach hurts." 　　Li Erzi and Du Ming had practically grown up together, but they were only casual friends. Li Erzi had always tried to bully Du Yue, and Du Ming had given him a good beating several times before he finally behaved. Later, he went out to work for two years, made some money, found a pretty wife, and returned. He lived a good life, usually domineering in the village. His wife, however, was his nemesis; she had a fiery temper, and everyone was a little afraid of her. 　　Although Du Ming wasn't particularly fond of him, he didn't dare neglect a patient and hurriedly asked, "What happened ? Explain clearly." 　　Li Erzi took a couple more deep breaths, stamped the snow off his feet, and shouted, "This morning, my wife suddenly couldn't get out of bed. She said she had terrible stomach pains, coming in waves. Du Ming, please help her!" 　　Du Ming grunted twice, went into the clinic, took out his emergency kit, greeted Du Yue, and hurriedly...

He walked towards his house.

Li Erzi's house wasn't far from Du Ming's, also on the mountainside of Beishan. He trudged through the thick snow and arrived quickly. On
the way, Li Erzi slipped and fell twice. Although it was snowing, it was still early morning, and few people were out, so
it wasn't too slippery. He was flustered, and his legs were barely able to move.

Li Erzi's house was very grand, clearly belonging to a wealthy family. The house was entirely plastered with cement, with aluminum alloy doors and windows. Although
the windows were covered in frost, it still appeared spacious and bright.

Entering the house, a wave of warmth hit him, a stark contrast to the chilly outside. A woman was lying face down
on the kang (a heated brick bed), her face buried in the pillow. Hearing someone, she slowly raised her head, revealing a beautiful face with oval features, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and
cherry-like lips. Her pale complexion added a touch of pitiful charm to her usually fierce
demeanor.

"Xiao Mei, Du Ming is here. Let him take a look at you," Li Erzi said, stepping forward and smoothing her hair.
It was clear Li Erzi truly cared for his wife. Du Ming sat down on the kang ( 　　a heated brick

bed) and said to Xiao Mei, "Don't move, breathe slowly, and stretch out your hand so I can see." Xiao Mei slowly nodded and stretched out her hand, revealing a bare arm. Her snow-white arm was so tender it looked like it could be squeezed for water. As she stretched out her arm, two blushes rose on her pale face; she was very shy. 　　Du Ming ignored this, checked Xiao Mei's pulse, opened his emergency kit, took out a box , and opened it. Inside were more than a dozen long needles. 　　Li Erzi anxiously asked how she was doing, but Du Ming ignored him, calmly and composedly taking out a long needle and slowly inserting it into a certain part of Xiao Mei's hand. 　　The needle was long and shiny, quite frightening to look at. Li Erzi gasped, hurriedly asking Xiao Mei if it hurt. Xiao Mei shook her head in confusion, looking at the long needle already stuck in her hand, and slowly said, "Strange, I don't feel ." 　　Du Ming took out another one from the box and said, "Take off your shirt, this needle is in your chest." 　　Li Erzi hesitated for a moment, looking at Du Ming with difficulty. 　　Du Ming glared at him and said, "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? If you dawdle any longer, don't blame ." 　　Xiao Mei's cheeks burned, and she didn't speak. Li Erzi looked at her, no longer hesitating, and lifted the quilt, revealing her body wearing a sleeping bra. The pink bra was very beautiful, and it looked like it was made of silk. Although Du Ming lived in the village, he often went out and had a lot of experience, and he could tell at a glance that it was valuable. 　　Xiao Mei's skin was extremely white and delicate; she was indeed a beauty, no wonder Li Erzi treated her like a treasure. 　　Du Ming remained unfazed, showing no emotion towards the body before him. He turned to Li Erzi, who was staring blankly, and said, "Hurry up, remove this thing. I'm going to stick the needle in the middle of your breasts." His words were somewhat vulgar, and Xiao Mei blushed, her face turning a deep red, almost the same color as her bra. 　　Li Erzi gritted his teeth, lifted his bra, and two snow-white breasts bounced out like little rabbits. The pink nipples stood out even more vividly against the white, captivatingly beautiful. 　　Without hesitation, Du Ming swiftly inserted the needle, saying, "What kind of time is this? Still worrying about this and that? Are you even a man?" 　　Li Erzi had been terrified of him since childhood and dared not argue. Besides, Du Ming was currently treating his wife's illness , so he had to pretend to be mute. 　　He then quickly inserted another needle near her navel, let out a long sigh, and slowly pulled the needles out of her hand . All three needles were out. 　　"Alright, does your stomach stop hurting now?" Du Ming asked Xiao Mei. 　　Xiao Mei nodded, shyly pulling the blanket over herself. Li Erzi excitedly exclaimed, "Du Ming, you're really amazing a few needles and it's done!" 　　Du Ming shook his head, saying, "I only used acupuncture to relieve her pain; it's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause . We need to examine her more carefully to find out what's really wrong." 　　Li Erzi felt like he'd been doused with cold water and anxiously asked, "What? Is it still serious?" 　　Du Ming ignored him, took Xiao Mei's snow-white hand again, closed his eyes, and said, "Be quiet, don't disturb me." 　　After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Li Erzi, who was staring at him expectantly, "It's nothing serious. Some medicine will do the trick. But..." 　　"But what?" Li Erzi asked. 　　Du Ming looked at them again, thought for a moment, which made Li Erzi so anxious he was practically jumping up and down. He kept urging him to speak before finally saying, "Are you in a hurry to have a child?" 　　"Of course we are! My mom keeps urging us!" Li Erzi said. 　　Du Ming looked at Xiao Mei and said, "If you want to have children, there's a problem. Xiao Mei's uterus is a bit small , and she needs treatment, otherwise it will be difficult for her to conceive." 　　Li Erzi said, "Oh, no wonder. I've been trying so hard but haven't seen any results. So that . Can it be treated?" 　　Xiao Mei, unlike her usual fiery self, shyly slapped Li Erzi. Her shy appearance was indeed very charming, no wonder Li Erzi loved her like his lifeblood. 　　Du Ming smiled faintly and said, "Treatment is certainly not a problem, but it's very strenuous. Using my method, it will take about six months, with continuous acupuncture and Chinese medicine combined. The exact time depends on the individual's constitution . Also, the needles need to be inserted into the lower body, which Xiao Mei might find inconvenient. You might as well go to a large hospital outside and have an X-ray to see if they have a better treatment method." 　　Li Erzi nodded. After all, seeing that Du Ming knew Xiao Mei's uterus was small just by taking her pulse seemed like a myth , hard to believe. Only an X-ray would put his mind at ease. Besides, getting acupuncture in the lower body means taking off all his pants, and he wasn't comfortable with his wife always being naked in front of others. 　　Du Ming understood his feelings and didn't say anything. Anyway, this guy had money, so letting him go through the ordeal would let him know about his medical skills and also strengthen their confidence in him. 　　Du Ming got off the kang (a heated brick bed) and said to Li Erzi, "Come to my house later to get the medicine. Two doses should be enough." 　　He then started to walk out. 　　Xiao Mei slapped Li Erzi, who was still lost in thought, and said, "Erzi, go see Du Ming off." 　　Du Ming smiled inwardly, thinking that Xiao Mei was quite polite and not just a brash person. 　　Li Erzi agreed and followed him out. 　　When Du Ming reached Li Erzi's door, he turned around, looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Erzi, I still need to prescribe some medicine for you."

Li Erzi was taken aback. "Prescribe medicine for me? What's wrong with me?"

Du Ming laughed. "Kidney deficiency. I need to prescribe kidney-tonifying medicine for you! You little rascal, can't you cure your wife? Let me tell
you, her illness is caused by an imbalance of yin and yang. You're always leaving her hanging in the air, that's why she got this illness."

Li Erzi blushed, chuckled awkwardly, quite embarrassed. As a man,
it's always uncomfortable for others to know about his weakness in that area.

Du Ming didn't care whether he blushed or not, and asked, "So, do you want the medicine?"

Li Erzi didn't care about saving face anymore and hurriedly nodded.

Du Ming chuckled. Actually, he didn't care much about whether Li Erzi had kidney deficiency or not, but this kid
was rich, a nouveau riche. He wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't take a good cut of him.

He turned and left, walking slowly, in a pleasant and leisurely mood, leaving Li Erzi standing
there , feeling that this Du Ming was too terrifying. Just by taking his pulse, he knew everything
. He felt increasingly awe of him.

Li Erzi entered the room. Xiao Mei was already dressed and kneeling on the kang (a heated brick bed) folding quilts. Seeing Li Erzi come in, she
said , "After we finish eating, we'll go get the medicine. That Du Ming is really amazing; just a few pricks and
it doesn't hurt at all."

Li Erzi nodded in agreement. Xiao Mei frowned, her face darkening, and said, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"

Li Erzi quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, Du Ming just said he also wanted to give me some medicine, saying my
kidneys need to be nourished. Your illness is caused by my weak kidneys."

Xiao Mei blushed slightly, snorted, and said, "Du Ming is absolutely right. You really need to nourish
your kidneys."

Li Erzi looked ashamed and remained silent.

Xiao Mei's heart softened, and she said gently, "Alright, alright, Du Ming's medical skills are so high, he'll definitely find a way
. We need to go out and see in a couple of days to see if he can cure my illness. Your mother always tells
us to have a baby soon, it's so annoying!"

Li Erzi nodded, quickly pressing Xiao Mei's hand, taking the quilt, and folding it.

Seeing how considerate he was, Xiao Mei's resentment lessened. She gently tidied his hair and
got off the kang to cook.

When Du Ming returned home, Du Yue was reading by the stove in the living room.

Du Yue's dream was to become a famous writer, and Du Ming fully supported her. Besides, there wasn't much work to do at home; he
had already . Even though he charged very low fees to the villagers, he was still quite wealthy.
Moreover, he was now famous, and many people from outside came to him for treatment. Most of them were rich, and
he would charge a hefty price for each patient, enough to support him for half his life.

People outside spend money differently than people here. In their hands, money isn't like money. Actually, that's
because they don't know the going rates at hospitals outside. Even if you're not sick, you'll be ripped off in a hospital. They think they've overcharged
others , but others think they've overcharged. This is the difference in living standards between rural and urban people.

Although Chunshui Village is deep in the mountains, it's close to the city. Its isolation is due to its climate and geography.
The road to the outside world is extremely steep, looking like a yellow ribbon hanging in the sky from a distance—as difficult
as heaven.

Du Yue usually helps him with chores, and has plenty of free time. She's given up on
the idea of marriage, and the girlish longing has faded considerably. In her spare time, she reads and writes, finding
this peaceful and comfortable life quite pleasant. Du Ming entered the yard. Xue had already been pushed out by Du Yue. Da Hei,
wagging its tail , rushed forward, only to be pulled back by its chain. It struggled frantically, so he quickly went over, patted its head,
and comforted it until Da Hei calmed down.

Du Yue put down her book, came out to greet him, and took the emergency medical kit from him. "Is Li Erzi's wife sick
?" she asked

. Du Ming nodded. "Yes, nothing serious, just a gynecological problem. She's in terrible pain.
He'll be here soon; you can get the medicine for her."

Du Yue was extremely skilled at this. Usually, Du Ming would just write the prescription, and she would fill the medicine.
At first , she needed a balance scale, but later she didn't need it anymore; she could just grab the medicine with her hands with perfect accuracy. This was
why Du Ming had her fill the medicine; he himself didn't have that skill.

Only Du Yue vaguely knew the reason for Du Ming's superb medical skills: it was because of
the qigong he practiced. This was a skill passed down only to men in the Du family, and they also possessed several thick medical books. However, Du Ming's father,
grandfather, and the previous generations hadn't truly valued it; it was just displayed there as a family heirloom.

Du Ming, having lost both parents, was powerless to protect his sister alone. He could only cling to Qigong
as lifeline, practicing day and night to the point of near-madness. Unexpectedly
, he mastered the Qigong technique that generations had failed to achieve, becoming invincible and no one dared bully him and his sister anymore.

Through his arduous practice, he gradually gained supernatural abilities: lightness of body, sharp hearing and eyesight. Incredibly,
he even possessed an internal vision technique, allowing him to see into a person's body by transforming their internal energy into needle-like threads, like a microscope.
After studying several medical books in his family—books containing medical theories and
clinical experience—he became a respectable doctor.

In recent years, with the accumulation of medical experience and the increasing proficiency of his Qigong, he has become somewhat
mystical . By concentrating his Qigong, he can clearly visualize the patient's internal state upon contact with their body,
instantly recognizing any ailment. For minor illnesses, he can cure them with acupuncture, a few needles combined with
Qigong more serious illnesses, he uses medication, and for even more severe cases, he combines acupuncture and medication,
achieving a cure for almost every ailment.

Furthermore, he regularly conducts checkups for the entire village annually to prevent illness. The elderly, treated and nourished by him,
have all become centenarians, earning the deepest gratitude of the entire village. With Du Ming around, no one fears the future
. Du Ming's reputation as a divine healer is already widespread.

He is a studious and insatiable individual; his bedroom is filled with traditional Chinese medicine books—an expense that
most families couldn't afford.

In recent years, several people suffering from terminal illnesses have come to him for treatment and been cured, further enhancing Du's reputation as a divine healer.

Cancer is no longer a difficult disease for him to treat, but he relies entirely on his own qigong for treatment.
Acupuncture was something others couldn't learn; his own abilities were limited, which troubled him greatly. Those who encountered their own
method were lucky; those who didn't could only wait to die.

Thinking about this, he always felt his abilities were limited, but that's life, full of helplessness. Thinking about
this him even more reluctant to leave this little nest. Here, he could be free and unrestrained;
no one would stop him from doing anything—it truly was a paradise.

Entering the living room, he sat on the sofa, casually picking up the book Du Yue had just put down. He glanced at it; it was a romance
novel . Uninterested, he tossed

it aside. Du Yue, having just put down her emergency kit, came in and saw him carelessly throwing her book aside. She exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "Du
Ming, what are you doing? How can you ruin my book like this!" She hurriedly went over to pick up the book that had been thrown beside the sofa.

Du Ming scratched his head and said, "Those romance novels are just for fooling little girls; they give me
goosebumps ."

Du Yue retorted angrily, "Just because you don't like something doesn't mean others won't. Like those dry medical books of yours, I
can't even finish reading them, but you seem to enjoy them. It's all about personal taste!"

"Fine, fine, personal taste, personal taste. I can't argue with you, future great writer. I'm hungry, is dinner
ready?" Du Ming surrendered.

"It's ready, I'll bring it to you." Du Yue didn't press the matter further, put the book down, and went to get the food.

By the time Du Ming finished washing his hands, the food was already steaming on the table. He was quite hungry and devoured it in a
flash . Du Yue kept telling him to eat slowly, but before she could say anything, he was already full. Seeing
Du Ming burping contentedly, she couldn't bear to scold him any further.

After dinner, with nothing to do, he went inside to get a medical book and lay down on the sofa to read.

Du Yue finished clearing the dishes and also sat down on the sofa to read.

Du Ming snatched her book away, saying, "Get the medicine ready for Li Erzi first, so he won't come nagging."

Du Yue agreed, and just then, Li Erzi arrived, took the medicine, and hurriedly left, not daring to look at Du Ming.

Du Ming laughed heartily at his hasty departure.

Du Yue came in, sat on the sofa, and said to Du Ming, "What's making you laugh so much?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Tell me quickly, what is it?"

"If I tell you, don't scold me!"

"I won't scold you, I won't scold you, what is it?!"

"Hmm, I'd better not tell you."

Du Yue got up and started hitting Du Ming. Du Ming covered his head, laughing incessantly. Du Yue punched his
shoulder , saying, "Serves you right for keeping me in suspense!"

"Have mercy, I'll tell you, okay?" Du Ming begged for mercy.

Du Yue stopped hitting him, but pinched a piece of flesh on Du Ming's back with her small hand, making a threatening gesture.

Du Ming stopped laughing and said seriously, "I can tell Li Erzi is impotent; he doesn't even dare look at me now."

Du Yue was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Du Ming straightened his face and said, "Well, he's impotent in that area."

