Tiger's Dream

Haitang was awakened by the cold. She barely moved when a sharp, throbbing pain shot through the back of her head. Holding her head, she sat up painfully, rubbing the back of her head, only to realize she wasn't in her familiar room. The cold floor seeped through her clothes, sending a chill down her spine. It was pitch black all around, with moonlight streaming in through a small window, revealing only a haphazardly piled-up patch of dry grass and firewood. "Cuiping, Cuiping!" she called out urgently, but there was no response. Fear gripped her. Ignoring the pain, Haitang scrambled to her feet and rushed to the small window opening, frantically pounding on it and desperately shouting, "Help! Someone! Is anyone there? Help! Is anyone there?" Her hands were numb with pain, and her throat was parched, but there was no sound. Haitang gasped for breath; she had no idea what was happening. She remembered going to see her child. Yes, she had just turned the corner when she suddenly fainted. It felt like someone had attacked her. Who was it? What did they want? Where was she? Ah! Her child, would something have happened to her child? Haitang panicked. She tried to stand on tiptoe to get closer to the window, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it. She looked back into the room. The small room was empty except for some firewood and hay. Seeing the firewood, Haitang rushed over. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and she frantically searched, hoping to find some wood to use to knock on the walls. Since it was made of wood, the sound would be louder. However, after searching for a long time, she only found thin twigs. She couldn't find anything useful. Haitang was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, still unwilling to give up.
A "crash" sound came from outside, as if the lock on the door had been opened. Haitang was startled, her whole body tensed up, and she immediately turned around and stared intently, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her mouth. The door creaked open, and one person helped another in. Because of the backlighting, Haitang couldn't see their faces clearly, but from their figures, they were two women.
"Awake?" A cold voice came from inside. Haitang immediately felt her hair stand on end.
"Grandma, grandma!"
"Hmph, who's your grandma? I can't accept that title! I, Madam Zhang, have to make room for you, and I dare accept your calling me grandma?" The woman beside her turned and moved a stool from the doorway into the room. She then helped Madam Zhang sit down before taking out a tinderbox, lighting the candle she had brought, and then retreating behind Madam Zhang.
The light dispelled some of Haitang's fear. She didn't dare say anything, just stood timidly to the side, hoping that Cuiping would know she was missing and send people to search for her.
"Hmph!" Madam Zhang snorted coldly again. "Shameless thing! If you have a whore mother, your daughter will naturally be a whore too!" "Madam,
if you want to hit or scold, just do it to me. Why target my mother? Although my mother came from a brothel, she sold her art, not her body! When she married my father, she was completely innocent." Hearing her mother being insulted, Haitang felt indignant and retorted without thinking.
"Heh, I've really seen a different side of you these past few days. What? After staying at the estate for a few days, you've developed quite the air of a mistress?" Haitang was startled. She didn't know what this meant. She had been staying at the villa for almost a year and knew nothing about what was happening outside. Although the man had promised her an explanation, she didn't know what it actually meant. Was Madam Zhang saying this because the man wanted her to marry into the family, which she refused, and she wanted to punish her in private?
Seeing Haitang lower her head and remain silent, Madam Zhang became even angrier. Seeing this, the mother stepped forward and slapped Haitang across the face, then kicked her in the shin. Haitang's legs buckled, and she fell to her knees with a thud.
"When the madam reprimands you, you, as her daughter-in-law, should kneel and listen attentively." After saying this, she stepped aside expressionlessly.
"Mother, that's not right of you. She is the young mistress of the Zhang family, your mistress!" Madam Zhang said sarcastically, looking at Haitang, who was lying on the ground with some disgust. "I thought you were a well-behaved person, but I was wrong. You and your whore mother were never welcome. If it weren't for the need to bring good fortune to Zu'er, and the fact that your horoscopes were a perfect match, do you think you, with your background, could have been carried in through the front door so openly? So many young ladies from prominent families coveted the position of Young Mistress of the Zhang family, and yet you, you wretched wretch, caused my son's death the moment you entered!"
Haitang knelt on the ground, clutching her aching calf, feeling intensely resentful as she listened to the woman's twisted lies. "Your son was originally supposed to..." "What does my death have to do with me? I don't care about the position of the young mistress of the Zhang family. I'd rather you hadn't brought me into your house!" "You!" Madam Zhang stood up abruptly in anger, slapping Haitang hard across the face. She then took out a silk handkerchief to wipe her hands before sitting down again. "Of course you don't care about the position of the young mistress! Shameless slut, do you think that by giving birth to a bastard child, you can take her place and become Madam Zhang?" Hearing her mention her child suddenly, Haitang was shocked. She covered her swollen face and stared intently at Madam Zhang, wishing she could devour her whole. "What? You think you seduced your father-in-law and had a child without my knowledge? Let me tell you, do you think you could have given birth without my permission? The child has already been sent back to the manor and is being raised in my room."
"No way! My child, no one can take him away! Don't try to fool me, he promised me, I don't believe you!" Haitang's face turned red with anxiety, and she tried to stand up, bracing herself against the ground.
"Heh," Madam Zhang chuckled coldly, a hint of pity in her eyes. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and looked down at Haitang. "Oh, so you've fallen for him? You really think he has feelings for you?
Hmph, I bet you're still hoping he'll come to save you? Well then, I'll show you some mercy today and let you die knowing why!" After
a
pause, Madam Zhang spoke again, "A poor boy and a rich girl, what connection do you think there could be? Ah, alas, it's true that there are rich girls who fall for poor boys in this world.
