Groaning sounds from the melon field

Night had fallen, the sky was filled with stars, and the darkness enveloped the land of Tudui Village. Most of the farmers, having toiled all day, were already fast asleep, save for the occasional bark of a guard dog and the chirping of insects. For Ai Jiadalie, a wanderer who had drifted to Tudui Village and settled there, his day was just beginning.
Shanpao had wandered to Tudui Village when he was a little over eight years old; his origins seemed shrouded in mystery, and he never spoke of anything about himself. From a young age, whenever someone asked him where he came from, he would shake his head vigorously; when asked who his family was, he would hold his head in his hands and shake it forcefully; when asked his name, he wouldn't answer, but instead would bend down, pick up a small stone from the roadside, throw it forcefully into the distance, and then grin foolishly at you. Over time, the villagers of Tudui Village grew accustomed to calling him Shanpao (meaning "mountain cannon").
Shanpao was eighteen years old this year, tall, with dark skin and a handsome face—a typical dashing young man from the countryside. Because he had come from elsewhere as a migrant and didn't have a household registration in Tudui'er Village, he naturally wasn't eligible for land allocation. However, out of humanitarian concern, the villagers of Tudui'er Village, wanting to give Shanpao a way to survive, decided through the village committee to assign him a job: night patrolling of Tudui'er Village. They would then requisition two houses outside the village entrance and provide them to Shanpao for living.
"Ouch, honey, be gentle!"
From the dimly lit watermelon stall in Zhang Datian's watermelon field in the east of the village, the moaning of Zhang Datian's wife, Wang Cuiping, suddenly came Shanpao, who was eighteen and a half years old and on his way to patrol Zhang Datian's watermelon field. He immediately perked up his ears.
Since it was watermelon season, to ensure a good harvest, the watermelon farmers in Tudui Village traditionally built simple melon sheds next to their fields, simply furnished them, and slept there at night to watch over their fields.
"Honey, bear with it, don't shout so loudly, it's the middle of the night,"
Zhang Datian's gruff voice came from inside the shed.
"Ouch, hurry up,"
Wang Cuiping's groaning voice came again, making Shanpao, on night patrol, feel his blood boil. He tiptoed towards the shed.
"Stop shouting, bear with it, they'll be out soon,"
Zhang Datian's gruff voice urgently reached Shanpao's ears again.
"Ouch, hurry up."
"It's so quiet at night, the two of them are having a good time,"
Shanpao muttered to himself, clutching his pounding heart as he quietly approached the shed.
As they drew closer to the melon stall, Wang Cuiping's moans grew louder, making Shanpao's blood boil. His blood rushed to his groin, instantly creating an erection.
"Stop shouting! It's late at night, don't let anyone hear you,"
Shanpao said, his eyes fixed on the dimly lit melon stall, his ears straining to hear any sounds coming from it. He crept forward, his right hand moving incessantly along the handle of his erection.
When Shanpao reached the stall, Wang Cuiping's moans continued. He continued moving his right hand while peering through the gaps in the stall.
"Damn it!"
Through the gap, Shanpao saw Zhang Datian using tweezers to remove a thorn from Wang Cuiping's skin under the dim light. The light was dim, and he couldn't remove it easily, each time causing Wang Cuiping to scream in pain.

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