Du Yue exclaimed, let go of him, and quickly picked up her book to read, which made Du Ming laugh again. Du Yue

ignored him and turned her face away so he wouldn't see her blushing face. 　　Du 　　Ming laughed for a while, then found

it meaningless and lowered his head to read quietly, quickly immersing himself
in the book.

********** ... 　　This scene has become quite common this year, because when Du Ming treats them, he specifically explains some disease prevention knowledge. People are like that; only when they understand the pain of illness will they truly learn about prevention. And no matter how slow they are, they can learn quickly. Now, most people in the village have some basic hygiene knowledge and are no longer so easily sick. 　　Although his business is slow, he's quite happy. Earning money in the countryside isn't easy; it's all hard-earned money. Although he only charges a cost fee for his treatments, it's still a significant amount for them. So they prefer to be more relaxed Anyway, he doesn't lack that little money; a few outsiders come to see him, and now he's set for life. 　　Unexpectedly, just as he was feeling the slowdown, someone came to his door. 　　A pretty young woman entered; she was Li Ming's wife, married less than a year ago from a nearby village called Lizhuang. 　　Du Ming got up, went outside, and feeling like he had something to do, he stretched his arms and legs. In such leisurely days, he felt his body had become lazy. 　　Li Ming's wife, Xiuzhen, went straight into the examination room. 　　Most villagers knew his rules: those not seeking medical help went to the living room, while those seeking treatment went directly to the examination room. 　　Du Ming followed her in and asked, "Where does it hurt?" 　　Xiuzhen's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, "My left breast seems to hurt a little." 　　Du Ming nodded, had her sit down, and asked about her condition: when it started hurting, what caused it, and any other discomfort. 　　He stood up, pointed to the bed, and told her to lie down and lift her shirt so he could examine her. 　　The bed in the examination room was for examination purposes; it wasn't wide, only waist-high, but it was very soft and comfortable to lie on. Du Ming said this was for the patient's comfort. 　　Xiuzhen did as she was told, shyly lifting her clothes to reveal her bra. 　　Du Ming unceremoniously lifted the bra, revealing two small breasts. 　　The breasts weren't large, like two porcelain bowls turned upside down, topped with two pointed red cherries. 　　Xiuzhen gently closed her eyes, her face flushed red to her neck, revealing an alluring charm that made Du Ming's heart skip a beat . 　　Du Ming used both hands simultaneously, grasping one breast in each hand and carefully kneading it. The smooth, white breasts were molded into various shapes in his hands, like dough being kneaded. 　　Xiuzhen felt both shy and embarrassed, feeling the heat of Du Ming's hands; the sensation of her breasts being held by him was both pleasurable and shameful. 　　Du Ming kneaded her breasts while asking if it hurt, and Xiuzhen, too shy to do anything but nod and shake her head, hesitated . She felt a strange comfort in his touch, and not resisting made her feel shameless; she was deeply conflicted.

Her body was honest; her two rosy nipples hardened, turning an even deeper red.

Du Ming kneaded them for a while, then released them, saying, "Take off your pants!"

Xiuzhen was startled and said shyly, "Why do you need to look down there when it hurts up there?"

Du Ming's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Just take them off as I say. Are you the doctor or am I?!"

Xiuzhen had no choice but to comply, slowly pulling her pants down.

Du Ming said, "Take off your underwear too!"

Xiuzhen's face was almost dripping with red. She closed her eyes slightly and gently pulled down her red underwear, revealing
her lower body . She covered her most private parts with her hands, which Du Ming pulled away.

Her flat abdomen was covered with thick, glossy black pubic hair, forming a triangle protecting the two labia majora
. A few drops of dew glistened on the dense black forest. Du Ming smiled slightly; it seemed she was aroused too
, which emboldened him.

The clinic was warm from the stove, and even undressing wouldn't feel cold, but Du Ming could feel her
trembling slightly.

Du Ming placed one hand on her breast and the other gently pressed her navel, asking if it hurt. Receiving a negative
answer , he moved his hand down to her lower abdomen, asking again if it hurt, then further down, gradually reaching her private area, pressing
against her vulva. Xiuzhen instinctively flinched, trying to sit up

. Du Ming pressed her down with his other hand, coldly telling her not to move, forcing her to lie back down.

One hand continued to knead her breasts, which were covered in finger marks, while the other slowly moved, a finger suddenly thrusting in.
"Oh," Xiuzhen cried softly, beginning to struggle, but her strength was utterly insignificant in front of Du Ming. As Du Ming's finger
penetrated deeper, she stopped struggling, resignedly collapsing.

Du Ming swiftly pulled down his pants, pounced on her petite body, and his thick, long member
slammed inside. Xiuzhen let out two soft cries, somewhat unaccustomed to his size.

Du Ming began thrusting, and Xiuzhen, her eyes lightly closed and head turned to one side, let him move as he pleased.

He thrust while kissing her, relentlessly pursuing her no matter how she turned away, until finally
reaching her lips.

At this point, Xiuzhen had completely surrendered, letting herself go and allowing Du Ming to play with her.

Du Ming's member was thick, long, and burning hot—a result of his cultivation techniques altering his physique. Xiuzhen could
n't handle it; each thrust was heavier than the last. After only a few strokes, she was already somewhat dazed, constantly swallowing Du Ming
's saliva, her petite body gently twisting, involuntarily responding to his movements.

Du Ming, afraid she would make a sound that would disturb his sister, covered her mouth with his, silencing any sounds she made
.

But as the journey continued, Xiuzhen became increasingly active, her head shaking, moans and groans
escaping from deep within her throat, impossible to stop.

She knew where she was and tried to suppress her moans, but at the climax, she couldn't hold back and
let out a scream. Although Du Ming quickly covered her mouth, Du Yue must have heard it
.

Her climax came quickly because most women couldn't withstand Du Ming's thrusts for more than a few times, which was
what troubled him.

After it was over, Xiuzhen looked at Du Ming with complicated eyes, said nothing, carefully tidied herself up, and walked out
with her head down . She didn't know how to face the man who had raped her.

He had given her the wonderful feeling of being a woman, something her husband had never given her, but
his methods filled her with hatred. For a moment, her mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, and she didn't know
what to feel.

Du Ming was somewhat unsatisfied and returned to the living room guiltily, where he saw his sister's gloomy face.

(To be continued)

(II)

Du Yue, her face grim, asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Du Ming sat down, picked up a book, and casually replied while flipping through the pages, "Oh, nothing
serious. She has signs of breast hyperplasia; a massage will fix it."

Du Yue sneered, "Then why was she screaming so loudly just now?"

Du Ming said impatiently, "She's too sensitive. As soon as I touched her, she screamed uncontrollably."

He knew that the more polite he was, the more guilty he would appear. If he were firm, his sister
wouldn't be so suspicious.

Sure enough, Du Yue's expression softened a bit, and she asked suspiciously, "Really? Why did it take so long?"

Du Ming changed his expression again, chuckling, "Hehe, I took the opportunity to take advantage of her. Didn't you see
how red her face was?"

This was a strategy of sacrificing the minor to save the major.

Du Yue blushed slightly and said, "You brat, don't be so lecherous, or they
won't let you see them when they're sick!"

She knew her younger brother's lecherous nature; he'd even dare to take advantage of her, let
alone others. The villagers knew about his ailment, but his medical skills were excellent, so being touched a few times by him
wasn't a big deal . They turned a blind eye; after all, they couldn't beat him. Besides, he was essentially
a good person; his flaws didn't detract from his good character.

Du Ming chuckled twice, then fell silent, focusing on his book.

Although his face was expressionless, he was secretly relieved; he had finally passed the test.

Du Yue didn't press the matter further. After a while, she spoke again, "Du Ming, you should find a wife. Stop
messing around with the women in the village all the time; it's making you a laughingstock."

Du Ming looked up and said, "Sister, when did I ever do anything improper with other women?"

Du Yue stared at him without blinking, making Du Ming feel uncomfortable. She then said, "Do you think your
sister is blind? Your little tricks might work on others, but against your sister, hmph."

At this point, Du Ming could only play the dead duck and refuse to admit anything.

Du Yue sneered, "Alright, stop pretending. What were you doing with Xiuzhen just now? Do you really think I didn't
know? The sound she made could have blown the roof off! Besides, you always have that lecherous look on your face when you see her. I
knew you had ulterior motives. Now that you finally have this opportunity, do you think you can let her go? That would be
a miracle!"

Du Ming chuckled awkwardly, touched his nose, and said, "Sister, what's for lunch?"

Du Yue softened her icy expression and chuckled, "Don't try to change the subject, Du Ming. You're thirty already, not young anymore
. You're not like your sister. You say you want to get married? There are plenty of beautiful young women from all the villages and shops around here who could be your pick. Why do you
insist on around with those married women?! Widow Zhang is nice, but she's not suitable to be your wife
. Listen to your sister, find a good girl and settle down."

Du Yue had given this earnest advice more than once or twice, but Du Ming clearly hadn't listened
. He just shook his head and remained silent.

Du Yue was a little angry and said heavily, "I really don't know what you're thinking. Why can't you just live a peaceful life
? Are you so obsessed with doing those things with married women all day long?"

Du Ming sighed, his expression turning dejected. He sighed twice more and said, "Sister, I know you mean
well, but I have my reasons."

Du Yue was a little skeptical and asked, "What reasons?"

Du Ming straightened up, put down his book, and said seriously, "Sister, you know about the kung fu I practice, right?"

Du Yue nodded and bowed slightly.

"Actually, my kung fu is now incredibly powerful, but it's not perfect.
It makes the yang energy in my body increasingly concentrated, and my libido has become extremely strong. If I didn't release
it often, I would have died of pent-up desire long ago. Here, hold my hand."

Du Yue gently squeezed his large hand with her snow-white, jade-like hand. "Ah, so warm!" she
exclaimed .

Du Ming gave a wry smile and said, "You can feel it now, right? This is only after I released some energy earlier; otherwise, it
would be even hotter. You know about Yin and Yang in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Men are Yang, and women are Yin. Everyone has Qi in their body, just
more or less. The Qi in men and women is different. Why do I always get handsy with women? Actually, it's
to absorb their Yin Qi. Although the effect is not great, it's better than nothing. Of course, the effect is best when it comes to sex."

Du Yue knew that her younger brother was very diligent in practicing martial arts and had even complained about the fact that such martial arts were only passed down to men,
but she never expected it to be like this.

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Du Yue said

angrily. "What's the use of telling you? It will only add to your troubles!" Du Ming said with a wry smile.

Du Yue clapped her hands and said, "Right, then why don't you find a wife? Wouldn't it
be perfect ?"

Du Ming waved his hand and said, "No, you don't know, my sex drive is frighteningly strong right now. One woman
simply can't handle it. An ordinary woman, um—" He looked at Du Yue, hesitated, and didn't say anything more.

Du Yue was taken aback, slapped his arm, and exclaimed, "Speak! Keep going! Don't stammer!"

Du Ming was a little awkward, embarrassed, and said, "Well, most women will climax in no time
, but I... well, I haven't felt anything at all."

Two red clouds crept onto Du Yue's fair face. She lowered her head and stammered, "Then... what should I do?"

Du Ming sighed, stood up, waved his hand as if to chase away his troubles, and said in a low voice, "I
don't know either. If I have a wife, it would be really unfair to her if I got entangled with other women, so I have no choice but to do
this—"

Du Yue couldn't say anything more. Her heart ached. She thought about how she had always thought her brother was a lecherous scoundrel
and had been wronging him. The reason her brother was in this state was ultimately because he practiced martial arts too diligently. And
he practiced so hard, wasn't it to protect her from being bullied? All these years, it was her brother who supported the
family, allowing her to live a carefree life without worrying about food or clothing. She really felt sorry for her brother.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent, save for the hissing of the coal in the stove.

Du Yue grumbled to herself for a while, then began to think of a solution to her brother's problem.

Du Ming, on the other hand, wasn't so bothered; in fact, he was somewhat pleased. Although his yang energy was excessive, being able to
roam freely among women was a wonderful thing. Women who had affairs with him were like drug addicts, becoming
addicted , finding sex with other men utterly tasteless and unable to resist his advances.

Du Yue racked her brains for a while, her usually quick-witted mind now a complete mess, unable to come up with
any good solutions.

Seeing her furrowed brows and strained expression, Du Ming chuckled, "Sister, don't worry. This is
probably a phase in your training. Once you get through this, things might be better."

Du Yue looked up, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "By the time you get past this phase, won't all the pretty women in the village
be yours—"

Du Yue was extremely beautiful, every word and movement exuding a captivating charm. Her eye roll and playful
anger made Du Ming's heart skip a beat. He quickly suppressed it, chuckled, touched his nose, and looked away.

Actually, he was already quite restrained, only seeking out married women. He didn't touch virgins,
fearing it would ruin their reputations. Besides, married women knew the pleasures of it all, so they wouldn't react too strongly after he was with them. The villagers
knew he was lecherous, probably only because he often touched women and visited Widow Zhang frequently; very few
knew about his affairs with other women.

Thinking of Widow Zhang, her pretty and voluptuous figure flashed through his mind, and his heart stirred with a restless,
itchy .

Widow Zhang's name was Zhang Yufen; she was extremely beautiful and had a full figure, like a ripe
peach .

"Sister, I'm going to Yufen's house. Find me there if you need anything." Du Ming missed Widow Zhang and immediately
got up to go see her.

Du Yue looked up from her book, glanced at him, and said with a mixture of displeasure and helplessness, "
What can I say to you? Go on, but come back quickly; someone might come for a medical checkup."

Du Ming agreed and excitedly went out the door.

Widow Zhang was three years younger than Du Ming. Her husband, a construction worker,
had died in an accident at the construction site when a scaffold fell from the sky. Widow Zhang had only been married for two years. People said she was cursed to bring misfortune to her husband. Even
worse she was infertile, which was also the reason her husband had left. In the countryside, not being able to continue the family line was a
serious matter. The idea that "of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no descendants" was still deeply ingrained in the small village.

After her husband's death, she was all alone and helpless, naturally becoming
a target .

One night, Sun Zhiqiang's father suddenly fell ill, so Du Ming went to check on him. On
his way home from Sun Zhiqiang's house, he passed by Widow Zhang's house and saw two notorious local thugs, Sun Qing and Li Tianming
, smashing her gate.

Du Ming was disgusted by this bullying of the weak. Without a word,
he rushed over and gave them a sound beating, making them cry and swear they would never do it again before letting them go.

Widow Zhang was actually leaning against the door, trembling with fear. Hearing the noise, she opened the door,
and her trembling, weeping appearance deeply touched Du Ming. At that moment, he felt that such a woman
deserved his pity.

The next day, he declared that anyone who dared to bully Widow Zhang would face his wrath.

Firstly, he was a formidable fighter; five or six young men couldn't withstand his punch. Secondly, he was a doctor; offending him
meant certain death—everyone understood this. Therefore, people dared not disregard his words. In fact, this was also
the reason for his audacity.

As a result, no one dared to bully Widow Zhang anymore, and she was naturally extremely grateful to Du Ming.

Du Ming wasn't exactly a saint; at first, he helped Widow Zhang purely out of a surge of enthusiasm and a sense of justice,
and besides, it was just a small favor for him. Later, however, his intentions became less pure—he fell for her!

Everything that followed fell into place naturally. Du Ming, apart from being a bit short, had no flaws; he was strong, very
manly exceptional skills. He was the most famous eligible bachelor in the surrounding villages, and being a renowned doctor,
everyone respected him. He frequently visited Widow Zhang's house. During that time, people often went to Widow Zhang's house first for medical treatment
, and he was usually there. Although Widow Zhang was reserved, she couldn't resist his advances and eventually gave in to him.

Zhang Yufen's house wasn't far from Du Ming's, just halfway down the north mountain, in the center of the village. He walked
briskly , the thick snow already swept to both sides of the road. The village had a simple division of labor; each family
cleaned their own section of the road without much effort, naturally clearing the entire village's roads. Even the laziest person
had to do it; otherwise, the stark contrast of clean front yards with snow piled up in front of theirs
would make them a laughingstock. He didn't encounter anyone on the road, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at Zhang Yufen's house.