Do you think they'll end up together? Of course not, but they're already pregnant. What to do? They can only elope. But unfortunately, they're caught. The girl's body is already exhausted from the journey, and the man watched as blood gushed from his lover's lower body. Before she died, the girl only said one sentence to the man. Do you know what she said?" Madam Zhang looked at Haitang's pale face, smiled slightly, and said, "She said, 'If only I could give birth to the child and hear the child call me mother!' Unfortunately, fate was against it." "Human desires lead to the death of both mother and child. Later, this poor boy had his leg broken and was thrown into the river, but he miraculously survived. He later entered the general's mansion and rose to prominence. I don't need to say more; you probably already know who this poor boy is. You look about 80% like that young lady! Now, do you know why he took a fancy to you? It's all for your face, all for the sake of having a child with you! Do you really think the child will be raised by your side and call you 'Mother'? Even I, the legal wife, might not get to hear that 'Mother'!" "No, no, it's impossible! You're lying to me! You hate me, you blame me for your son's death, you just can't stand to see me doing well!" Haitang couldn't process what she heard, and could only cover her ears and shout loudly, curling her body into a ball on the ground.
"Hate? Of course I hate you, I wish I could skin you alive and eat you! Haha, I hate your shamelessness! If you had stayed quietly and protected my son, I certainly wouldn't have treated you badly, and I would have let you live a good life as your young mistress." Madam Zhang stood up and took a few steps, then spoke again slowly, "Since ancient times, which wealthy family hasn't had a few dirty deeds? This affair between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is nothing new! If it were someone else, they might have turned a blind eye. But I can't tolerate such a thing. You've seduced me, how can I let you get away with it!"
Haitang didn't care what she was saying anymore. She crawled on her knees to Madam Zhang, grabbing her skirt and saying, "Mother-in-law, no, no, Madam, please, give me the child. I'll take the child and leave, and never appear before you again.
Please, I've never seduced him, really, you believe me, believe me! I don't want anything, I just want the child, give him back, give him back!" After saying that, she sobbed and collapsed to the ground.
Madam Zhang stepped back in disgust. "You can't ask me for that. Don't try your seductive tricks on me, I won't fall for them. Why act all high and mighty now that you've become a whore! Let me tell you, he knows I brought you here, and he just said you're at my mercy! Heh, your fleeting affair is over! Tomorrow morning, I'll send you somewhere where you'll have endless pleasure, hmph!" With that, she winked at her mother, who went outside and returned with a bowl of medicine, trying to pour it into Haitang's mouth. Haitang, unaware of what it was, gritted her teeth and struggled, spilling most of the medicine.
Her mother, a ruthless woman, grabbed Haitang's hair and yanked it hard, kicking her while she was in pain, forcing the medicine down her throat.
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No matter how much Haitang struggled, her strong mother still sat on Haitang's chin, forcing the remaining half bowl of medicine into her mouth. She only released her grip after watching Haitang swallow, then stood up and tidied her disheveled hair and clothes. The two women coldly watched Haitang struggle to vomit, then blew out the candle and left the small house. "
What's wrong, Mother? You seem hesitant. Is there anything we can't say?" Before boarding the carriage, Madam Zhang turned to her mother, who had raised her.
"Miss, I was thinking about what you said earlier..."
"What I said? Ha! What, do you think I was lying to that little hussy?" Seeing her mother's confusion, Madam Zhang snorted coldly and helped her mother into the carriage.
"Of course not. I was thinking about what Miss said earlier. Could it be that Master really wants this child to be the son of that dead man? Now that we've brought this slut out, does Master really not want to pursue the matter?" "Mother, you've been with me for so many years since we married into this family. Don't you know Master? Apart from the one underground, these are just toys for his amusement. Do you really think he cares about them? Even if this Haitang looks somewhat like his sweetheart, humph, he's only doing it for the child. Now that the child is born, his wish is fulfilled. If I arrange a few more suitable women for him, how much will he remember this vixen? Besides, he still has my family to rely on. Even if he's willing, if I don't agree, he can't do anything about it. It's a shameful matter after all. Does he not care about his reputation? As long as he's sent to that brothel tomorrow morning and becomes a piece of trash ridden by thousands, humph, I don't believe it!" A strong hatred appeared on Madam Zhang's face, and even her originally dignified and elegant expression became ferocious. "Mother, quickly send that person to keep watch. We agreed on the fourth watch, don't let anything go wrong." Haitang lay on the cold ground, vomiting desperately, wishing she could stick her hand up her throat. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing came out. After bouts of coughing, Haitang felt all her strength drain away. Cold sweat soaked through her inner clothes, and in the cold of the night, it was even more bone-chilling. She lay there quietly, thinking that perhaps it would be better to just die like this. Why was she so foolish? He just said a few words, showed her a little kindness, and she gave him her heart. Now she realized that she was just a substitute, or perhaps not even a substitute, just a tool. Thinking that she was about to die, and that she had only seen her child a few times, Haitang was filled with despair, tears streaming down her face like a stream.
Suddenly, her throat became intensely itchy, and Haitang coughed repeatedly, but the more she coughed, the weaker she became, and the more her throat hurt, as if on fire. Haitang helplessly grabbed her throat and scratched desperately until it felt like it was on fire. Haitang wanted to scream in pain, but when she opened her mouth to shout, she suddenly realized she couldn't make a sound.
A new fear washed over her. Haitang immediately realized it must be the medicine she had been given earlier—was it poison to her throat, to render her speechless? What did Madam Zhang want? She carefully recalled Madam Zhang's words before she left and suddenly understood: Madam Zhang wanted to poison her and sell her into prostitution! How cruel! Thinking this, Haitang suddenly felt a surge of strength. Suppressing the discomfort in her throat, she immediately got up and ran to the door, pulling hard—oh no, the door was locked. Just then, Haitang thought she heard footsteps approaching. Cold sweat broke out on her back. She panicked, not knowing what to do. Calm down, calm down!
Haitang desperately tried to calm herself down. Her eyes immediately fell on the firewood piled up inside the house. Forget everything else, she rushed over, grabbed some of the branches and twigs, tied them into a small bundle with some dry grass, swung it around to make sure she had enough strength, and then returned to the door. Haitang tried her best to control her trembling; she bit her lip hard, gripped the firewood tightly in her hands, and waited for the door to open.
With a "clatter," the lock on the door opened, and a sleazy-looking person pushed the door open and walked in.