Zhang Yufen's dog, Xiaobai, was from the same litter as Du Ming's dog, Dahei. It was very intelligent and could recognize footsteps
. Hearing Du Ming's footsteps, it didn't bark, but instead whined affectionately, wagging its tail and coming to greet him.
Because it wanted Xiaobai to protect its owner, it wasn't chained.

The yard was swept spotlessly clean; not a speck of snow could be seen. Zhang Yufen herself was an extremely clean
person and couldn't tolerate any dirt or disorder.

Du Ming entered the main house, passed through the living room, and arrived at the sleeping room on the east side. Zhang Yufen, wearing a small floral cotton-padded jacket and
with her hair tied up in a high bun, looked like a newlywed bride, and was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) picking peanuts.

This sleeping room wasn't large. Opposite the kang, facing south, was a pale white desk. At the east end of the kang was a kang-side
table piled high with thick books. A stove burned in the middle of the room. Aside from that, there was no other furniture; the desk and
books were for Du Ming's use.

The kang was next to the window, which faced south, letting in direct sunlight and making the room bright.

Zhang Yufen usually wove lace to earn money, but with Du Ming's constant interference, she couldn't weave much. It was just
a way to pass the time and earn a little money, better than nothing. Most of her time was spent serving her troublesome husband, Du Ming.

Zhang Yufen was very gentle and considerate, extremely good at pleasing her man. If Du Ming slept here at night, she
would make the stove burn brightly, making the room cozy. Before bed, she would wash his feet and give him a massage,
making him feel comfortable. She was no longer a young girl; she knew how to cherish her man. To her
, Du Ming was like an emperor, receiving her wholehearted service.

Usually, Zhang Yufen would sit on the kang (heated brick bed) weaving lace, while Du Ming lay down, his head against her thigh, inhaling
her subtle fragrance, leisurely reading. The room was quiet, occasionally exchanging a few words. At these
times, Du Ming's heart always felt warm and peaceful.

When he got tired, he would put down his book, his hand reaching into her warm embrace, restlessly exploring, savoring the softness and smoothness of her two
full breasts. She would let him be mischievous, occasionally wriggling and giggling—he had touched
her most sensitive spots. Sometimes, when aroused, Du Ming would pounce on her, strip off her clothes, and thrust into her, roughly manipulating
her until she begged for mercy. Often, due to the intense pleasure, she would fall into a deep sleep for
half a day , unable to do anything else.

The two had maintained this relationship for two years, their days growing sweeter and sweeter, practically like a married couple.

Seeing Du Ming enter, she quickly got off the kang (heated brick bed), picked up the broom, and swept the snow off his shoes. While he
stomped his feet, she swept, smiling, "What brings you here today?"

Du Ming heard a slight complaint in her voice; she hadn't come for two days, she must have missed him. His heart
warmed, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her pale red lips.

Yu Fen hadn't seen him for two days, and it felt like two years; she'd been thinking of him constantly,
unable to find peace. Now that she finally saw him, a surge of passion welled up within her, her reaction intense. She pressed her
petite full body against him, wishing she could meld into his body and never be separated again.

After kissing for a while, Yu Fen was a little out of breath. She struggled slightly, reluctantly pushing Du Ming away, and said,
"Quickly, get on the kang (heated brick bed) and warm your feet, don't get cold."

Du Ming agreed and didn't bother her anymore. He sat on the kang and let Yu Fen take off his shoes, then put his feet into the hot
quilt.

Yu Fen helped Du Ming take off his shoes, moved the winnowing basket containing peanuts on the kang, and sat down
opposite .

"Are you picking peanuts?" Du Ming casually picked a few peanuts from the basket and put them in his mouth, asking as he did so.

"Yes, the village oil mill is about to open, and I want to pick out the peanuts quickly so I can get them pressed for oil as soon as possible. We don't have much oil left
at home ." Yu Fen sat down and began picking them out carefully again.

There are two ways to use the harvested peanuts: one is to use them as seed to be planted in the ground again the following year, and the other is
to send them to the oil mill for pressing. Good, whole peanut kernels are used for seed, while the less desirable ones are used for pressing. Picking out all the peanut kernels one by
one is actually quite laborious.

"Yufen, I think you should stop growing crops and plant medicinal herbs on your land. You can watch over it with my sister."
"These herbs are so good, much more profitable than all the hard work you put into growing crops!" Du Ming reached under the covers to warm them,
his hands restlessly caressing Yu Fen's outstretched little feet. Yu Fen was extremely clean, and her delicate little feet still smelled sweet.
He said this as he played with them.

Yu Fen looked up, giving Du Ming a complicated look, and softly said, "No, thank you."

"Why?!" Du Ming asked.

"I don't want people gossiping," she replied calmly, picking through the herbs.

Du Ming laughed.

Yu Fen blushed, lightly kicking him with her little feet, and huffed, "What are you laughing at?!"

Du Ming touched his nose, stopping his laughter, and said, "Hmm, you care too much about what others say . It
's too tiring to live."

Yu Fen's tone was helpless as she said, "What can I do? You men can ignore what others
say , but we women can't."

Du Ming nodded. He wasn't unaware of these things; men cared too, but he was an exception,
so he didn't care at all. With a skill to rely on, he had nothing to fear. Du Ming smiled and said, "

Why don't you move upstairs and live with me?"

Yu Fen's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. She shook her head and said, "No, thank you. It's fine as it is.
I'm content."

Du Ming knew Yu Fen was insecure. If she were to marry him, she would feel unworthy of him. Actually,
he wasn't a good person either; she overestimated him, which made him feel ashamed.

To be honest, Du Ming didn't really want Yu Fen to live with him. It was fine as it was. As the saying goes, distance makes the heart grow fonder,
and absence makes the heart grow fonder. Visiting every two days kept his passion alive. If
they were together all the time, he might get tired of her eventually. Besides, he didn't want to be tied down by a woman.

He heard it was a... "That's one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another. Yu Fen must have vaguely heard about my lecherous
ways. She doesn't seem to mind, but if she were to see me doing 'that' with another woman one day, she would definitely be
heartbroken unable to bear it. It's no wonder she wouldn't be so tolerant. Rather than that, it's better to maintain the status quo and wait until I
'm tired of playing with other women before giving her a proper title and living a peaceful life.

" Du Ming stopped mentioning this and laughed, "Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. You get upset whenever we talk about this. By the way
, is your father's leg better?"

Yu Fen's somewhat gloomy face immediately lit up with a smile, and she said cheerfully, "It's better. My father
walked over by himself yesterday and asked me to thank you properly. He said he can walk all the way from home to here without any problem now, and
he more than ten years younger." Du Ming smiled slightly ;

this was exactly what he excelled at.

Yu Fen's family was from Lizhuang, a neighboring village. Her father had developed numerous
ailments —rheumatism, a herniated disc, and so on. Because they were chronic, they hadn't paid much attention to them, but a few days ago they suddenly worsened,
leaving him bedridden and unable to get up. Yu Fen's mother consulted with Yu Fen, and Du Ming, of course, readily agreed. He went
over treated her with acupuncture and qigong, putting in a great deal of effort. After a week, he finally cured her, also conditioning
her body and prescribing some tonics. Yu Fen's mother didn't neglect these either, ensuring they would live ten years longer than
before . He seized this opportunity to impress the elderly couple, finally dispelling
their idea of having Yu Fen move back home.

Seeing his smug smile, Yu Fen smiled too, saying, "Look at you, so proud! By the way, my dad also said
he'd let you and your sister come over to celebrate the Little New Year together."

Du Ming nodded and smiled, "What do you mean 'your sister'? You should call her 'sister' too. I'll go back and discuss it with our sister. In
principle, I agree."

Yu Fen chuckled and said, "Yes, she is our sister. You should talk to her properly.
It's okay . It's just my dad's idea anyway."

Du Ming hummed in agreement and said, "Our sister will agree. She likes you a lot. Hey, come here, let me
hug you."

Yu Fen said shyly, "No, I still need to pick out the peanuts quickly."

Du Ming waved to her and said, "It's alright, I'll hug you, you can pick out your peanuts. It won't delay you." Yu

Fen blushed and shook her head, knowing that if he touched her body, it would be a storm of passion, and
she wouldn't be able to work today. Although she also wanted him to be rough with her, wanted his hot, hard
thing to pierce her, the oil mill would be opening in a couple of days, and there were still many peanuts to be picked. If she delayed
any longer, she might not be able to press the oil in time. Weighing the pros and cons, she had to endure it.

Seeing that pleading wouldn't work, Du Ming had no choice but to force himself on her. He lifted the covers, stood up, walked to the opposite side, and sat down
next to .

Yu Fen lowered her head, her snow-white face blushing like two blooming roses, making Du Ming
even more itchy. He deliberately said in a low voice, "Come on, come on, I'll be gentle." His

voice brushed against her body like a feather duster, making Yu Fen's neck turn red. Her petite, voluptuous
body trembled slightly. She lowered her head, biting her red lips, remaining silent. She felt that if she opened her mouth, she would
surrender to him.

Du Ming was aroused by her charming appearance. He had only been teasing her, but now he was truly
impatient.

Du Ming pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to prevent her from struggling. He said, "Don't move, don't move.
Sit on my lap, and I won't disturb you. Just let me hold you, okay?"

Seeing that her objections were futile, Yu Fen could only compromise. She said, "Okay, you can only hold me and don't move.
I really need to finish picking these quickly, or I won't be able to finish pressing the oil."

Du Ming nodded haphazardly, then grinned mischievously. He said, "If you want me to stay still, you have to listen to me. Come on,
take off your pants." "Saying this, he reached for Yu Fen's belt.

Yu Fen twisted and struggled a few times, saying coquettishly, "Didn't you say you wouldn't move around?"

Du Ming forcibly unbuckled her belt, saying, "Sit on my lap, put my penis into your
little sister , and you can just pick up your peanuts."

Yu Fen was so ashamed that her body went limp, and she said shyly, "You always find ways to torment me,
how !"

Du Ming chuckled twice, and without stopping, quickly pulled down her pants. Yu Fen knew that saying anything
now was useless, so she half-heartedly lifted her leg, allowing him to easily pull down her pants.

Because of her hard work, Yu Fen's thighs were quite muscular. Although she was petite, her legs weren't short;
in fact , they had a long, slender appearance. Her snow-white, rounded thighs were pressed tightly together, revealing a small patch
of dark skin at the end, which shone brightly against the white background.

Although she was often with Du Ming, she was still unaccustomed to exposing her body. She gently covered it with her hand, shyly
turning her neck away.

Du Ming quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his thick, long, hard erection, menacing
and menacing.

The more shy and secretive Yu Fen became, the more excited he became, touching her round buttocks.

Her skin was extremely white and smooth, like cream, soft and comfortable to touch. Her buttocks were like two
hemispheres, very round, one of his two favorite places to touch. The other was her breasts, round and firm. Du Ming
was often overjoyed that heaven had given him such a beauty. Not only was her face beautiful, but her body was a hundred times better. She
was born to seduce men. To be able to enjoy such a body, a man's life would not have been in vain. And the thought that this
beauty belonged to him alone filled him with even greater satisfaction and joy.

After kneading her buttocks for a while, Du Ming pulled away her small hands covering her private parts.
Thick fluid had begun to flow from there. He smacked his fingers of the fluid and brought them to her face, making her too ashamed to look at him.

He gently lifted her buttocks, turning her back to him, and aligned her pink slit with his erect penis. With a
"squeak," he slipped it in.

"Ah!" Yu Fen cried out softly, trying to stand up with her legs, but she failed. Instead,
a slight , and her body could no longer muster any strength. She felt as if a red-hot iron rod had
pierced her, all the way to her heart. Her mind went blank, and a huge wave of dizziness washed over her, making her unable to think.

Du Ming savored the smooth, squeezing sensation from his lower body, a pleasure flowing through every part of him, making his pores open and
even more sensitive. His hands unconsciously slipped inside her clothes, kneading the two soft yet firm mounds of flesh.

Du Ming breathed into her blushing ear and chuckled, "Now you can continue picking your peanuts,
I won't move."

Yu Fen's cheeks were flushed, her eyes seemed to hold a pool of clear water, and she was slightly out of breath. She said coquettishly,
"You're so naughty, how can I work like this?"

Du Ming smiled smugly, thrusting his hips forward and penetrating her twice, making her moan softly.

Yu Feng couldn't take it anymore. She gasped for breath and said, "You...you, how about...just once...

ah...ah—" She was thrust into twice more hard. "Ah...just once, ah...please,
good Du Ming, I really have to work...ah...I can't take it anymore, ah..."

Du Ming kneaded her breasts forcefully, gently nibbling at her delicate, pink earlobe, and laughed, "Alright,
call me 'Dear Daddy' and let me hear it."

Such a shameful request was hard for her to accept.

"If you don't call me, you can forget about working today! Hurry up, call me!" Du Ming threatened her, and then
thrust into her hard several more times, so violently that she couldn't breathe.

Yu Fen felt both ashamed and angry. This scoundrel was humiliating her like this, making her say such shameful things.
A tingling, numb, and itchy sensation coursed through her lower body. Hearing those shameful words made her even more sensitive. Her
breasts felt like they were being electrocuted, waves of tingling pleasure shooting straight to her heart. Her juices
flowed rapidly and violently. Her heart raced; she wanted nothing more than for this scoundrel to fuck her to death. If he wanted to humiliate her, let
him humiliate her to his heart's content.

Du Ming thrust a few more times, and Yu Fen's mouth opened slightly as she softly called out, "Darling...Darling Grandpa."

Du Ming hadn't expected her to actually call out like that. For someone as conservative as her to call out like that surprised him. He stopped thrusting and
said, "Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"Darling Grandpa, Darling Grandpa!" Yu Fen cried out loudly, then burst into tears.

Du Ming panicked, not expecting her to cry. He quickly picked her up, ignoring her struggles, and held her
tightly, whispering, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Yu Fen just covered her face and sobbed softly, ignoring him.

Du Ming patted her back gently and said softly, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you call me that. It's just
casual conversation between husband and wife, just for fun. Don't take it seriously. Okay, stop crying. If you don't want to call me that, then don't. I won't
force you. Don't cry anymore—"

His words seemed to have some effect, and Yu Fen gradually stopped sobbing.

Their lower bodies were still joined together. Du Ming slowly began to thrust, gently turning her
body so she faced him. He cupped her tear-streaked face and carefully sucked away
the tears on her rosy cheeks.

Yu Fen didn't dare look at him. After a while, she suddenly whispered, "Darling!"

Du Ming was both surprised and delighted. He bit her small mouth fiercely and thrust even harder, making her moan incessantly.

Yu Fen had been crying, and she didn't know why. A wave of grievance and inexplicable emotion
washed over her, and she couldn't stop crying. Seeing Du Ming so tenderly caring for her, that grievance was replaced by sweetness.
She thought that even if he humiliated her, she would be willing, so she obediently called him "Darling."

This "Darling" acted like a fuse, igniting an explosion. Du Ming was overjoyed and ultimately
broke his promise , taking advantage of Yu Fen several times until she was too weak to even move her little finger.

When they rested, it was already noon. Yu Fen lay languidly in Du Ming's arms. The mattress beneath her had been
changed. Du Ming's hand was still on Yu Fen's lower body, gently stroking her tender petals. The two petals
were still a girlish pink, thanks to Du Ming. After each time, he would always stroke them for a while, saying it was
to quickly dissipate the blood flow and prevent pigmentation from deepening the color of the petals. Although Yu Fen was shy, she was
powerless to object and could only let him do as he pleased, besides, she felt quite comfortable this way.

After doing it twice in one day, Du Ming was also a little tired. He lay down, held Yu Fen's petite and plump body, and fell into a deep
sleep .

(III)

Du Ming moved the antique rocking chair out to the front door to sunbathe.

The weather was unusually good today, probably because it had just snowed the day before yesterday. Although the temperature had dropped, the sunshine was
bright, warm but not glaring. He squinted his eyes to enjoy the sunshine, which made him feel lazy all over.