Haitang raised the bundle of firewood in her hand and struck him without thinking. "Ouch!" The person who came in was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Haitang dropped what she was holding and ran towards the door. She paused as she stepped out, instinctively turned around, pulled the door shut, and locked it with the lock. The person on the ground had regained consciousness and scrambled to their feet, ready to give chase. Seeing the door slam shut, they immediately tried to pull it shut again. "You bitch, don't run!" Haitang panicked, not caring whether the lock was secure, and turned to run.
After a few steps, she realized she was surrounded by a dark forest, unsure of which way to go. Hearing the man's shouts from inside, Haitang didn't care anymore and stumbled into the woods. She stumbled and fell countless times, her body and face covered in cuts from branches and bushes. Haitang dared not stop, always feeling the person behind her was about to catch up. She didn't know how far she had run or where she was, just kept going. Suddenly, she lost her footing, felt herself stumble, and fell to the ground.
When Haitang woke up, she found herself lying on a bed. Looking around, the small room contained nothing but the bed she was lying on. Looking down at herself, she saw her clothes were still on. Haitang didn't know where she was, and feeling a little scared, she threw back the covers and sat up. "Oh, you're awake? Don't get up yet, let me get you a bowl of water." Haitang heard the voice, looked up, and saw a woman of about 40 years old push open the door and come in. Seeing Haitang get out of bed, she immediately came over to help her, and after settling Haitang down, she turned and went out, then brought in a bowl of steaming soup. "Here, have some vegetable soup." Seeing Haitang staring at her, she smiled and said, "My husband's surname is Zhou, you can call me Aunt Zhou. My son went into the mountains to chop firewood this morning and found you lying in the woods, covered in injuries, unconscious, so he brought you back." Haitang felt relieved after hearing this and tried to thank her, but she couldn't make a sound. Then she realized that she couldn't speak, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Oh dear, don't cry. Here, drink the soup first. You must be very hungry by now, warm yourself up first. I'm cooking, it will be ready to eat in a little while. Here." Seeing the woman's warmth and concern, Haitang suddenly thought of her mother, and a wave of sadness washed over her, and she cried even harder.
Seeing this, Aunt Zhou quickly put down her soup bowl, sat down next to Haitang, and patted her back, saying, "Your clothes don't look like those of a poor family. A single woman collapsing in the woods late at night must have encountered some trouble. Don't be sad, stay at my house for now, and we'll see if you need to find relatives or something after your injuries heal, okay?" Haitang nodded gratefully, thankful that she was safe for the time being. "I see your clothes are worn out. I'll find some clothes for you to change into later. They're all old clothes, so please don't mind. Oh, by the way, how should I address you?" Haitang tried to speak, but couldn't make a sound. Seeing this, Aunt Zhou realized that Haitang might not be able to speak, looked at her with some pity, picked up the soup bowl next to her, and made Haitang drink it while it was hot before going to get her clothes. Just as she stepped outside, she saw her son return. She immediately went to help him dust off the ash. "Husheng, that girl has woken up, but it's a pity she's mute. It's quite pitiful. Let her stay here for now, until her injuries heal. In a little while, go and set up a bed in the side room, and let her stay in your room, okay?" Husheng nodded and went to work.
After changing her clothes, Haitang got out of bed. Thinking that since she was staying there, she should at least help out. She knew how to cook and do laundry, and although she had injuries, they were just minor cuts. It wasn't good for her to just lie there, so she went out. As soon as she stepped outside, she saw a shirtless man chopping wood in the yard. Not knowing what to do, Aunt Zhou came out. "Oh, you're up! Why didn't you lie down a little longer?" Seeing Haitang shake her head, she turned to her son and immediately said, "This is my son, Husheng. He just got back." Haitang knew he was the one who had saved her, so she stepped forward and bowed to express her gratitude. Husheng blushed immediately, and seeing her shirtless, he turned and went into a nearby house. "Hehe, don't take offense. My son isn't good with words, but he has a kind heart. How's your injury? We're a careless bunch, we don't have much medicine. A few wounds are just bandaged up. But since you're a young lady from a wealthy family, it might take longer to heal. You should rest more. I'll bring you food when it's time to eat." Haitang waved her hands quickly, using gestures to show she was alright, even though she couldn't speak. Seeing this, Aunt Zhou probably understood and smiled, saying, "It's good that you're alright. Don't force yourself if anything's wrong." Haitang took off her bracelet and tried to give it to Aunt Zhou, but Aunt Zhou quickly declined, "No need, no need. One more person means one more pair of chopsticks. Although we're not very rich, I grow some vegetables for our daily meals, and I raise some ducks which I can sell to supplement our income. Besides, Husheng goes to town to chop firewood every day. Husheng is young and strong, and the firewood he chops is good. Our firewood is from the best in town." "It was specially requested by a wealthy family, so the family is relatively well-off. Even if you were cut down, you'd better keep it for yourself; it might be useful in the future." Haitang was so moved she didn't know what to do, and tears streamed down her face. Seeing this, Aunt Zhou quickly wiped away her tears. "Oh, don't cry, hehe, don't feel bad, just settle down. I only have one son, and I'm usually all
alone. Now you can keep me company and talk to me." As soon as she finished speaking, she realized Haitang couldn't speak and felt she had said something wrong. She smiled and pulled Haitang into the house next door. Haitang settled down there. Listening to Aunt Zhou's explanation, she learned that she had actually traveled dozens of miles and was now far from the county town where the Zhang family lived. She was now in Ningcheng territory, and the village was called Zhoujia Village, filled with about 20 households, all surnamed Zhou. Each house was quite far apart, so no one would know she was staying there for the time being. Now, Haitang finally felt relieved. Unable to speak, Haitang was fortunate that her son, Husheng, had attended school for a few days when his father was alive and knew a few characters. She wrote her name so they would know her.