Tomorrow, the village's oil mill will start operating. The whole village will be enveloped in the aroma of oil, and everyone's spirits
will lift. Seeing the harvest always brings joy. The oil mill
operates , starting close to the Lunar New Year and ending just before it ends. In just a few days, all the peanuts from the surrounding villages, except for the seeds, are turned into oil.
Some are kept for their own use, while others are sold in the city—this is half a year's harvest.

Du Yue has already gone to Yu Fen's house to help pick peanuts. He didn't go; firstly, he disliked the
tedious work of picking and choosing, and secondly, he was waiting for someone to come to his door.

He lay leisurely in his rocking chair, gently swaying, secretly pondering. He figured Xiu Zhen should be
coming today too. Last time, he only temporarily suppressed her pain; in a couple of days, the pain should wear off, and she'd come back for treatment
. Of course, if she disliked him, she would naturally find another doctor; if she was interested in him,
she would come back to him. He was quite adept at this kind of psychological testing.

If she doesn't come knocking, he'll give up on this distraction. He prided himself on having that kind of magnanimity;
there are plenty of women, no need to hang himself on one. But deep down, he knew he wouldn't give up easily. The more
a woman like that, the more interested he became—he explained it as a man's nature.

Then he thought of Li Erzi's beautiful wife, Xiao Mei. She was probably already at the hospital for a checkup
. But medicine has its limits. For someone with congenital developmental deficiencies like hers, there's no effective
treatment . The hospital might give her some medication, but the effect would be minimal. In the end, they'd still have to come to him. Anyway, they
have money; if they don't trust him, let them do what they want. Even Sun Wukong can't escape the Buddha's palm.

The sunlight grew stronger, warming him all over. His head spun, and he felt sleepy, but then
he thought other women he'd been involved with: Guihua's plump vulva, Dongmei's long, slender legs, and Juhua's round
buttocks. These past few days, everyone had been busy picking peanuts, and the women hadn't had time to come over for "medical treatment."
It was quite boring. Gradually, everything became increasingly blurry, and he fell asleep.

He slept very comfortably. When he woke up, the sun was high in the sky, making him feel lazy all over. His cheeks were
warm from the sun; it was probably noon. His sister hadn't come home yet; it seemed he'd have to go to Yufen's house for lunch.

This Xiuzhen wasn't your average promiscuous woman. She was probably enduring the pain at home, or perhaps she'd gone
elsewhere for treatment. Well, Du Ming respected women like her from the bottom of his heart. Although her absence
disappointed him somewhat, it only increased his interest in her. It wasn't easy to find a good woman; to win over such a good woman
was an achievement in itself.

After lingering for a while, feeling a bit hungry, he locked the door and strolled over to Yu Fen's house.

Upon arriving, he didn't
go inside, but instead played with Xiao Bai for a while until Du Yue greeted him from inside.

The two were sitting on the kang (heated brick bed), one to the east and one to the west. Du Yue wore an apricot-yellow, tight-fitting wool sweater, which accentuated her ample
bosom . Her snow-white face, paired with the sweater, made her appear even more charming and alluring. Sunlight shone on her,
reflecting off her clothes, casting a yellowish glow upon her, giving her a hazy, almost unreal appearance.

Yu Fen was still wearing her silver floral cotton-padded jacket, which Du Ming had bought for her. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun,
making her look both capable and charming. The two of them sitting there made the room seem like two blooming flowers.

As soon as he entered the house, Du Yue asked in a clear voice, "Why didn't you come in? Are you trying
to slack off ?"

Du Ming was busy exchanging glances with Yu Fen when he heard this, and said weakly, "No, I
was just saying hello to Xiao Bai."

Du Yue persisted, "Your hello took quite a while! Look at you, always so slow!
Come and help me pick them up!"

Du Ming said with a bitter face, "Sister, please spare me! I'd rather do work that requires a lot of strength. Picking
peanuts ? Such tedious work, I can't do it!"

Yu Fen knew his personality, and seeing his worried look, she had already softened, and quickly said, "Sister, he's
a man, it's not his fault if he doesn't like doing such delicate work, let him rest."

Du Yue smiled and glared at Yu Fen, saying, "You spoil him too much, look how lazy he is
."

Yu Fen lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled gently.

Du Yue said sternly to him, "For Yu Fen's sake, I won't let you do it. By the way, I see this stove
is smoking a bit. Is the chimney blocked? Can you take a look?"

Du Ming sighed inwardly. This older sister, when they were alone at home, was so gentle and considerate, even
when gentle. But in front of Yu Fen, she became fierce. He didn't know what was wrong with her.

In rural areas, the stove's chimney usually runs into the kang (a heated brick bed), so that the room and the kang are both warm
. But if the chimney is blocked, the stove will naturally smoke and won't burn brightly.

Sigh, this older sister, she seems to want him to be idle, Du Ming complained inwardly.

He reluctantly agreed and started working. In front of his sister, he and Yu Fen were too shy to be so
casual, so they could only exchange glances.

This kind of work had to be done by a man. He worked hard, climbing up and down, going up to the roof and removing tiles, clearing
the chimney . The stove began to burn brightly, and in no time, it was red-hot.

After he finished his work, Du Yue and Yu Fen had already prepared dinner, cooking two dishes: stir-fried green peppers with pork intestines and
hot and sour shredded potatoes. Stir-fried green peppers with pork intestines was his favorite dish; Yu Fen would buy
some to cook for him when he came over.

A small dining table was placed on the kang (heated brick bed), with a plastic sheet underneath. The two dishes were served, followed by several
steamed buns and three bowls of thin, yellow millet porridge.

Yu Fen then took out a small wine cup and a bottle of wine. The wine was very dark, looking more like red wine, but
it was actually a medicinal wine that Du Ming had prepared himself—an excellent tonic.

Yu Fen placed the wine cup in front of Du Ming, filled it, and then put the bottle away. This wine
was very strong and potent; it shouldn't be drunk in large quantities, one cup at a time was just right.

Du Yue clicked her tongue and laughed, "Yu Fen, you spoil him too much. Look
how pleased he is with himself. I've never seen you drink at home before."

Yu Fen handed him a pair of chopsticks and then a pair to Du Yue, just smiling gently.

Du Ming took the chopsticks, quickly picked up a thin piece of intestine and put it in his mouth, chewing as he said, "Sister,
Yu Fen, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

He then took a small sip of wine, squinting his eyes to savor it.

He opened his eyes and smiled at Yu Fen, "Yu Fen, your cooking has improved again, not bad, not bad,
delicious , delicious."

He placed a piece in Du Yue's bowl, then another in Yu Fen's, saying, "Sister, try her
cooking. She's perfected this dish; even top chefs outside couldn't make it this good."

Du Yue tasted it and praised it, making Yu Fen blush, but it was clear she was very
happy .

Du Ming ate the meal very comfortably.

Du Yue and Yu Fen cleared the table, got on the kang (heated brick bed), sat in the quilt, and started picking peanuts again; there were still
quite a few left, they had to hurry.

With Du Yue there, Du Ming couldn't be too intimate with Yu Fen, and felt a little bored, so he wanted to go upstairs.

Just as they were about to leave, Xiao Bai suddenly barked, indicating someone was coming.

Yu Fen went out, called Xiao Bai back, and led in a woman—a pretty, tall woman—it was Xiu Zhen.

Seeing Du Ming lying on the kang (heated brick bed), Xiu Zhen showed no expression, only offering a faint greeting.

Du Yue bowed slightly and smiled, "Sister-in-law Xiu Zhen, are you here to see Du Ming for treatment?"

Although Du Yue was older than Xiu Zhen, Xiu Zhen's husband, Li Ming, was older than her, so she could only address Xiu Zhen as "sister-in-law. "

Yu Fen warmly pushed Xiu Zhen onto the kang (a heated brick bed), smiling, "Sister Xiu Zhen, you've come to help pick peanuts."

Xiu Zhen ignored Du Ming, looking at Yu Fen with a smile, and said, "I know you can't finish picking
all the peanuts . I just finished picking mine this morning, so I came over to see if I could help."

Du Yue laughed, "Oh, I see. Perfect! Yu Fen and I were just worried about not being able to finish."

Du Ming then remembered that Xiu Zhen and Yu Fen were from the same village, both from Lizhuang. No wonder they were
so close.

The three women sat on the kang, and with Du Ming, it was a bit crowded. He was also thinking of leaving, so he got up
to go .

Xiu Zhen said casually, "By the way, Du Ming, I've been having a dull ache in my left chest. I
wonder what's wrong?"

Du Ming glanced at her in surprise but didn't answer.

He was surprised because it seemed like Xiu Zhen was telling him this for the first time. He then thought to himself, "This
woman is amazing."

Seeing that Du Ming remained silent, Yu Fen gently tugged at his sleeve and said, "Du Ming, could you take
a look at Sister Xiuzhen?"

Du Ming's thoughts were interrupted, and he hummed in agreement, saying, "I'll take a look then." His tone was very much like that of someone meeting for the first time
.

Du Ming had already seen through Xiuzhen's intentions, but he couldn't help but admire her cleverness. She knew
that if she sought his medical help again, she would surely be taken advantage of, so she used the excuse of helping to wait for him at Yu Fen's house. In
front of Yu Fen, she would behave herself and wouldn't be afraid of him forcing himself on her.

Du Ming made her lift her clothes, and his large hands gently kneaded her firm, snow-white breasts, slowly
asking her which specific spot hurt. He was actually pretending to be taking advantage, using the opportunity to grope her, a kind of
punishment. Openly kneading another woman's breasts in front of his sister and Yu Fen excited him.

Xiuzhen knew that Du Ming was taking advantage of her, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything, her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment.

Du Ming knew when to stop, as Yu Fen and Du Yue were watching him intently.

He released her hand, took her pulse again, frowned, thought for a moment, and
said to the three women who were staring at him, "Although it's a bit troublesome, it's nothing serious. A few acupuncture treatments will do."

Then, he looked at Xiuzhen with a half-smile and said, "Why don't you come upstairs with me, and I'll give you a treatment?" Xiuzhen

looked flustered and didn't speak, her eyes darting around.

Du Ming wouldn't show any lust for other women in front of Yu Fen, and Xiuzhen was taking advantage of
that . Unfortunately, such tricks were worthless in front of him; his words were just to scare her, to let her know he
knew her schemes.

He smiled again, "Fortunately, there's a set of acupuncture needles here. Lie down on the kang (heated brick bed), preferably take off your clothes, and I'll give
you a treatment. For your illness to be completely cured, you'll need three treatments, once every two days."

Xiuzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and readily lay down.

Du Yue and Yu Fen moved the winnowing basket around, squeezing in to make room for him.

The room was warm, even a bit hot; the stove, its chimney recently cleaned, burned brightly, and bright sunlight
streamed in through the window, falling on the kang (heated brick bed), making the room very bright.

Xiuzhen lifted her shirt, the sunlight shining directly on her snow-white breasts, making them appear dazzlingly white.

Du Ming no longer entertained any lewd thoughts, concentrating on the acupuncture. Although he was lustful, once he truly began
treatment , he could abandon all distractions and devote himself entirely to it.

Five long needles were quickly inserted into Xiuzhen's body, and Xiuzhen, drowsy from the sunlight, almost fell
asleep . It was midday, and the room was warm, the kang cozy, the sunlight intense; the long needles didn't
feel much when they went in, so dozing off was inevitable.

She drifted off in and out of consciousness for an unknown amount of time, then suddenly awoke. She looked around and found herself still naked
from the waist up , but the needles were gone, and Du Ming was gone too.

"Yufen, did I fall asleep?" she asked.

Yufen smiled and said, "No, you just dozed off. Du Ming just left. He told me not to wake
you, saying a little nap would be more effective. So we didn't touch you."

Xiuzhen put down her clothes, straightened them, and felt a mix of emotions, unable to describe the feeling.

Du Yue, being intelligent and perceptive, observed them closely and clearly saw their expressions. She admired Xiuzhen somewhat
and laughed, "Sister-in-law Xiuzhen, what are you daydreaming about? Are you thinking about Brother Li Ming?"

Yufen chuckled along, echoing her. Li Ming was a well-known "henpecked husband" in the village, often the
subject of ridicule.

Xiuzhen blushed and spat, feeling a pang of shame. She hadn't been thinking about her
husband , but that lecherous man. It was truly wrong of her. His treatment of her had made her feel ashamed and indignant, but that
feeling… Thinking of it, a tingling sensation spread through her lower body, making her even more ashamed. Don't think about it, don't think about it.
She forced herself not to think about these things.

Shaking her head to clear her mind of these troubling thoughts, she began helping to pick peanuts. The three women chatted and laughed, like
three confidantes blooming in harmony.

Du Ming walked home, feeling a pang of regret. Two snow-white mounds kept
flashing , but he didn't regret letting go of the tempting prey that was already within his grasp.

Although he was lustful, he could never show any improper thoughts about other women in front of Yu Fen. He couldn't bear
to hurt her. The image of the petite Yu Fen standing at the door, trembling and crying, two years ago was deeply etched in
his heart. He only wanted to protect her, not hurt her. Even though he was lustful, he still had to try his best to pretend to be
indifferent to other women in front of her, precisely because of this mentality.

As he pondered, he occasionally encountered villagers who greeted him on the way, and he subconsciously responded.
He quickly arrived home.

Once home, he first fed Da Hei, then picked up a book and quietly began to read. After reading for a while
, he began practicing his qigong. It's common knowledge that you shouldn't practice immediately after a meal, but some qigong practices specifically
utilize the power of grains, allowing for practice right after eating. He considered these methods somewhat evil and dismissed them.

He read many books on qigong, but ultimately felt his family's traditional qigong was the most powerful,
so he practiced even more diligently, hoping to overcome the hurdle of excessive yang energy.

However, it seemed this hurdle wouldn't be so easy to overcome. After practicing, he felt his lust
surging within him, an intense urge to find a woman to release his pent-up desire. He couldn't help but feel resentful that those few sluts who
frequently came to "seek medical help" when they had nothing else to do, were nowhere to be seen when he needed them, instead pretending to be chaste and virtuous
.

Xiuzhen's gleaming white breasts kept flashing before his eyes—truly a pair of exquisite breasts.
He longed to hold them in his hands, suck on them, and freely knead and play with them.

Just as he was lost in thought, the big black dog barked, signaling that another group had come to his door for medical treatment.

It was five young men from the village. This bunch of guys were good-for-nothings, full of energy, always
thinking about how to have fun. They were either stealing chickens or bullying others, causing a lot of resentment in the village. Luckily, the village
was quite isolated, otherwise, they would have caused a major disaster long ago.

Seeing their bloodied heads, Du Ming knew they must have been in a fight again.
Sun Qing and Li Tianming, who had bullied Yu Fen last time, were among them. Ever since Du Ming had beaten them so badly, they
were always timid and submissive around him, like mice before a cat.

As soon as the group came in, everyone called him Brother Du, and even those of higher seniority followed suit.

Du Ming rushed forward to stop the bleeding and examine them. There were no serious injuries, just superficial cuts. His face was cold as he turned to
the tallest and strongest young man among them and said, "Gao Tian, got into another fight?!"

Gao Tian was the leader of the group, a muscular man with a large frame and a somewhat
menacing . Seeing Du Ming's gloomy face, he chuckled sheepishly, "Brother Du, we were forced into this. Those bastards from Li
Village, damn it, dared to harass Tianming's sister! We five against six, we beat them to
a pulp!"

Du Ming looked at Li Tianming, who was sitting there clutching his head, and asked, "What happened? " "What happened?"

Li Tianming said, "It's true, Brother Du. My sister came back from the market at noon today and told me that
those rascals from Lizhuang harassed her. A few of us caught them on our way through Lizhuang, fought
them , and eventually chased them all away."

Du Ming sighed, shook his head, and asked, "Were they badly injured?"

Gao Tian looked at the others and said, "They don't seem too badly hurt. We didn't use anything, just
our fists."

Du Ming nodded and said, "Hmm, let me think about it."

Gao Tian and the others were a little confused, but they didn't disturb him, letting him ponder.