The first two days were alright; perhaps due to fear and her injury, her water level was low, but Haitang didn't think much of it. However, as her heart calmed and her eating became more regular, her water level slowly rose again. Haitang felt incredibly heavy, especially with a headache. Not wanting to tell Aunt Zhou, she would secretly go to the room, grab a bowl, and squeeze out the fluid, then discard it. She had to do
this three times a day. Each time she squeezed, Haitang cried, thinking about how she had given birth with such joy, only to find herself being used. She had barely seen her child, and despite all the hard work of clearing her uterus, her child hadn't even had a drop of milk. She was heartbroken and would bury herself in her blankets and cry secretly at night. Aunt Zhou knew that Haitang cried every night, but Haitang couldn't speak, and she didn't know what was wrong with this girl who looked like a rich young lady, so she couldn't comfort her. She could only say a few words during the day, telling Haitang to take care of herself and not to hurt her eyes from crying. After listening to Aunt Zhou's words, Haitang gradually stopped crying, but she was still very sad when she swelled up.
That day, Aunt Zhou went to the river to wash clothes. Haitang wanted to go with her, but Aunt Zhou said the road was too far and Haitang's blisters hadn't healed yet, so she rested in the house and helped feed the fowl. After feeding the fowl, Haitang tidied up the house. Actually, there wasn't much to tidy up. The small farmhouse had three rooms. In the middle room, there was a table and a few stools, and an incense table for worshipping the ancestors. They usually ate in this room. There were two rooms on each side. Originally, Aunt Zhou and Husheng each lived in one room, but now that Haitang was living there, Husheng had set up a bed in the small woodshed next door and lived there. There was also a kitchen in the next room. In one corner of the yard, there was a fowl shed where a few fowl were kept. The rooms weren't big, and there weren't many things in them, but Aunt Zhou always kept them very tidy. As Haitang swept the yard, she suddenly felt her mouth swell again, and water slowly seeped out, wetting the cloth she had specially laid out.
So Haitang put down the broom, closed the courtyard gate, and turned to go into the kitchen. Knowing no one was around, Haitang didn't go back inside. She grabbed a bowl, unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her breasts, and squeezed out the water that had accumulated.
"Mother, I'm back." As soon as she finished speaking, Husheng and Haitang froze. Husheng stood blankly at the door, motionless. Usually, after returning home, he would either chop firewood in the yard or go back inside. Now that a girl had come, he went to the kitchen first. He never expected that when he returned today, he would see her with her upper garment open, holding a bowl in one hand and clutching her breasts in the other. The bowl was already more than half full of white fluid. Haitang was the first to react. She immediately turned around, put down the bowl, and fastened her clothes. Husheng, seeing this, also realized his mistake, immediately apologized, and left.
When Haitang finished dressing and came out of the kitchen, Husheng was already chopping firewood in the yard. Seeing Husheng with his back to her, Haitang blushed deeply and was about to hurry back to her room when Husheng turned around to get more firewood, and the two were face to face. Husheng also blushed when he saw Haitang, his mind immediately recalling what he had just witnessed. He wanted to say something, but seeing Haitang's downcast face, he turned back to chopping firewood.
Haitang hurried into the house and collapsed onto the bed. Her face felt like it was on fire. Since she arrived, Husheng had rarely shown himself in front of her; even at meals, she would pick up her food and eat it quickly before going back to work. She hadn't expected him to see her like that; she was incredibly embarrassed.
At dinner, Husheng, who had just scooped up some rice and was about to pick up some vegetables, blushed when he saw Haitang come in. He didn't even pick up any vegetables and simply took his rice to eat. Seeing this, Aunt Zhou turned to Haitang and said, "My son is good in every way, except he's so shy. I was even thinking of arranging a marriage for him, but how can he not speak properly in front of a girl? Oh well, never mind him, let's eat." Haitang, seeing Husheng sitting on the stone step outside the door, felt even more embarrassed, realizing it was her own carelessness. She took an empty bowl
, put some vegetables on each of the dishes on the table, and took it out. Husheng was frantically shoveling rice into his mouth when a bowl of vegetables was handed to him. He looked up and saw Haitang, blushed, and reached out to take it. But when he touched Haitang's hand, he quickly pulled it back. This amused Haitang, who held the bowl forward a little more until Husheng took it, then turned and went back inside to eat with Aunt Zhou.
That night, both Haitang and Husheng couldn't sleep. Haitang was sleepless because of the rising water level, and also because of Husheng's gaze, which stirred a long-lost desire within her. Thinking of Husheng staring intently at her room, Haitang felt a surge of heat, and she felt something leaking from her lower body.
Husheng lay on a makeshift plank, unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, Haitang's swollen breasts appeared before him. This was the first time in 20 years that Husheng had seen a woman's breasts; the white and pink nipples made him involuntarily reach out to grab them. Thinking of the fluid gushing from those small nipples, Husheng felt a heat between his legs, and a sticky, fishy feeling rushed out.
The weather was getting chilly again, and Aunt Zhou, having caught a cold, was listless, so Haitang took on all the housework. That evening at dinner, after Aunt Zhou ate a few bites of rice, she looked at Husheng, thought for a moment, and said:
"Husheng, why don't we not go tomorrow? I'm not feeling well enough to go, and you can't manage on your own." Husheng didn't even look up, finishing his rice in his bowl before saying, "Mother, I can manage on my own. You're not feeling well, so just rest. Don't worry." Haitang was puzzled, wondering what was going on. She looked at the mother and son with a question in her mind. Although she couldn't speak, she still opened her mouth and gestured to ask. Aunt Zhou put some vegetables in Haitang's bowl and said, "We also burn charcoal at home. Before, when it was hot, Husheng would just chop some firewood to sell in the city. Now that it's getting cooler, the charcoal should be lit. We used to help each other out, but I'm still not feeling well enough to go. I'm afraid Husheng won't be able to manage on his own, so I thought it would be better to postpone it for a few more days." Hearing this, Haitang thought that since she was eating and living here for free, she could help out now. So she gestured to Aunt Zhou that she could go with Husheng and that Aunt Zhou could rest at home. Seeing this, Aunt Zhou quickly waved her hand, "No, no, you're not suited for these things. You can stay home with me. Let Husheng go a few days later, it won't matter." Haitang quickly indicated that she could go, and finally, unable to resist Haitang's persuasion, Aunt Zhou finally agreed to let Haitang go with Husheng.
Early the next morning, Haitang followed Husheng to prepare to go into the mountains. Aunt Zhou gave Haitang water and dry food, gave her some instructions, and then saw the two of them to the courtyard gate. She only turned back after seeing the two of them walk away one after the other.
Haitang followed behind Husheng. At first, the path was easy, but gradually it became narrower and steeper. Now that Haitang had just finished her postpartum confinement, she was well-hydrated, so before going out, she specially wrapped her body with cloth and padded it with thick cotton. Hu Sheng would walk a few steps and then turn back to look at Hai Tang, always keeping a distance of about five steps from her. Later, the path became increasingly narrow and steep. Looking back, he saw that Hai Tang was struggling to climb. After thinking for a moment, he turned to her and said, "Are you tired? Why don't you take a break? There's still a long way to go, and it's not easy to walk." Hai Tang was indeed very tired. Her postpartum period hadn't been properly managed, and she was quite weak, so she nodded.
She followed Hu Sheng to a slightly flatter spot and sat down. Hu Sheng secretly glanced at Hai Tang and saw that her face was flushed, with beads of sweat on her face, which looked particularly beautiful in the sunlight. Suddenly remembering the dream he had been having every night for the past few days, he quickly turned his head away, not daring to look anymore.
After resting for a while, Hai Tang stood up to indicate that she could continue, so the two of them continued uphill, one in front of the other.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Husheng turned around and saw Haitang struggling to walk. He nodded and said, "We're almost there. Can you still walk? I... I'll help you." As he said this, a blush appeared on Husheng's honest face. Haitang didn't think much of it; when she was in school, if a girl couldn't walk anymore during a field trip, the teacher would have a boy help her. So she nodded and extended her hand to Husheng.
Seeing this, Husheng handed Haitang the carrying pole he was carrying on his shoulder, indicating that she should pull it. Haitang was taken aback, then looked at Husheng and suddenly smiled, thinking, "This Husheng is really honest and adorable." She grabbed the carrying pole and let Husheng pull her along. Husheng chuckled, holding the carrying pole as he walked forward, feeling extremely happy. Turning back to look at Haitang, a thought suddenly popped into his head: how wonderful it would be if Haitang were his wife.
After walking for a while, Husheng stopped and told Haitang they had arrived. Haitang looked around and realized this was the charcoal-burning area. It was surrounded by woods, with a mud-brick kiln in the middle of an open space. Husheng went over and removed the mud sealing the entrance, then cleaned the surrounding area. He turned and took down the firewood stacked beside the kiln. Seeing Haitang looking at him, he smiled sheepishly and said, "You should rest; this place is very dirty." Hearing this, Haitang shook her head and quickly went to help Husheng get the firewood. By the time they put the firewood into the kiln and started a fire, most of the day had passed. Haitang was so tired she could barely lift her arms, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the ground. Husheng chuckled, then turned and tended the fire in the kiln, covered the entrance, and went to the side to get water and dry rations for Haitang.
The two sat there in silence, the atmosphere a little awkward. Hu Sheng scratched his head and suddenly said, "Rabbits and such come out to prepare food for winter at this time of year. I'll go see if I can hunt one. I'll roast it later; it tastes delicious." He got up, went to the edge of the cave, rummaged around for a while, took out a small bow, grabbed a dagger and other tools, and left. After a few steps, he stopped, turned to Hai Tang, and said, "You should rest for a while; you're tired. The forest is big, don't wander off. I'll be back in a bit." Seeing Hai Tang nod, he turned and left.
Hai Tang sat against a large tree, smelling the scent of grass, feeling the cool breeze, and looking through the cracks in the cave entrance at the roaring fire inside. Suddenly, she felt very relaxed. Although this kind of life was tiring, she felt truly at peace. She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly heard footsteps. Turning around, she saw Hu Sheng had returned. Looking closer, she was shocked to see him injured, limping and dragging his leg. She immediately stood up and ran towards Hu Sheng.
Supported by Haitang, Husheng sat under a large tree, hissing and groaning. Haitang saw that Husheng's left foot was covered in blood, and his calf had a large, gaping gash. She was frantic with worry, unable to speak, unable to ask any questions, and tears streamed down her face.
Upon seeing this, Husheng stammered, "Don't cry, I'm fine, really. I...I was careless, I didn't notice the trap, so I...I got caught, but...I know how to get it out, it's just a minor injury, no...it's nothing." He thought that saying this would stop Haitang's crying, but instead, the tears flowed even more freely. There was no sound of crying, just a constant stream of tears. Husheng was speechless, stunned for a long time before finally stammering out words of comfort to Haitang.
Haitang knelt before Husheng, carefully tearing open her trouser leg, and then took out her water pouch to pour water out to clean the wound. Hu Sheng wanted to say no, but when Hai Tang glared at him with teary eyes, he immediately fell silent.
Water gently poured onto the wound, causing Hu Sheng to shudder. Hai Tang immediately looked up, then carefully and slowly cleaned the ring of blood around his leg. She then took out her own handkerchief, folded it, and wrapped it around Hu Sheng's leg.
Looking at the sky, Hu Sheng said, "I'll put out the fire in the kiln and let the embers smolder. My leg is injured, so I need to leave early, otherwise it'll get dark and I won't be able to get down the mountain." With that, he struggled to his feet, and Hai Tang quickly helped him. After getting ready, the two prepared to head back.
Unexpectedly, after walking for less than fifteen minutes, a light rain began to fall. The two quickened their pace, but the rain grew heavier. Hu Sheng looked around and said to Hai Tang, "I remember there's a wooden hut over there, built by the hunters for the night. Let's go there to take shelter; perhaps the rain will stop soon, and then we can continue." After walking for a while, they indeed found a small hut with some dry grass haphazardly piled inside. Hai Tang helped Hu Sheng sit on the grass and then looked at the wound on his foot. Blood had seeped out again, soaking the entire handkerchief crimson. Now, after being soaked by the rain, the inside was somewhat whitish. Hai Tang took off the handkerchief, took the dagger from Hu Sheng's waist, turned around, and made a cut in the lining of her skirt. Then she tore off a piece of cloth and rewrapped it around Hu Sheng's leg.