The room was quiet; they even held their breath, afraid of disturbing Du Ming's thoughts.

After a while, Du Ming spoke up, "You guys should try to stay in the village as little as possible from now on. Let's hide for a while."

Gao Tian was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

Du Ming, both angry and amused, said, "Don't you think about it? If you were in their shoes, would you let this go after suffering such a
loss in silence? What would they do?"

The two young men who hadn't spoken were brothers, Zhang Fang and Zhang Yuan, both quite handsome
and , just playing with Gao Tian and the others.

The older brother, Zhang Fang, asked in a questioning tone, "Brother Du, do you mean they'll retaliate against us?"

Gao Tian waved his strong arm and shouted, "They wouldn't dare! The five of us could easily take down six of them.
They'd probably be hiding in the village, too afraid to come out!"

Du Ming laughed, "If I were them, I'd wait until you were alone and then take you down one by one. Even a good fist can't fight
four legs, and a tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. In the end, you'll be the ones who suffer!"

"Then if we're not alone, we won't be afraid of them," Sun Qing said.

Du Ming smiled and ignored him.

Li Tianming chimed in, "I'm afraid that next time they come looking for us, there will be even more of them."

Gao Tian scoffed, "Those bastards don't have that kind of guts. If they dare to come looking for us again, I'll make sure
they're ."

Du Ming laughed, "Nobody can be sure if they have the guts, but there is a way to solve this."

"What way?" Sun Fang asked, while the others looked at him eagerly.

"Instead of waiting for them to retaliate, we should strike first. Don't let them get away with it. Keep
beating they run away at the sight of you. Make them terrified at the mere mention of your name," Du Ming said fiercely.

"Alright, beat these bastards to death!" Gao Tian shouted, and the others also looked excited,
eager to start beating them up immediately. Du Ming sighed inwardly, "Ah, young people, so hot-blooded!"

Du Ming stopped talking, satisfied with his strategy of diverting the trouble. These young men, if they weren't given an outlet for their
anger , would wreak havoc on the village all day. The fact that he could get them to focus on fighting those troublemakers from Li Village was
a sign of his kindness to the villagers of both villages. With him around, their fights wouldn't result in any deaths, but if someone did die
, it would simply be reaping what they sowed. He felt a little smug, but didn't find it cruel at all.

The medicine Du Ming prescribed for them was nothing more than blood-activating, anti-inflammatory, and pain-relieving medication; he didn't charge them.
Money, these small favors, though insignificant, are very effective. He doesn't care about the money; what he wants is the
sentiment , making them feel indebted to Du Ming, which is also an effective way to control them.

After seeing off these enthusiastic young people, it was already getting dark. Winter nights come early; the sun
begins to set at five in the afternoon. Sleeping with a woman's warm body in the long night is a great pleasure.

Later, Sun Chunxiao from the village came to see a doctor. It wasn't anything serious, just a cold. Du Ming asked him what happened and found out:
he had been playing mahjong non-stop for a day and a night, then went to the mountain to gather grass, worked up a sweat, and felt
unwell when he got home, catching a cold.

Du Ming simply advised Sun Chunxiao not to stay up late, and if he did, he shouldn't work anymore;
he should rest first, otherwise he'd definitely get sick. Health is the foundation of everything. Du Ming spoke gently
, showing genuine concern. Sun Chunxiao happily took the medicine and left.

Du Ming saw him to the door, glanced at the sky, which was already turning gray, and the surrounding light was dimming;
it would dark. A faint smell of smoke filled the air, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, enveloping the small village
. The occasional barking of dogs added a touch of life to the village. Some people had already lit lamps, their scattered lights adding
a touch of warmth.

He went inside, turned on the light, read for a while, and then watched some television. Dinner, of course, would be at Yu Fen's house again,
but he couldn't go too early, otherwise Du Yue would complain on Yu Fen's behalf, accusing him of not doing any work and only eating.

Unexpectedly, today was quite busy; two more groups of people arrived, more than a dozen in total, including some from other villages. They all had
colds ; it had just snowed, and the temperature had dropped sharply, making it easy to catch a cold.

Several men, noticing Du Yue's absence, asked where she had gone and why she wasn't home, looking quite disappointed.
Du Ming felt a pang of discomfort. Du Yue was gentle and beautiful, loved by everyone; many who came here secretly hoped to
see her. These lecherous fellows... Du Ming grew increasingly annoyed, his expression subtly changing. Suppressing his discomfort, he
quickly examined them, prescribed medicine, and sent them away.

Finally, with peace and quiet restored, Du Ming sighed, trying to dispel his unease. He thought to himself, "
I can't let my sister help me anymore, lest those men look at her with lustful eyes. If they're going to look, it'll be
me alone."

"What a bunch of lecherous bastards!" But then he thought that he was even more of a lecher than these men who only knew how to leer with their eyes, and a sense of pride
welled up inside him, gradually easing his gloom.

When they arrived at Yufen's house, dinner was already prepared. Seeing that Xiuzhen hadn't gone home and was still helping, Du Ming
asked curiously. He learned that Xiuzhen's husband, Li Ming, was still working in the city and hadn't returned. He explained that he
was getting double pay for working overtime during the New Year holiday, so he decided not to come home for the holiday. Xiuzhen was all alone, without her in-laws.

Yufen and Du Yue warmly invited her to stay. They felt it would be impolite not to offer her dinner after she had helped them all afternoon.
Yufen wanted to cook at home, as eating alone was a bit lonely. She preferred the lively atmosphere here, as she would enjoy
her meal . Besides, Du Ming and Yufen were close, and they often ate together, so he
didn't refuse and stayed.

Du Ming kept a half-smile at Xiuzhen. He found this woman very interesting. Seeing her elegant
and strong appearance, he felt an urge to tease her and break down her defenses.

Xiuzhen seemed to sense Du Ming's ill intentions. His ambiguous smile always
sent shivers down her spine, making her instinctively want to escape. She secretly regretted staying. Du
Ming's demeanor was like a big bad wolf eyeing a little white rabbit, ready to devour it, while she felt like the
weak, helpless rabbit, devoid of her usual strength. A sense of powerless frustration welled up within her
.

During the meal, Du Ming no longer focused solely on Xiuzhen, but rather evenly distributed his attention among the three
beautiful women. Outside, it was completely dark, but inside, the lights were bright and warm.
Under the lamplight, the three beauties resembled three blooming flowers, dazzling and radiant. Du Ming glanced at one, then at the other, drinking only
a small cup of wine, yet his heart was already somewhat intoxicated.

Du Ming ate the meal with a loss for taste, but gained a deeper understanding of the idiom "beauty is food for the eyes
."

After finishing their meal, Du Ming said, "Everyone's worked all day, we should relax a bit. Let's not keep working and
watch some TV to unwind." Du Yue agreed, and Yu Fen followed suit. There wasn't much left anyway, and they
could finish picking it all by tomorrow morning. So the four of them decided to go to the main room to watch TV.

However, there was no stove in the main room; the stove was in the sleeping room. So Du Ming moved the TV to
the sleeping room, placing it on his desk. He then had to extend the antenna, fiddling with it all the while. During this time
, the three women continued picking peanuts, chatting and laughing non-stop, creating a lively atmosphere. Three women make a drama, and that was certainly true.
Yu Fen's frequent glances towards them made Du Ming feel warm, motivating him to work even harder. Once

the TV was set up, they put the winnowing basket in the main room and huddled together under the covers on the kang (heated brick bed) to watch
TV. The room wasn't big, so sitting on the kang and sitting close to the TV was a bit uncomfortable for their eyes, but the feeling was different from
usual a more realistic feel.

Du Ming didn't particularly like watching TV. He always felt the actors in dramas were just acting, their expressions
and movements unnatural, making him uncomfortable. He preferred artsy shows and commercials.

Du Ming sat at the far east end, with Yu Fen next to him, followed by Du Yue and Xiu Zhen. Yu Fen had been pushed there by Du Yue
, while Xiu Zhen, wanting to be as far away from Du Ming as possible, sat at the far west end.

A drama, seemingly a romance novel, was playing on TV, and the three women were watching with great interest,
completely engrossed, which annoyed Du Ming. The characters on TV spoke like they were reciting a script, giving him goosebumps
. Unable to bear it any longer, he shifted his attention elsewhere.

First, he took Yu Fen's soft, delicate hand, which she allowed. Then, he slipped his hand under the covers
to touch her thigh. Since everyone was under the covers, the movement was subtle and unnoticed. Yu Fen's beautiful
face immediately flushed red, and she pressed his large hand tightly against her firm thigh, preventing it from
moving .

Du Ming was sitting a bit back, so the other two women couldn't see him unless they turned around. They were engrossed
in watching TV, not saying a word, completely captivated by the handsome young man on screen who was reciting a poem.

Although Yu Fen wanted to watch TV, Du Ming's interruption prevented her from doing so. She felt both shy and panicked, knowing that with
Du Ming's unruly nature, he might do something outrageous in front of other women in a moment of passion
. This rascal, it was as if she owed him something in her past life, she sighed inwardly.

Du Ming's hands were still for a while, enjoying the elasticity of Yu Fen's thighs, but not satisfied, he quickly became
restless again. He broke free from Yu Fen's grasp and forcefully caressed her thighs and buttocks, making
no .

Yu Fen didn't want to resist him too much, hoping he wouldn't go too far, so she let him have his way with these little actions.

But this was just Yu Fen's wishful thinking. Du Ming wouldn't stop there. He felt that the
thick wasn't enough, so he quietly went to undo Yu Fen's belt. Yu Fen struggled secretly, not daring to exert too much
force, afraid that the two people beside her would notice. Of course, it was futile; Du Ming's large, hot
hand reached inside.

First her lower abdomen, then her hidden little hole, sinking in one by one.

Du Ming gently stroked her, finally carefully playing with her pubic hair, her full little hole, carefully finding
the slight . The juices quickly flowed out, and he gently inserted a finger, gently thrusting it in and out, then two
fingers. It was soft, slippery, and warm inside.

Yu Fen didn't dare to move. First, her whole body stiffened, then went limp. She had to struggle to keep herself
from falling, her hands tightly gripping the blanket, afraid that if anyone moved the blanket, they would discover her embarrassing situation. She inwardly cursed
this scoundrel; he was truly lawless and audacious. If they saw her, how could she ever face anyone again?

Her eyes were glued to the television, not daring to move, but a tingling, itch-like sensation, like ants biting her, seeped into
her bones, making her want to wriggle slightly and forcefully meet his thrusts to relieve the discomfort. His uneven, forceful
thrusts were making her mind race; her eyes could no longer focus on the television. She felt as if she were floating in the sky, rising and
falling uncontrollably, in unbearable discomfort.

Although she tried her best to endure it, her increasingly heavy breathing and flushed cheeks couldn't hide it from anyone.

Du Yue noticed Yu Fen's unusual behavior first, turning to look at her. Then her gaze fell on Du Ming's hand under
the covers . Two red clouds rose on her fair face. She glared at Du Ming, then turned her head away, pretending not
to see.

Yu Fen wished she could bury herself under the covers. Du Yue must have seen it! What was she going to do?!
At this moment , Du Ming resumed his thrusting, startling her. She pressed her hand tightly against the blanket
, pleading with him to stop.

Seeing her pitiful state, Du Ming felt a pang of pity. He withdrew his fingers, grabbed a pillowcase, wiped
his hands, and quietly unzipped his pants. He took Yu Fen's small hand, pulled it inside, and pressed her cold hand against his
already erect penis, letting his own hands rest.

She was no stranger to this; often, when she couldn't bear it, she would use her hand or mouth to help him ejaculate.

Seeing Du Ming let her go, she had no choice but to reciprocate, her soft, cold hands stroking and teasing him with varying pressure
, making him feel very comfortable.

An episode of the TV series ended, and a commercial break appeared. Du Yue and Xiu Zhen looked up from the television and discussed
the plot . Yu Fen quickly pulled her hand away, her face flushed with embarrassment. Because of Du Yue's presence, Xiu Zhen couldn't see
Yu Fen 's expression, so when she turned around and saw Yu Fen's blushing face, she couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't
feeling well, or if the room was too hot. Her concern made Yu Fen even more embarrassed, her head almost buried in her chest.

Du Yue came to her rescue, saying that she was just hot and would be fine in a little while. Yu Fen breathed a sigh of relief,
feeling extremely grateful to Du Yue, and slowly began to talk to them, her mood gradually calming down. Du Yue, however, kept shooting resentful
glances at Du Ming, making him a little alarmed, knowing that a scolding was waiting for him.

Having already been discovered by Du Yue, Du Ming stopped causing trouble, obediently holding Yu Fen's small hand, patiently
watching TV, treating it as a way to train his resilience.

The two episodes of the drama finally ended, it was already past nine o'clock, and people began to leave.

Du Ming wanted to stay the night and sleep there, with Du Yue also staying so the three of them could make
do.

However, Du Yue flatly refused, saying it was impossible. She insisted that Xiuzhen stay to keep Yu Fen company, while Du Ming would
go home with her.

Ultimately, Du Yue's decision was final. Du Ming had actually anticipated this outcome and didn't insist too much.

Yu Fen had experienced quite a bit of excitement that night, and after the passion subsided, she was inevitably exhausted. Although she was somewhat reluctant to let Du Ming
stay , having Xiuzhen with her was good enough. She lazily saw Du Ming and Du Yue out
of the house, only returning inside with Xiuzhen after they had gone some distance.

Xiuzhen wanted to talk to Yu Fen, to find out why Yu Fen was so devoted to that lecherous
man , what was so good about him that made her love him so wholeheartedly, but seeing Yu Fen's half-closed eyes
, she could only give up, lying down sullenly, thinking there would be plenty of time to ask later.

Du Ming and Du Yue hurried home. The moon was bright, hanging high in the sky, its cool silver light casting
clear shadows on the surroundings. Du Yue didn't say a word, just walked quickly and silently.

Du Ming tried to talk to her, but to no avail. He was just putting on a monologue, which made him a little embarrassed, so he stopped
talking. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Du Ming reached for her small hand, but she pulled away. For the siblings
, holding hands was a bit too intimate. At first, Du Yue had also refused to let him hold her
hand, but she couldn't resist Du Ming's persistence. Later, she got used to it and even liked being held in his warm, large hand
; it felt warm and safe.

Du Ming then touched her shoulder with his shoulder, but she avoided it again, still ignoring him and walking even faster.

Du Ming smiled wryly. It seemed Du Yue was truly angry. He really didn't understand why she was so upset. It was just
that she secretly touched Yu Fen. She and Yu Fen were already an old married couple; doing such a thing wasn't a big deal.
Even though there were other people involved, it didn't amount to much.

Although the moon was bright, it was still just the moon. It was nighttime, and the road was still not very clear. Du Yue was walking
too fast , which made Du Ming a little worried. He wondered if she would bump into something, step on something, or hurt herself. Unexpectedly
, what he feared most came true. His fear immediately became a reality. With a soft cry, Du Yue
fell down .

Du Ming was reflecting on why Du Yue was so angry when he heard the shout and saw her fall to the ground. He
rushed over, supporting her shoulder, and anxiously asked, "Sister, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Du Yue shook off his hand, angrily saying, "Nothing, just go!"

Ignoring her struggles, Du Ming forcefully grabbed her shoulder, anxiously asking, "Sister, are you alright? Did you twist your ankle
? Get up and walk around."

Du Yue stopped being angry and slowly stood up with Du Ming's help. "Ah!" she cried out softly again, her
body tilting to the side as if she was about to fall, but Du Ming quickly caught her.

"Did you twist your ankle?" Du Ming asked.

"Yes," Du Yue replied.

Du Ming crouched down and said, "Come on, I'll carry you."

Du Yue was still angry, snorted, and stood there without moving, saying, "No need, I won't die, I can
walk!"

Without another word, Du Ming scooped her up in his arms and walked straight ahead. He knew that women
could be unreasonable when they got angry, even his gentle sister was no exception. At times like this, talking to them was
pointless; action was far more effective.

Du Yue didn't struggle forcefully, only slightly before stopping. She was slightly dizzy from the intoxicating
scent the strong, masculine aroma had a powerful impact on her, and her body gradually softened,
allowing Du Ming to hold her so intimately.

Du Ming didn't think about anything else; he was just eager to get home to check on Du Yue's foot injury. He hoped there wouldn't be any
external wounds or scars, otherwise she would panic.

Du Ming walked briskly, arriving home quickly. His martial arts training had given him a strong physique; even after such a hurried journey,
he wasn't flushed or out of breath, walking with the same calm and collected demeanor as he usually did.

Once inside, he turned on the light and immediately focused on her injury, completely oblivious to Du Yue's flushed face.

"Thank goodness," Du Ming thought to himself with relief. It seemed he had only stepped on a stone and
slightly ; he figured he could walk normally now.

After a while, Du Yue calmed down and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just to be safe, I'll put some medicine on it later, and I'll be perfectly fine tomorrow!" Du Ming said
happily .

Du Yue also felt relieved; her anger had dissipated.

It was a bit cold in the village, and the stove was almost out. Du Ming quickly added coal and then applied medicine to Du Yue's foot.

Du Yue lay on Du Ming's kang (heated brick bed). The stove in her room hadn't been lit all day because she hadn't
been home . Du Ming hadn't expected her to come home to sleep, so he hadn't lit the stove before leaving. Now, even if he lit it again,
it would take a long time for the room to warm up, and the kang was cold and even harder to heat up, so she had to sleep on Du Ming's kang.

Du Yue lay comfortably on the quilt, legs crossed, watching Du Ming bustling about, carefully
applying medicine . Although she was the older sister, she was always being taken care of by her younger brother. More often than not,
he was more like her older brother, while she felt like the protected and cared-for younger sister. Thinking of this, she felt a little
ashamed and sorry for him. At this moment, Du Ming's lechery and audacity didn't seem so hateful in her eyes anymore.

After everything was done, Du Ming was a little tired. He released the chain from Da Hei, closed the door, and prepared to go to bed.

He brought over the quilt from Du Yue's bed in the west room for her to use. He

sat on the edge of the bed, took off his shoes and clothes, stripping down to his underwear, quickly lifted the quilt, and
crawled inside.

Du Yue slept on the inside of the bed, and he slept on the outside.

Du Yue simply took off her wool sweater, lying down in her fleece top and pants. Because of her leg injury, Du Ming
helped her take them off. The tight fleece top and pants vividly outlined her curvaceous figure, making Du Ming's
heart flutter. His lustful nature resurfaced, and he casually touched her thigh, only to be kicked hard by Du Yue, which
silenced .

The room quieted down, the lights were turned off, and darkness fell. The cool moonlight streamed in through the window,
falling on the blankets. The two were silent for a while.

"Sister, it's been a long time since we slept together, hasn't it?" Du Ming said, lying on his back with a touch of melancholy.

Du Yue lay on her side, facing inward, and softly replied, "Yes, we've been sleeping in separate rooms since I turned eighteen."

Du Ming chuckled and said, "Hehe, I remember I absolutely refused back then, and I would often sneak up to your
bed in the middle of the night to sleep with you in my arms."

Du Yue laughed too, a hint of shyness in her voice, and said, "You had so many bad habits back then, you had to hold me
to fall asleep, and you even wanted to touch my breasts. You were such a little pervert back then."

Du Ming smiled and said, "I remember when our parents had just passed away, I would always wake up crying in the middle of the night, and I could only fall asleep soundly
while holding you. It had become a habit, and it's hard to change it overnight."

Du Yue said, "Back then, you were still someone who always missed your parents..." " The little crying child, in the blink of an eye,
has grown into a grown-up. In two more years, she'll have her own wife and children. Her parents
down there will be so happy to know."

As she spoke, many scenes from her childhood slowly surfaced in her mind.
Without relatives to support her, the village children often bullied her. Du Ming always stood in front of her, protecting
her with his frail body, often getting beaten up himself. So he practiced his family's qigong like a madman,
remaining silent , like a wooden doll, eating, practicing, sleeping, over and over again. Finally, he mastered qigong,
and from then on, no one dared to bully her anymore.

One day, he told her that to give her a good life, he needed to become a doctor. His family had three thick
medical books; if he could understand them, he could become a doctor and earn money. Farming would never make him rich.
So he studied day and night, and after two years, he finally became a doctor.

He'd do anything he set his mind to, with a
fierce determination that made him seem like a real man, Du Yue thought to herself.

"Sigh, sister, I can't even remember what Mom and Dad looked like anymore. Aren't I being unfilial?" Du Ming
sighed.

Du Yue smiled and said, "You were too young then. So many years have passed; it's not surprising you don't remember."

Du Ming felt a little better and said, "I remember when Mom and Dad first passed away, life was really tough for us. Thinking about it
now , I admire myself for getting through it."

Du Yue chuckled and said, "It's all because you're so capable. Back then, you were so fierce to everyone, like
they were all your enemies, like a little hedgehog."

Du Ming laughed, "If I hadn't been like that, people would have come to bully me. I had no choice. During that
period , I couldn't stand anyone and wanted to beat them all up."

Du Yue giggled, her body shaking, the quilt rippling gently. She said, "You were so imposing back then
. Hmm, let me think, I remember that in that month, you beat up more than a dozen people. Among the kids,
Li Ming and Li Erzi were the worst. When they bullied me, you broke their arms. After that, they would run
far away when they saw me, not even daring to look me in the eye. Even Sun Zhiqiang and his gang of youths were beaten so badly by you that they couldn't get up. After that,
the villagers were much more enthusiastic when they saw me, no longer with that indifferent attitude. It was so satisfying!"

Du Ming was also excited when he recalled his past glory and laughed heartily.

The two reminisced about the past with great enthusiasm, their conversation growing more and more animated. Du Yue turned around and lay down
face-to , too excited to sleep.

"Sister, let me hold you while I sleep. I really miss that feeling from when we were little, it was so comfortable!" Du Ming
said earnestly.

Du Yue was taken aback, then blushed deeply, spitting out, "Don't talk nonsense! How old are you
?

You still want to hold your sister while you sleep." Du Ming said urgently, "No matter how old I am, you'll always be my sister. I just want to hold you while I sleep."

Du Yue slapped away his outstretched hand, saying, "Alright, stop thinking nonsense, go to sleep."

With that, she turned away and said nothing more.

The room fell silent again, but Du Yue's mind was far from calm: Sleeping in his arms would feel so
comfortable and reassuring, that strong masculine scent enveloping her—how blissful that would be!
Oh dear, what was she thinking? He was her brother! These thoughts were inappropriate. Stop thinking
, go to sleep. She sighed heavily. If only he weren't her own brother…

Du Ming, though known for his audacity, was only with other women. He didn't have the guts for his sister.
Not that he lacked the courage, but he simply didn't want to. Although he sometimes liked to touch Du Yue and take advantage of her,
lust was minimal.

Lost in their own thoughts, they fell asleep without realizing it.

When Du Yue woke up, she found herself heavy; Du Ming's thigh was pressing against her,
his hand resting on her waist through the blanket. He was fast asleep.

A chill ran down Du Yue's spine, and she quickly got up.

Du Ming was startled awake. Through his sleepy eyes, he saw Du Yue with her long hair flowing over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed, looking extremely alluring. His hand
involuntarily reached out to touch her, only to be slapped hard by Du Yue, waking him up completely. Seeing Du Yue
glaring at him angrily, he couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, "Oh, you're awake, sister?"

Du Yue snorted and said, "Get up quickly, look how high the sun is. The oil mill is open today. Go and
deliver the peanuts to Yu Fen."

Du Ming agreed and hurriedly started to get dressed. Du Yue quickly turned her head away and said, "Yu Fen is probably
already waiting for you. Come back for dinner after you deliver the peanuts."

Du Ming stood up to fasten his belt, saying, "Sister, I'm afraid I can't come home for dinner. Yu Fen might have
already prepared it."

Du Yue turned around, straightened his collar, and laughed, "You've forgotten your sister now that you have a wife.
Okay , if you don't come back, I'll cook for myself. Come back at noon, and I'll make dumplings for you."

Du Ming happily agreed, and without even washing his face, he hurriedly left.

Upon arriving at Yufen's house, he used a small cart to deliver four bags of peanuts to the oil mill. After taking a number, he could go home and wait for
his turn.

The road leading to the oil mill in the east of the village was bustling with people, like a festival. Everyone was delivering peanuts to
the mill, stopping far away to form a queue. People would deliver their peanuts one by one, take
a number, and then go home to wait.

Du Ming happened to run into Guihua, the woman he was having an affair with. She had an oval face, large eyes, and was still
as alluring as ever.

Her husband, Sun Zhiqiang, worked with Li Ming.

Upon seeing Du Ming, Guihua greeted him warmly as usual, showing no sign of anything amiss.
Du Ming impressed, but also secretly wary; women had an exceptional talent for acting, they were natural-born actresses.

Guihua had arrived earlier than Du Ming, pushing her cart, and was already at the front of the queue.
She left the cart there and went to Du Ming to speak to him.

Their eyes, however, were restless. Guihua's large, watery eyes swept over him seductively, as if trying to steal his soul
. They started talking and learned that Sun Zhiqiang wouldn't be coming home for the New Year, working shifts with Li Ming to earn money. They
knew it must have been Guihua who forced him to do this; otherwise, given his laziness, he wouldn't even want to go to work.

After talking for a while, it was Guihua's turn to take the peanuts inside. She reluctantly said goodbye, asking before leaving, "
Brother Du, my stomach has been hurting a bit these past few days. I wonder when you'll be home? I'd like to come see you."

Du Ming smiled gently and said, "Hmm, I don't think I'll be too busy this afternoon. Come over and I'll give you a check-up."

Then they parted, looking forward to their reunion that afternoon.

Actually, Guihua was very healthy and rarely got sick; her illnesses were just excuses to see Du Ming.
Guihua 's husband, Sun Zhiqiang, was impotent and couldn't satisfy her, while she was a formidable woman, somewhat like Xi Feng,
managing the household impeccably. Sun Zhi was a local hooligan in his youth, but after Guihua married into the family, she kept him in check
, turning him into an honest and law-abiding man. He found a job in the city and earned money steadily. Her skill
in managing her husband was known throughout the village.

It was already past nine o'clock when they returned to Yufen's house. After breakfast, it was almost ten. Du Yue happened to come over
to see if everything was ready.

Du Ming asked Du Yue if anyone had come to see the doctor that morning. Du Yue shook her head; everyone was busy going to the oil mill, and
no one had come.

Du Yue and Yufen grew closer and closer. As they spent more time together, she became increasingly satisfied with Yufen, feeling that
her younger brother was not doing him any favors with such a wife.

Du Yue wanted to cook there and make dumplings with Yufen. Du Ming, of course, was more than happy to oblige. The sight of two beautiful
women was pleasing to the eye, and he felt quite pleased.

Yu Fen was overjoyed. She was content to have Du Ming here, and the opportunity to befriend his sister
was a wonderful thing.

The two women busied themselves chopping meat and vegetables, kneading dough. Du Yue's fingers were long, slender, and delicate, like jade scallions.
Yu Fen's hands were small, fair but somewhat rough, reflecting their contrasting circumstances.

Although Du Yue had lost her parents early, she had Du Ming. Du Ming treated his sister like a princess,
not letting her do heavy work. Later, he became the village's barefoot doctor and even planted medicinal herbs in the fields, preventing her from
working in the fields. He let her read or visit other people's homes when she had time. Therefore, Du Yue lacked the typical rural
air ; she was more like a city dweller.

Yu Fen, though she had parents, had helped with chores since childhood. Her family was poor, and her brother couldn't find a wife. Women
these days were very materialistic; without money, no matter how handsome a young man was, no one would marry him. Yu Fen's
brother was very handsome. Although they were poor, many girls wanted to marry him, but the family was too poor to afford
a proper wedding. They had to marry Yu Fen off first, using the dowry to pay for her brother's wedding.

Unfortunately, her husband died shortly after she married into the family, leaving her to do all the housework alone. Thankfully, after she married Du Ming
, he stopped making her do these chores. He hired people to cultivate the crops and even wanted to plant medicinal herbs on her land so she could
gather them occasionally for exercise. However, she was strong-willed and didn't want this arrangement, so the matter remained unresolved.

Du Ming sat in front of the study in the room where Yu Fen slept, slowly reading. He read a wide variety of books because
he often regretted not finishing elementary school, making him extremely thirsty for knowledge, learning whatever he could get his hands on. In fact,
if he had gone to school, he probably wouldn't have been so eager for knowledge, nor would he have the level of learning he has now.

Du Ming, tired from reading, paused to think. While his sister and Yu Fen together were pleasing to the eye, there were still many
disadvantages . At the very least, he couldn't be as unrestrained as before.

Before, when Yu Fen was alone, Du Ming was unrestrained. He would touch her breasts whenever his hands itched, and
when he wanted to do *that*, he would immediately pick her up and fuck her, no matter the time or what she was doing.
Sometimes even in the yard, he would press her against the wall and thrust into her, then carry her to the kang (heated brick bed) until she couldn't take it anymore.
Such days couldn't continue after Du Yue started coming often. He was always afraid she would suddenly barge in. Du Ming
didn't care , but Yu Fen did, which made him quite unhappy, so he had to develop relationships outside the home.

Thinking about Gui Hua coming over that afternoon for him to "inspect" carefully,
he felt a surge of desire. He was fascinated by Gui Hua's small, round vulva.

After lunch, Du Yue said she would stay there that afternoon, go to the oil mill with Yu Fen to see when it would be her
turn , and then visit Xiu Zhen's house. Du Ming was overjoyed and readily agreed, even encouraging him
to visit more people. He then rushed home.

Once home, he first stoked the fire in the stove. His initial impatience suddenly subsided
,

and his desire lessened. He realized he'd had very few opportunities to release his pent-up desire these past two days, which had frequently been aroused, yet he'd had to suppress it
, causing him great discomfort.

He usually saw doctors in the morning and evening; there were few people at noon unless it was an emergency.

While he was reading, Guihua arrived.

Guihua was dressed beautifully today, wearing a large, light red sweater that covered her hips, and tight blue leggings
. Every gesture she made exuded a seductive charm.

Du Ming sat in the main room, watching her sway her hips as she entered. She turned, closed the door, and
gracefully walked in.

Du Ming didn't speak, but simply scrutinized her from head to toe, taking in every detail.

Guihua walked up to him, looking at him charmingly, and said, "Du Ming, I'm here."

Du Ming smiled gently and extended his hand as if to embrace her.

Guihua smiled but didn't go over; instead, she walked to the chair in front of him and sat down gracefully.

Du Ming lowered his hand and laughed, "Why haven't I seen you these past few days? What have you been up to?"

Guihua smoothed a stray lock of hair and said, "Busy preparing peanuts. I'm all alone, and
I'm exhausted."

Du Ming chuckled, "I've missed you, but I haven't seen you. By the way, are you done?"

"Yes, I'm done. Luckily, my mother-in-law came to help; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able
to finish ."

"Your in-laws are very good to you, aren't they? Is it because you helped their son reform, and they're
grateful to you?"

Guihua chuckled and said, "Maybe, they're good people."

Du Ming snorted and said, "You only think they're good people because you've seen what they looked like when they were young.
If you saw them, you'd know what 'like father, like son' means."

Guihua asked curiously, "Hmm? What? Was my father-in-law like Sun Zhiqiang when he was young?"

Du Ming sneered and said, "Go home and ask your mother-in-law. When I was little, I even
beat up your father-in-law."

Guihua laughed so hard she almost fell over, and said incredulously, "You beat up my father-in-law? How old were you then?"

"Fifteen!"

Guihua was even more incredulous, saying, "Fifteen? How old is my father-in-law? Hmm, in his thirties, in his prime. He
can't beat you?"

Du Ming said smugly, "What do you think? Go ask Sun Zhiqiang why he
doesn't dare .

" Guihua nodded, saying, "I asked him too. He just kept saying you're very powerful, and no one dares to mess with you. I thought
it was because of your good medical skills!"