The rain drizzled for a while before finally stopping. In the mountains, darkness falls quickly, and it was almost dark by now. Hu Sheng glanced at the sky, somewhat annoyed. "It's all my fault for being so careless. I've been hanging around here all day, and I still messed up. Now I can't go back, and I wonder how worried my mother is." Hai Tang shook her head, gesturing to reassure Hu Sheng, then handed him some dry rations and ate a few bites herself. Seeing this, Hu Sheng didn't say anything more, took out a tinderbox, lit it, and the two sat quietly on the dry grass inside the house.
Hai Tang couldn't speak, but Hu Sheng didn't know what to say. He was naturally shy and introverted, and now at 17, his contact with women was limited to Aunt Zhou. Although he often went to the city to sell firewood, he always delivered it directly to people's kitchens, dealing with either old women or servants. Now, suddenly being in a room with a girl younger than himself, he really didn't know what to do. His legs throbbed with pain, but he dared not cry out. Firstly, he didn't want to upset Haitang, and secondly, he felt that as a man, he shouldn't complain of pain in front of a woman. Besides, he seemed to have a crush on Haitang; otherwise, why would he dream about her every night?
At this moment, Haitang was only thinking about Husheng's injury. Although Husheng didn't show it, she knew he must be in pain. The wound was so deep, reaching the bone. It hadn't been treated, and now it had been rained on. What if it got infected? It
gets dark early and quickly in the mountains. If the injury changed after a whole night, it could be fatal.
Now, Aunt Zhou must be extremely worried because they hadn't returned yet! Haitang was anxious, and her anxiety showed on her face.
Seeing this, Husheng knew Haitang was worried. He was clumsy with words and didn't know how to comfort her. He stammered for a long time, only saying, "I...I'm fine. I've had this before. It's nothing." Haitang nodded, not wanting Husheng to see her worry. Only then did she realize how uncomfortable it was to have her wet clothes wrapped around her body. Moreover, she hadn't had the time or opportunity to squeeze out the water all day, and now her mouth was about to burst. The cloth wrapped around her mouth was already soaked with water, but fortunately, it was wet from the rain and could not be seen. Haitang gestured for a fire to be started, and Husheng helped to build a small fire.
In the warm firelight, Husheng became drowsy, leaning against the dry grass and dozing off. Seeing Husheng's soaked clothes, Haitang mustered her courage and sat down beside him, beginning to undress him. Husheng, still half-asleep, only felt his wet clothes being removed. Remembering the impropriety of men and women touching, even though Haitang was a woman, it still affected her reputation. He raised his hand to stop her, but somehow, he felt weak.
Haitang grew even more anxious. She remembered catching a cold and developing a fever after being caught in the rain, needing three days of IV fluids at the hospital to recover. Now, Husheng was already injured and had been caught in the rain; if he developed a fever and his wound became infected, the consequences would be severe. She was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly remembering a news report about using juice to treat wounds, Haitang disregarded the warning and, seeing Husheng looking drowsy and weak, immediately stripped him of all his soaked clothes. She hesitated when she got to his lower body, but remembering she wasn't exactly a virgin and was older than him, she reached out and undressed him completely, trying not to look at his private parts. She grabbed some dry grass and covered him with it, then turned and took off her own outer garment. Sure enough, the cloth underneath was completely soaked, and the pungent smell filled the entire hut. Haitang didn't bother with cleaning her own wet clothes. She knelt at Husheng's feet, carefully lifted his left leg, unwrapped the cloth, and gently wiped the wound with the water-soaked cloth. Husheng, still asleep, didn't care, groaning in pain. Each time the cloth was wiped, his leg twitched.
After carefully cleaning the wound with a damp cloth, Haitang tore off a piece of her skirt lining and re-bandaged Husheng's wound. Then she sat down by the fire and hung her outer garment and Husheng's clothes on a branch to dry slowly. Once the outer garment was almost dry, Haitang quickly changed out of her wet clothes and put the outer garment on, keeping an eye on Husheng while it dried.
Husheng was sleeping restlessly, probably due to the pain from his wound; sweat covered his face, and his lips were pale. "Cold..." Husheng groaned softly, his body curled up, the dry grass slipping off his clothes, his naked body shivering. Seeing this, Haitang quickly covered Husheng with the dried clothes, but Husheng trembled violently, his teeth chattering. "Half-diarrhea?" A thought popped into her mind. Haitang quickly went over and wrapped Husheng even tighter with her clothes, pulling his body apart to prevent him from curling up and hurting his injured leg. She also covered Husheng with more dry grass.
"Water...drink water..." Husheng groaned again. Haitang leaned close to Husheng's mouth and, hearing that he wanted water, immediately went to get his water pouch. After getting it, she realized that the water pouch was empty, so she immediately got up and went outside to see if she could find any water. There used to be a wooden bucket by the door, presumably used by hunters to collect rainwater, but the rain had come quickly, and although it was heavy, it had gone away quickly, so there wasn't much water in the bucket, and it wasn't clean either. It was also dark around, so Haitang didn't dare to go outside and went back inside.
Husheng was lying on the dry grass, his lips were white and cracked, and he was groaning softly for water. Haitang was anxiously pacing back and forth. Suddenly, a strip of cloth drying on a tree branch appeared. After a moment's thought, it walked over and sat down beside Hu Sheng, lifting Hu Sheng's head and pulling him into its arms. Then, it unbuttoned its clothes, grasped one of Hu Sheng's breasts with each hand, and brought it to Hu Sheng's chapped lips, gently squeezing until juice flowed out.
Hu Sheng was dreaming. He dreamt he was in a snowstorm, dressed only in thin clothes, snowflakes covering his body, shivering from the cold, desperately hugging himself, but the cold was unbearable, and he couldn't control his body. Just as he was getting too cold, the weather suddenly changed. There seemed to be more than one sun in the sky, the earth was scorched, and all the rivers had dried up; there was no water to drink. Hu Sheng felt he couldn't lift his feet, his throat was parched, and he couldn't go on. Just as he was about to collapse from thirst, a pair of soft little hands embraced him, something entered his mouth, and then a sweet juice flowed into his mouth. Without thinking, he sucked on the juice, desperately drinking it down to soothe his parched throat.
Haitang held Husheng close, watching the boy, slightly younger than herself, nestled in her arms, desperately suckling. An indescribable sorrow overwhelmed her. She had endured so much hardship to feed her child, and now, with water available, she had fallen to this state. When she heard Madam Zhang's words, she felt both sadness and despair, but before she could grieve, she had to flee. Fear replaced the pain. How could she not be heartbroken in this situation? Thinking of her child, whom she had barely seen, the man who had deceived her into having the child, and how she had been rendered mute, grief overwhelmed her. She held Husheng tightly and wept silently.
Husheng, dazed, only felt the juice in his mouth taste incredibly delicious, his nose filled with its fragrance. He reached out and embraced the soft body tightly. He sucked hard, but then realized the delicious juice was running out. Anxious, he used his tongue to rummage, and even his teeth to try and dissolve it.
Haitang felt a sharp pain in her head. Looking down, she saw that one side of her vagina was empty. She quickly pulled her head out of Husheng's mouth, thinking it was no longer needed. Just as she was about to put Husheng's head down, he started muttering for water again. Having no other choice, she lifted her clothes slightly and put her other head into Husheng's mouth, letting him suckle.
Husheng dreamed of Haitang again, but this time it was more vivid and closer than before. He dreamed that he was standing at the bedroom door, staring blankly at Haitang lying on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl in one hand and squeezing out white fluid with the other. Ergou from the village said that it was a woman's vagina; any woman who had given birth would have fluid in her vagina to feed her child. Seeing this, he wanted to turn and leave, but Haitang actually looked up at him, smiled, and waved for him to come in. He should leave; a lone man and woman shouldn't be alone in a room, especially given the current situation—so alluring. But he wanted to go in, and besides, Haitang was beckoning him.
He walked blankly to the bedside. Haitang was still reclining on the edge, her clothes open. Seeing him enter, she put down the bowl she was holding, revealing her white breasts, still glistening with water. "I...I really want to suckle..." Just as he thought this, his body moved uncontrollably, collapsing onto Haitang, his mouth pressing against hers, enveloping her crimson nipple and sucking hard. So fragrant, so sweet... But just sucking like that wasn't enough; something was missing. Before she could think, a large hand swiftly moved upwards, grabbing the exposed breast. The one she was holding in her mouth was squeezed, causing a gush of water to spray into her mouth. The other breast, also squeezed, was gushing out and dripping down her head. What a waste! She quickly let go of one and took the other...
While Haitang was still grieving, Husheng, who was sucking her water, suddenly grabbed her breast, squeezing harder. Her already swollen head throbbed even more. Haitang knew that people with colds and fevers needed to drink more water. Seeing this, she assumed Husheng was still very thirsty. Ignoring her headache, she held Husheng in her arms, letting him suckle.
Tiger felt incredibly happy in his dream, his mouth full of water, some of which spilled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin because he couldn't swallow it all in time. Haitang smiled at him, cradling his head and saying, "It's all yours, what's the rush?" Good heavens, Haitang's voice was so beautiful, clear and crisp, even better than the singer he'd seen in the city two years ago. She smiled at him, wiped the water from his chin with a fragrant handkerchief, and then held out two coins to him, one in each hand. "Here, eat!" He couldn't care less about anything else now, burying his head and taking a big bite, taking in most of the coin. Sweet water filled his mouth again. His large hand grabbed the other empty coin, kneading it a few times—so soft, so soft, changing shape in his hand. Water couldn't withstand the pressure and spurted out, flowing between his fingers onto the back of his hand. Without thinking, he immediately released the coin in his mouth and took the other one. With his other hand around Haitang's waist, he pulled her body closer to his. After a few rubs, Husheng felt his genitals were swollen larger than ever before, with something already overflowing from the top, wetting his pants and sticking stickily to his body. He didn't know what to do, but being close to Haitang's body, moving like this felt so good, even better than rubbing himself with his hands. So he sucked on his penis with his mouth, while rubbing his empty penis back and forth with his other hand. His lower body automatically arched against Haitang's body, searching for a way to make himself feel good. Haitang obediently let him do as he pleased, calling out softly, "Husheng, Husheng." He couldn't take it anymore, and instinctively reached out to pull off Haitang's already open clothes, stripping her upper body naked.
Haitang looked down at Husheng in her arms, wondering why the man, who had been perfectly fine, had suddenly turned bright red and was breathing rapidly. She thought Husheng's fever had gotten worse, and was about to pull her head out of his mouth to check on him when Husheng, who had been drowsy, suddenly grabbed her tightly, his hands groping and pulling at her body, his mouth covering most of her breasts. Because she was feeding Husheng and her clothes were soaked and drying, Haitang's outer garment, which she was wearing, was completely removed by Husheng's rough handling. Husheng's hand was now tightly gripping Haitang's other breast, and his other hand was tightly wrapped around her waist. In addition to sucking water in his mouth, his lower body was also pressing against Haitang and rubbing against her. The dry grass covering them and the few clothes that had been dried all slipped to the side. Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Haitang was unable to speak. Husheng, clearly disoriented, possessed surprising strength even in his unconscious state, quickly pinning her down.
Anyone witnessing this scene would be too ashamed to lift their head. In the cluttered wooden hut, a naked woman was pinned down by a completely naked man. One of her breasts was in his mouth, while the other was being kneaded in his hand. A few drops of white fluid oozed from her swollen head. The man's flushed face and closed eyes suggested he was delirious, but his constantly moving lips, his ravaging hands, and his thrusting lower body seemed perfectly normal.