Du Ming sighed, saying, "Back then, my parents died, leaving only my sister and me. I was only
ten years old ."

Guihua looked at him intently, saying, "So young? " "How did you manage to live?"

Du Ming shook his head and said, "I really don't know how we got through those days. My sister was
only eleven years old then, and she couldn't do anything. Luckily, the villagers helped us grow crops, so we didn't
starve . But some people took advantage of us because we were orphans. As a result, I fought a lot of battles, until they
were too afraid to see me again. I broke Sun Zhiqiang's arm, and Li Erzi, Li Ming, and the rest of them—I
beat them all up. They all had broken arms; it was all because of me."

Guihua looked at him in surprise and clicked her tongue.

Du Ming chuckled and waved his arm, saying, "Don't believe me? Go home and ask around. Back in the day,
I was invincible, known as Invincible Little Du."

Guihua laughed even harder, covering her mouth, her body trembling.

Du Ming waited until she had finished laughing before saying, "You thought I was joking? Humph, ask around later, and you'll
know my past. Come here, sit on my lap!"

Guihua laughed twice more, saying, "Why? I'm not coming."

Du Ming chuckled, "If you don't come, how can I examine you? How can I check your body?"

Guihua's fair face flushed, and she lowered her head silently.

Du Ming stood up, walked to her, picked her up, and sat down, letting her plump, firm buttocks
sit on his lap.

Guihua was too shy to speak, only lowering her head, letting him do as he pleased.

Du Ming gently lifted her face, smiling, "My beauty, where does it hurt?"

Guihua turned her face away and hummed in response.

Du Ming reached his right hand to her chest, slipping it inside to gently caress her soft, full breasts, kneading them
carefully as if kneading dough.

His large, hot hand seemed to carry an electric current, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body from where he touched it,
making him feel incredibly soft and yielding, as if his bones had been removed, leaving him limp and weak.

Du Ming gently pinched her hard nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, making her let out
a soft moan, a sound that was both painful and pleasurable.

"Guihua, your breasts have gotten bigger again," Du Ming said with a smile, squeezing her nipple harder.

Guihua, already somewhat drowsy from his touch, gave a soft "hmm" in response.

Seeing that she was aroused, Du Ming picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

The room was warm, the stove burning brightly.

He gently placed Guihua on the kang (heated brick bed) and then turned the stove up even brighter.

Guihua lay on her side on the kang (a heated brick bed), watching Du Ming bend down to fix the stove, her clear eyes becoming hazy and dreamy.

After fixing the stove, Du Ming climbed onto the kang, embraced Guihua's soft body, and pressed down on her.

His large mouth covered her small, bright red cherry lips, sucking them gradually, a gesture Du Ming loved to make
; kissing a woman's lips was a way of showing he had captured her heart.

He only stopped when Guihua's cherry lips were slightly swollen from his sucking, skillfully untying her belt,
his large hand reaching inside to touch her vulva. Seeing it was already wet and juicy, he quickly pulled down his pants.
Guihua, somewhat tacitly understanding his habits, hurriedly pulled down her own pants,
revealing her white thighs and thick pubic hair to Du Ming. He aimed his rock-hard penis and thrust it in hard.

This first thrust was the most stimulating for Guihua; she had often been brought to a climax by this thrust before, and she was immediately
powerless to resist, screaming loudly.

"Ugh—" she groaned involuntarily, feeling as if she had been pierced, her heart tingling with pleasure.

He didn't care about the depth or lightness of his thrusts; each one was a deep, forceful penetration, reaching the very bottom. Guihua
breathed , occasionally letting out an uncontrollable moan to relieve the intense, almost unbearable pleasure she felt.

Soon, she couldn't hold on any longer, screaming ecstatically before collapsing, her body flushed pink and trembling
occasionally .

Du Ming's lower body, stimulated by the gushing heat and the contractions, grew even harder. He endured for a moment
before starting another round of thrusting.

Fortunately, no one came to see the doctor that afternoon, allowing Du Ming to finally release his pent-up desires. Afterwards, he held
the now-weak Guihua and lay there for the entire afternoon. Only when evening approached, fearing Du Yue's return, did he reluctantly
separate .

Guihua left radiantly, and Du Ming also felt refreshed. Guihua was alluring to the bone and had great stamina; no wonder
Sun Zhiqiang couldn't handle her. A woman like that was truly impossible for most men to tame, and once tamed, she would be devoted to you
wholeheartedly . Thinking of this, Du Ming felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He went to Yu Fen's house for dinner again. Du Yue and Yu Fen had already prepared the meal and were waiting for him.

During the meal, Du Ming rarely spoke, mostly savoring the food with obvious enjoyment
.

While eating, Du Yue suddenly asked, "Du Ming, why do you look so good today?"

Du Ming was taken aback, and somewhat guiltily touched his face, saying, "Really? Maybe it's because I took a nap this afternoon."

Yu Fen was also looking at him. She knew Du Ming very well; she could detect every subtle expression. Seeing Du
Ming's subconscious reaction, she leaned closer and sniffed.

Du Ming knew immediately that he was in trouble. Yu Fen's nose was incredibly sensitive, almost frighteningly so; he was sure her sense of
his perfume wouldn't escape her notice.

Sure enough, she glared at him, then at Du Yue, without saying a word.

Seeing her gaze, Du Ming knew she was angry, but he held back his outburst out of consideration for Du Yue.

Du Yue was an extremely intelligent woman, well aware of her brother's capabilities. Judging from his expression when he
entered the room , she roughly guessed what he had done, and deliberately mentioned it to let Yu Fen find out,
hoping to keep him in check. Deep down, she hated his affairs with other women, but he ignored her words, and she couldn't do anything about it, so she had to
rely on Yu Fen to manage him. Yu Fen, in truth, was also helpless. She couldn't satisfy Du Ming, so she could only turn a blind eye

to his other women. As long as his heart was with her, she let him be. Fortunately, he was understanding, never mentioning other women in front of her, and even pretending to be a saint— a very convincing one. So she indulged his good intentions, pretending not to know anything about it. That 　　night, Du Ming stayed overnight at Yu Fen's house, while Du Yue went home without a second thought. 　　The night wasn't as bad as Du Yue had imagined; in fact, it was quite cozy. Yu Fen was only angry for a short while , but Du Ming coaxed her and she was fine, sleeping soundly in his arms. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Five 　　　　　　　　　　Author: Chansonlang 　　Dongmei These past two days, Dongmei had been in a bad mood, finding fault with everything. Her husband spent all his time playing mahjong and rarely came home. She had argued with him about it, but it only made him worse. He usually slept at home tonight...

After their argument, Jue stopped coming home and spent all his time outside, working at the oil mill without a word. Even
when the year-end cleaning was approaching, he wouldn't help. Dongmei was furious, thinking, "
What's the use of this man? He's a complete coward, a wimp,
always shrinking back in the face of trouble. He has no manly spirit whatsoever, and he's incredibly lazy. The only good thing about him is that he earns some money to bring home, which I forced him to do.
I can't live with a man like that."

Then she thought of Du Ming, "That's a real man. He has talent and manly spirit. Although he's
a bit she had been blind to his true nature.

Dongmei was very beautiful; the line of young men wanting to marry her stretched from one end of the village to the other. But she was picky,
finding fault with everyone. Du Ming had taken a liking to her and asked someone to act as matchmaker. Dongmei
sighed inwardly, thinking back to how blind she had been. Her parents disliked him because he was poor, orphaned,
and short. They even laughed and told others that the "second-class disabled man" was a toad
trying to eat swan meat. Looking back, she realized she had gone too far. Who told her to be so naive and completely offend him?
She sighed again.

Every time Dongmei's parents mentioned this, they regretted it deeply, blaming themselves for being so blind to their daughter's insistence on
not agreeing to Du Ming's marriage proposal. Now, everyone in the village and town wanted to marry their daughter to him,
but he didn't even want any of them, instead falling for that widow Zhang from the village. It was infuriating!

Seeing Du Ming now filled her with bitterness. This man should have been hers, yet she watched him slip away
, marrying such a good-for-nothing—greedy, lazy, and a gambler. She couldn't bear this life. If
she had married Du Ming now, what a happy life she would have lived! Unfortunately, there's
no going back. If only she had known! She could only blame herself for being blind, for choosing such a man after so many choices.

Every time she thought about this, she felt terrible and would inexplicably lash out. Her husband, Sun Aiguo, was a
henpecked husband. In Chunshui Village, being afraid of one's wife was a tradition, especially if the wife was beautiful; she could easily tame
her husband. Besides, most of the new brides in Chunshui Village were quite attractive, perhaps due to the water in the area
.

The water here is soft, sweet, and pure. The surrounding towering mountains constantly pour water into
the . At the east end of the village, there's a fountain that continuously gushes out water, emitting steam in winter
—a beautiful sight. Most villagers drink the water from this spring, which contributes to their good skin. Du Ming
once considered using the water for other purposes—selling mineral water or making wine and medicine—all potentially lucrative ventures. Unfortunately,
these plans were thwarted by the poor transportation; only one incredibly steep road connects the village to the outside world. This road is manageable for
a .
This results in the village being relatively close to the city, yet very isolated, almost like two separate societies.

Du Ming often jokingly calls this place a paradise, but unfortunately, because there are so many such paradises in the county,
the county has become a backward area. The county seat is relatively prosperous, showing some signs of urban development, while
other areas, like Chunshui Village, remain impoverished mountainous regions.

Dongmei wiped down all the furniture and washed the rags with hot water. Then she lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), feeling
down and unable to concentrate on anything.

It was a bit cold today, but thankfully she had delivered the peanuts to the oil mill yesterday; otherwise, she would
have suffered terribly . Lying on the kang, she watched her clothes fluttering in the cold wind outside the window, listening to the howling wind, and
felt secretly relieved.

She got off the kang and vigorously poked the stove to get the fire going. The fire roared and
burned brightly in the wind.

She spread out the quilt, took out a ball of yarn from the bedside table, and began to knit. Once she started working, her
mind became empty; she thought of nothing, and all her worries disappeared.

As she was knitting, she suddenly heard a loud clang as the door was pushed open. Dongmei rushed to the window to look out. It
had been extremely cold the night before, and the windowpanes were covered in frost, obscuring her view. She quickly breathed on them to warm them. The person had already reached
the center of the courtyard. Upon seeing him, she was both delighted and startled. Why was he here?!

It was Du Ming.

He had slept at Yufen's house the previous night. He had only slept with Yufen once, and seeing she was tired from the day,
he had let her sleep. This morning, however, he was consumed by lust, exhausting Yufen until she had no strength left. He himself was still
unsatisfied and had to restrain himself, letting her sleep a little longer before leaving.

But the lust within him hadn't subsided. Standing at Yufen's door, he thought for a moment and then remembered Dongmei,
so came over.

He utterly despised Dongmei's husband, Sun Aiguo, considering him a complete waste of food
. Therefore, he felt no shame or guilt about having an affair with Dongmei, and barged
in .

Dongmei busied herself tidying her hair on the kang (a heated brick bed), looked at her reflection in the window, tugged at the hem of her clothes,
and straightened her cotton-padded coat. Just then, Du Ming walked in.

"What brings you here?!" Dongmei asked as soon as he entered, sitting on the kang.

Du Ming rubbed his hands together, stretched them out by the stove, smiled, and said, "What, can't I even visit your house
?"

Dongmei lowered her head and continued weaving, saying, "Visiting is fine, but doing anything else is out of the question."

Du Ming chuckled, "Oh, doing anything else? What kind of anything else?"

Dongmei blushed slightly, not daring to look up, and gave a soft snort.

Du Ming walked to the kang (a heated brick bed), took off his shoes, climbed onto the kang, sat opposite her, stretched his feet under the covers, and laughed,
"Warm your feet, it's so cold outside. This winter hasn't been colder than today."

Dongmei cried out, her face flushed red, her snow-white face as if covered with a layer of red silk.
She glared at him fiercely with her big eyes and said, "Don't stretch your feet out like that."

Du Ming chuckled twice and lay down. Looking at the paper-cut window decorations, he asked, "Where's your husband?
It's so cold, and he's not at home sleeping with his wife. What a fool!"

Mentioning Sun Aiguo made Dongmei angry. Her face darkened, and she said angrily, "Him? All he
thinks about is playing mahjong all day long. He doesn't care about anything else."

Du Ming clicked his tongue twice and chuckled, "Having such a beauty at home, yet always running off to other places, it's truly
incomprehensible ."

Dongmei tightened her grip on the lace in her hands, taking a couple of deep breaths, "Don't mention him! Just thinking about him makes me angry!
What brings you to my house today?"

Du Ming sat up and smiled, "I missed you, you haven't come to my house in so many days, so I came to see you."

Dongmei gave him a coquettish glare, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Du Ming didn't say anything more, just stared at her.

Dongmei was very tall, with extremely long legs and small breasts; if she went out, she could probably be
a model. Her figure was in no way inferior to the models on TV. Her straight nose, slightly full lips, and
bright eyes combined to create an indescribable charm that was very attractive to Du Ming. He had wanted to marry her before
, but unfortunately, he hadn't been able to. Fortunately, he had finally gotten her, fulfilling his wish.

After watching for a while, his desire began to rise, and he couldn't resist the urge to hold her in his arms and caress her.

"Dongmei, what kind of lace are you knitting? Let me see," Du Ming suddenly said, reaching out to her.

Dongmei felt weak under his gaze, as if his eyes held a melting heat that
made her feel hot all over and her limbs go limp. Knitting lace was already a bit difficult, and she often made mistakes. Hearing Du Ming's words,
she didn't know what he wanted to do, so she handed him the lace.

Du Ming took the lace and also picked up the yarn.

Seeing him take the yarn, Dongmei smiled and said, "What, you can knit too?"

Du Ming chuckled, put the lace aside, pulled her close, and hugged her, laughing
, "Let me check you over, see if you have any illnesses."

Dongmei struggled, bracing herself on her arms, and cried out, "No—, no, someone will come—, Du Ming—
"

Du Ming didn't dare to use too much force; he was too strong, and even a little force might hurt her. He gently
embraced her waist, holding her tightly against his body, and chuckled, "Don't worry, I've locked the door. No
one can come in."

Dongmei felt slightly relieved. To be honest, her desire had been growing stronger these past few days, while her
husband was never home. When he did come home, he would just eat a meal, lie on the kang (heated brick bed) and sleep
like a dead man, then leave again as soon as he woke up. He was utterly useless. Before she met Du Ming, things were better, but after experiencing that blissful
, intoxicating pleasure with him, she couldn't extricate herself. Her own husband was simply inadequate; he never
felt the same way with Du Ming, which fueled her dissatisfaction with him. Meeting Du Ming, she knew something was about to happen. Although
she said no, her heart was already completely willing.

Du Ming cupped her face in his hands, his large mouth capturing her small mouth, gently sucking on her slightly thick lips.
His tongue was also restless, occasionally darting out to lick her white teeth, waiting for an opportunity to penetrate.

The man's scent made Dongmei weak all over, as if her bones had been removed, leaving her powerless. She let Du
Ming's large hands caress and knead her body.

Her mouth quickly opened, welcoming Du Ming's tongue in, letting it swirl and lick. Her head
was already slightly dizzy; she only knew to gasp for breath, as if she would die otherwise.
Muffled moans escaped from her straight, beautiful nose, relieving the tingling sensation from Du Ming's hands. His hands were like
an iron, heating her body wherever they touched, quickly spreading throughout her entire being. She wished she could strip naked
and run outside into the cold wind to cool off.

Du Ming held her tightly, making her sit on his lap, her buttocks pressed against his pubic bone, her vulva against his penis
through his pants, further fueling his lust.

Normally, Du Ming wasn't as tall as Dong Mei when standing, but when seated, they were about the same height. He held her
back she was boneless and couldn't sit still. With his other hand, he unbuttoned her clothes and began to remove them.
The last garment he pulled off was a round-neck pullover sweater, revealing her two exquisitely beautiful, jade
-like breasts.

Du Ming's mouth traveled down her neck to her breasts, one cupped in his hand,
the other sucked on.