Husheng felt an intense pleasure. Haitang lay obediently beneath him, and he had thoroughly enjoyed her fluids. Now, his lower body was swollen and aching. Although he didn't know what to do, his instincts told him that he could find release with Haitang. So he sat up, releasing the air he had sucked out, and turned to pull down Haitang's skirt. Haitang whispered in his ear, "Husheng, don't rush, don't rush." How could he not rush? He was frantic. Without thinking, he yanked down Haitang's skirt. The sight before him made Husheng's heart skip a beat, and then he felt something warm flowing from his nose. "Ha, you idiot!" Still dazed, Haitang took a handkerchief and gently wiped his nose.
This…this is a woman's body! So this is what a woman looks like: a slender waist, followed by white, tender legs, and between…between the dark hair, a tiny flower. Ignoring Haitang's continued wiping of his nose, Husheng swallowed hard, pinning her down and haphazardly biting and kissing her soft, white body. His large hands spread her legs, his swollen member thrusting back and forth, but where to strike? He moved his hips wildly, but the tip of his member only touched Haitang's legs, occasionally moving back and forth among the hair. It felt good, but something was wrong; it wasn't quite there.
Haitang was firmly pinned down by Husheng. She didn't know what was wrong with him. He had been perfectly fine before, so why had he suddenly gone berserk? He was not only tearing her clothes open but also haphazardly biting and rubbing her body. She couldn't make a sound and could only try to avoid him, but her body was controlled, and no matter how she twisted, she couldn't break free. Husheng became increasingly agitated, his breathing growing heavier, and he made constant "woo-woo" sounds in his throat. His lower body thrust wildly, and several times, Haitang felt a sharp pain between her legs.
Tiger was extremely anxious. His penis was getting harder and harder, much larger than usual. He reached out and stroked it a few times, but it didn't cool down at all; instead, it became even harder. He thrust against Haitang's body for a long time, and the sticky fluid on his head increased, making Haitang's legs shiny, but he still felt uncomfortable. What should he do? The more anxious he became, the harder he thrust, and now his fluids flowed even more, but the more he thrust, the more uncomfortable he felt. Suddenly, he hit a spot that was hot and attracted him. His penis seemed to like that spot too. The first time he thrust, he felt a tremor all over his body, and the tip of his penis felt a little numb. So he adjusted his position and consciously began to thrust towards that spot.
At this moment, Haitang didn't know what was wrong with Husheng, but she understood his actions. Her skirt was pulled up, her legs were spread wide apart and pressed against Husheng's sides. Husheng's lower body was moving wildly, and she could clearly feel his erect penis continuously leaking fluid. Haitang could clearly feel that her legs were sticky and wet, and Husheng's wild thrusting almost penetrated her open vulva several times. Perhaps Husheng also felt that place, because several times he even thrust towards that spot. The sticky fluid completely wetted the crevice, making it wet and slippery, enticing Husheng to move in there. Haitang was anxious and reached out to grab his hard penis.
The sticky body made that place feel sticky, and with each thrust, he felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation in his tail. Just as Hu Sheng was about to increase his strength, Hai Tang pointed a finger at his forehead and said, "Idiot!" Then, she reached down and grabbed his already slippery penis. Before Hu Sheng could think, he felt a shiver run through his body, and before he could finish trembling, his swollen penis ejaculated.
Haitang withdrew her hand from under Husheng, looking at the stickiness on it with a slight sense of unease. Feeling Husheng's body soften and his breathing become steady, Haitang stopped thinking about it. After wiping her hand clean on the dry grass, she helped Husheng up by the shoulder and lay him back down on the grass. She first took a strip of cloth and, somewhat blushing, wiped Husheng's lower body clean. Then, with some effort, she put his dried clothes back on him. After checking Husheng's forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever, she turned around, cleaned herself up, dressed herself, and sat by the fire, quietly waiting for dawn.
As dawn broke, Hu Sheng slowly awoke, still somewhat lost in the erotic dream he had just had. He only snapped back to reality when he saw the dilapidated wooden roof. Turning his head, he saw Hai Tang leaning against him, still half-asleep. Remembering the dream, Hu Sheng blushed and slowly sat up, accidentally touching the wound on his leg. He was about to groan, but seeing Hai Tang, he immediately suppressed it. Just as he bent down to untie the bandage, he smelled a fragrant aroma. Hu Sheng was startled, suddenly realizing his mouth was also full of that smell. Thinking about the dream, Hu Sheng shook his head slightly, feeling incredibly disgusted. Having such a dream was already wrong, but how could he even imagine actually doing it?
Despite these thoughts, Hu Sheng still pursed his lips, his tongue naturally licking them. It would have been better if he hadn't licked them; the lick confirmed that he had indeed drunk water, as his lips and the corners of his mouth were dry, and now the lick had brought it all back into his mouth. Looking down at his dry clothes, then at the wooden rack by the fire, Hu Sheng was certain that Hai Tang had taken off his clothes, dried them, and then put them back on, because the discomfort of someone else dressing him was intense.
Thinking this, Hu Sheng wondered if his dream last night was real. Wouldn't that mean he and Hai Tang had consummated their marriage? The thought of Hai Tang becoming his wife filled Hu Sheng with excitement.
When Haitang opened her eyes, she saw Husheng sitting on the hay, grinning foolishly. Seeing his expression, Haitang smiled slightly, then stood up and walked over to him, gesturing a few times to indicate it was time to go.
Husheng turned and saw Haitang looking at him. Thinking of the dream again, his eyes involuntarily drifted to Haitang's chest, and he instinctively licked his lips. Upon seeing this, Haitang felt her face burn like fire. Feeling awkward, she reassured herself, remembering that Husheng had been feverish and unconscious the night before and unaware of what had happened. She pointed to Husheng's leg, asking if he was alright. Seeing Husheng shake his head to say he was fine, she stepped out of the fire and helped him walk back.

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