"Ah—, no, ah—" Dong Mei's body arched forward forcefully. The tingling sensation from her breasts
felt like electric currents shooting into the back of her head, causing her to thrust forward repeatedly, chasing Du Ming's hands and
mouth with her breasts.

Du Ming was reaching his limit; his penis was throbbing intensely, and he was burning with desire if he didn't release it
.

He pushed her down, quickly pulled down her pants, hoisted her two round, slender legs onto
his shoulders, touched her already muddy vulva, and forcefully thrust in, a soft "whoosh" as he shoved it
in .

"Oh—, so full—" Dongmei lay on the quilt, letting out a long sigh and moan.

"Hehe, you little slut, are you enjoying this? I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" Du Ming forcefully pressed her
thighs , making her legs almost touch her chest, her small buttocks being lifted and
trembling in the air as he thrust into her again and again.

"Mmm, fuck me, fuck me to death, I'm a slut—ah, ah, ah—" She was quickly
brought to a state of ecstasy by Du Ming's thrusts, swaying her head from side to side, twisting the quilt beneath her with both hands to
suppress the screams that were about to erupt from her heart.

Du Ming's stamina was astonishing; his hands were pressed against the kang (heated brick bed), his lower body thrusting rapidly, one after another, relentlessly.
The sounds of thrusting in and out, the slapping of her buttocks, mingled with her low moans. The howling
wind outside continued, blending with the sounds inside, creating an eerie silence.

"Ah—ah—no—no, slower—slower—I—I,
ah—" she screamed, trembling, her body tensing before going limp, her skin flushed a rosy pink,
making her snow-white body appear even more delicate and tender.

But Du Ming wasn't satisfied. He pressed his penis tightly against her clitoris, enjoying the tight
grip, squeezing, and kneading of her vagina during her orgasm, and the gushing hot fluid.

Once her vagina calmed down, he continued thrusting, bringing Dongmei to another orgasm in a few moments. This
repeated until she reached six or seven orgasms. She couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy. Only then did he release her, letting her use...
He used his mouth instead, until he was about to ejaculate, then began to penetrate her vagina, and the two reached orgasm together.

Du Ming was slightly sweaty, but Dong Mei was drenched in sweat, as if coated with oil,
her skin gleaming softly.

A large stain covered the blanket beneath them, mostly Dong Mei's sweat and vaginal fluid. She was now limp
and weak, struggling to throw off the blanket and crawl into bed. She patted the pillow beside her, gesturing for Du Ming to join her.

Du Ming also crawled into bed, pulling her into his arms, kissing her smooth forehead, and smiling, "Was it good?"

Dong Mei snuggled closer to him, pressing her breasts against his strong, muscular chest, feeling the man's strength and
warmth, and softly hummed in response.

Du Ming also felt refreshed. After each encounter, he always felt more energetic than before. He even
suspected his family's traditional qigong was the legendary Yin-Yang replenishment technique, but feeling it was too far-fetched, he abandoned
the idea.

Dongmei nestled in Du Ming's arms, her heart filled with warmth and peace.
How —safe, strong, this was a true man.

Du Ming's large hand gently stroked her smooth back, feeling the woman's delicacy and softness, and he softly said
, "The day after tomorrow is the Little New Year. Sigh, another year has passed. Time flies."

Dongmei snuggled closer to him, nodded gently, and said sweetly, "Year after year, it just goes on
like this . How do you and your sister celebrate the Little New Year?"

Du Ming looked at her and smiled, "You still care about that?"

Dongmei gently bit his nipple, gave a coquettish hum, and said, "No good deed goes unpunished." "I just wanted to check
on you, is that alright?"

Du Ming quickly replied, "Sure, sure, thank you for your concern. How are you and your family celebrating the Lunar New Year?"

Dongmei shook her head, sighed, and said, "We're just making do. He's not really in the mood anyway . Sigh,
sometimes I think, this life is unbearable."

Du Ming smiled, kissed her nose again, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you two have another fight?"

Dongmei hummed in agreement, sighed, shook her head, and said, "I'm not going to talk about it, just thinking about it makes me angry."

Du Ming brushed her slightly messy long hair behind her ear and laughed, "Be content. You're the boss at
home , like an empress. Yes, Sun Aiguo is a bit of a wimp, but he
's not bad in other ways. Nobody's perfect. Take me, for example, I have a ton of flaws. Compared to him, he's a much better
husband."

Dongmei smiled and said, "Don't try to comfort me. He can't compare to you. If he's even half as good as you, I
'll be content."

Du Ming chuckled and said, "Oh? Am I really that good?"

Dongmei's cheeks were still flushed, her spring fever still lingering. She rolled her eyes at him, exuding an indescribable charm. She
sighed again and said, "Nothing else matters, but he's not like a man at all. If he were a real
man , even if he hit me or scolded me, I would still be with him."

Du Ming hummed in agreement. Sun Aiguo was indeed a spineless coward. He was impotent and lacked any
manly spirit. He was like an old woman, good-looking but ultimately useless.

He laughed, "Then I'll help him out and come over to comfort you more often."

Dongmei lightly slapped his arm, snorted, and said, "You've cheated on him, and he knows it,
but he doesn't dare do anything to you, not even a fart. What's
the use of a man like that who can't even keep his wife?!"

Du Ming gently patted her back and said softly, "Alright, alright, don't be angry. He can still
earn money for you to spend, otherwise, you'd be starving. Besides, he works outside all day and only
comes home a few days a year. You still have to take good care of him, right?" "Can you even afford to marry someone?"

Dongmei, soothed by his words, nodded and smiled, "That's true. It's still
better than being a widow without a man. I should be content."

Du Ming smiled and kissed her warm forehead again, saying, "That's right. It's good to be content; that's how you
live a happier life. Alright, I have to go now. I need to go home and see my sister. If she finds out I came here,
she'll definitely give me a scolding."

Dongmei quickly stretched out her snow-white arms and hugged him tightly, not wanting him to leave. Only when she nestled in his arms could she feel
like a woman, and know the happiness of being a woman.

Du Ming pulled her into a tight embrace, laughing, "Okay, okay, I won't leave yet. You go to sleep, and
I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Dongmei, exhausted from his ministrations, felt somewhat relieved upon hearing his words. She said sweetly, "Then
lock the door for me. You've worn me out, I'm going to sleep. Hmm, hold me tighter—"

Du Ming did as she asked, pulling her close until they were pressed together. Her beautiful breasts were squeezed between them,
transforming from jade bowls to jade saucers, the softness incredibly soothing to Du Ming.

Her gentle breaths seemed to carry a fragrance; this was true beauty.

In his arms, Dongmei quickly fell asleep. Du Ming gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, her long eyelashes
trembling slightly, her straight nose opening and closing gently, her full lips slightly parted—every part of her was beautiful.

He quietly released her, put on his clothes, got off the kang (heated brick bed), leaned down and gently kissed her slightly parted lips, then left
.

As soon as Du Ming stepped out, Dongmei opened her eyes, wide awake. She sighed softly, lost in thought
, and after a while, got up, dressed, tidied the house, and lay down again.

Du Ming went out, braving the cold wind, tightened his coat, and headed home.

He trotted into the yard, and Dahei, oblivious to the biting wind, rushed out of the house to greet him. He affectionately
patted its neck, and they went inside together.

Dahei was a West German Shepherd with glossy black fur and a diamond-shaped white patch between its eyes.
It was very beautiful and extremely intelligent. Du Yue loved it dearly, often playing with it, bathing it, and
the sofa in the living room became its seat, where it would often jump up and sit next to Du Yue, snuggling close to her.

Du Yue was reading by the stove when she saw Du Ming come in. She put down her book and laughed, "Didn't Yu Fen kick you
out last night?"

Du Ming threw himself heavily onto the sofa, hugged Da Hei, and ruffled its black fur. He laughed, "
Sister, are you afraid your little brother will have a peaceful time?"

Du Yue giggled and said, "I just can't stand you, you Ximen Qing!"

Du Ming smiled bitterly. Ximen Qing? Heh, did he really resemble Ximen Qing?

"Sister, have you cooked? I haven't eaten yet!" He rubbed his stomach and
asked .

Du Yue snorted and turned her head away, her eyes fixed on her book.

Du Ming got up and walked over, plopped down next to her, put his arm around her slender waist, and
said with a grin, "Good sister, cook me something."

Du Yue stretched out her delicate hand and slapped Du Ming's large hand around her waist, scolding,
"Didn't you eat at Yu Fen's house?"

"Yeah, she wasn't feeling well, so I told her not to get off the bed and to rest."

"Hmph, did you wear her out last night?" Du Yue's face flushed slightly, like two rosy clouds shining
through .

Du Ming released his hand from Du Yue's waist, scratched his head, chuckled twice, and silently admitted it.

Du Yue glared at him, put down her book, and stood up, saying, "I haven't eaten yet either. I was just about to
cook something on the stove. What would you like to eat?"

"Dumplings!"

"Dream on! Making dumplings at this hour would make it lunch."

"Hmm—, then noodles, egg noodles."

"That's more like it. Hmm, you used up a lot of energy last night, your appetite must have increased quite a bit, how many bowls of noodles?"

"Sister—, please spare me!" Du Ming cupped his hands, begging for mercy.

Du Yue giggled twice and said, "Alright, two bowls of noodles should be enough, right? Oh—, maybe I'll have to eat
three bowls today?"

"Sister—!" Du Ming called out, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

Du Yue giggled and ran out.

Du Ming shook his head with a smile. This older sister could be quite mischievous sometimes, liking to tease him, often
leaving him speechless.

He went back to his room and got a medical book, an old-fashioned edition of the *Nan Jing* (Classic of Difficult Issues), the book somewhat worn, clearly having been read countless
times.

He was clear-headed and calm at this moment, a perfect time for studying. His mind
was exceptionally clear and sharp after each task, and during this period, his efficiency was remarkably high, no matter what he did. He made full use of this time for studying, and this state of clarity could last for half a day to two days. He thought it was probably due to
the yin energy neutralizing the excessive yang energy in his body . 　　Seeing him reading medical books, Du Yue didn't disturb him further. She quietly placed the rice cooker on the stove, poked the fire, and turned to go to the kitchen to cook. She was still wearing her favorite apricot-yellow wide-sleeved batwing shirt, which perfectly showcased her beautiful figure— her firm breasts, round and pert buttocks, curvaceous and extremely alluring. 　　It was difficult to fully concentrate on a book he had already read several times. However, the book was profound and complex; each reading brought new insights, and the deeper he went, the more profound it seemed. But his mind would occasionally drift away from the book, maintaining an detached perspective, glancing occasionally towards the kitchen. 　　Just then, the wind outside gradually subsided, and some sunlight shone through, illuminating the well in the yard. Their well was a hand pump well; to draw water, one had to pump it repeatedly. The well was bound with cotton cloth to prevent it from freezing overnight By wrapping it in cloth, they could simply pour hot water over it and it would be usable. 　　Not long after Du Yue went into the kitchen, the clanging and banging of spatulas and woks filled the air, and an enticing aroma wafted into Du Ming's nose. He sniffed. Hmm? It smelled like cucumber and scrambled eggs. Where did the cucumber come from? 　　Sure enough, soon Du Yue returned carrying a steaming plate of cucumber and scrambled eggs. The tender yellow eggs and vibrant green cucumber looked so appetizing. 　　"Sister, where did the cucumber come from?" Du Ming asked casually, staring at the dish. 　　Du Yue placed a stool next to the stove and put the dish on it to keep it warm. 　　As she straightened the stool, she answered, "Li Xueli from Lizhuang came over yesterday, saying he wanted to thank you for helping cure his father's illness. He brought some cucumbers, insisting I accept them. I couldn't refuse his kindness kept them." 　　Du Ming nodded, picked up a piece of cucumber, and put it in his mouth, laughing, "He's quite a filial son. His family has made a lot of money growing vegetables in greenhouses these past two years, hasn't they?" 　　Du Yue swiftly slapped his still-oily hands, scolding, "Wash your hands! You're a doctor now, do I have to remind you?!" 　　"My hands aren't dirty, look." He held out his hands to Du Yue. 　　Du Yue pushed his large hands away with her small hands, saying, "Even if they're not dirty, you still have to wash them. Washing your hands before meals is a habit! Go wash them quickly !" She pushed him out. 　　Du Ming was slowly pushed out by her, scooped a spoonful of cold water from the well trough, poured it into a basin, wet his hands, and walked back. 　　Du Yue pushed him to the sink and went to the kitchen to get noodles and eggs. When she came out, Du Ming had already gone back inside. She shook her head; this younger brother was just hopeless. 　　She was a master cook; she was naturally intelligent and had been cooking for over ten years, so she handled it with ease. She quickly finished cooking, and Du Ming ate his fill, thoroughly satisfied. 　　After the meal, Du Yue cleaned up the dishes and, knowing Du Ming needed to focus on his studies, went to Yu Fen's house. 　　Du Ming lay on the rather expensive sofa, read for a while, and glanced at the clock on the north wall. It was almost noon; time flew by. There were very few patients these past few days, making it seem a bit quiet, but he still greatly enjoyed these days. 　　Just as he was enjoying his leisure, feeling content, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside. Judging from the sound, there were four or five people. Du Ming listened intently and made a judgment. 　　Before the man even entered, a voice rang out: "Brother Du! Brother Du!" 　　Du Ming recognized Gao Tian's voice immediately; it was extremely loud, almost booming. 　　He barely managed to answer before the door was flung open. Gao Tian was carrying someone on his back, followed by the Zhang brothers, Fang and Yuan. Helping Gao Tian support the man on his back was Sun Qing, his face covered in blood. 　　All three had bruises and welts on their faces. They were in a panic, Gao Tian frantically calling for Brother Du, his face anxious and his voice hoarse. 　　Du Ming calmly walked out, stood in the doorway, and looked at them calmly. He called out, "What's the panic! Tell me, what happened?" 　　Gao Tian hurriedly said, "Brother Du, please take a look, Sun Qing—"

Du Ming waved his hand and pointed to the examination room: "Put him on the bed inside."

The three men rushed in and gently laid the blood-covered Sun Qing down on the large bed.

Du Ming placed his right hand on Sun Qing's wrist, closed his eyes, and after a short while, opened them and said, "
It's nothing serious, just some superficial injuries, but his right hand is fractured and will need some rest."

Gao Tian and the other two stared at him intently, and upon hearing this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Gao Tian patted his chest and said, "Thank goodness! If anything had happened to Sun Qing, I would have fought
them to the death!"

While skillfully wiping away the blood and bandaging Sun Qing, Du Ming asked, "Who did you fight with this time?"

Gao Tian slapped his thigh hard and said angrily, "It was those bastards from Lizhuang again!
Damn it , those guys are really despicable and shameless!"

"What, did you get the short end of the stick?" Du Ming asked with a smile, glancing at him sideways.

Zhang Yuan chimed in, "Brother Du, you don't know, those bastards, Er Lengzi and his gang, are scoundrels. We
tried to lure them out, but they surrounded us first. Seven or eight of them beat the four of us,
hehe. But we brothers aren't cowards either, they all got hurt too." His left eye was swollen like a panda's,
and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that didn't dampen his spirits.

Zhang Fang remained silent, but his injuries were similar to his brother's. Gao Tian was in the worst shape;
his clothes were torn, revealing patches of cotton, and his face was covered in bruises, almost completely blue.

"Ah!" Sun Qing, lying on the bed, cried out.

"Alright, don't move!" Du Ming grabbed his arm tightly; he had just been setting Sun Qing's bones.

Du Ming bandaged Sun Qing's arm with a wooden board, saying, "It's not just you guys who wanted to strike first; that simpleton knows what's good for him too
. You've really messed up this time; he doesn't know what he'll tell others."

Gao Tian angrily punched the bed, hissing as he gasped for breath and shook his hand vigorously. It seemed
his punch had been quite forceful; hitting someone always hurts yourself.

After bandaging Sun Qing, Du Ming gave each of them a bottle of medicine to apply at home.

The four left, thanking him profusely.

Watching them walk away, Du Ming felt a surge of excitement. It had been years since he'd had a fight; sigh, he
really missed it.

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