Wang Hao shivered, feeling the fingers that kept caressing his chest; he quickly replied, "Auntie Xiulan, rest assured, I really didn't see anything, heard nothing!"
"Is that so? Auntie knows you're a good boy." Liu Xiulan stared straight at Wang Hao and then slowly moved closer to him until their bodies pressed tightly together.
The next second, Liu Xiulan's delicate body trembled, and her pretty face blushed "whoosh."
She leaned her head against Wang Hao's chest and seductively said with eyes like silk, "Our Hao has grown up, hasn't he? He must be thinking about women now, right?"
Of course, Wang Hao knew there was an implication in Liu Xiulan's words because at that moment, he indeed had reacted, pressing hard against Liu Xiulan's lower abdomen.
Swallowing his saliva secretly, Wang Hao replied hoarsely, "Auntie Xiulan, you're joking. I… I haven't."
"Giggle, are you scared, afraid that Auntie will eat you up?" Liu Xiulan asked with a playful laugh.
Wang Hao, trying to withstand Liu Xiulan's teasing, was highly stressed and his body became incredibly stiff.
Feeling Wang Hao's tension, knowing he was trying hard to resist the temptation.
But Liu Xiulan was not planning to give up; after all, if she didn't conquer Wang Hao, she'd have her fate in this young man's hands from here on out.
Having made up her mind, Liu Xiulan lifted her peachy eyes and said flirtatiously, "Hao, have you ever been with a girl? Do you find your auntie beautiful?"
Wang Hao shifted his gaze away with difficulty.
It was undeniable that Liu Xiulan, in her thirties, was very tempting, fatally so to a young virgin like him.
Most importantly, she took very good care of herself; her skin was as tender as a girl in her twenties.
Even if there were crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, they merely added a mature charm to her, not to mention her fully ripened body.
At the same time, Wang Hao's substantial assets had deeply shocked Liu Xiulan.
Over the years, although she had married Zhao Youquan and her life was comfortable, Zhao Youquan had been aloof toward her since she bore his child.
Zhao Youquan also knew he couldn't satisfy Liu Xiulan and always shied away from doing 'that' with her.
"Hao, will you take your auntie? Just consider it our secret!"
Liu Xiulan's face flushed with desire, eyes brimming with spring, nearly overflowing.
Feeling Liu Xiulan's longing, Wang Hao was somewhat stirred as well.
He found that ever since he had acquired nine tattoos, his resistance to women seemed to have plunged to rock bottom.
Thinking back to how he had almost been killed last night by Liu Xiulan's lover, a surge of anger rose within him.
However, a loud shout abruptly rang out.
"Xiulan! Xiulan, where have you gone?"
Hearing Zhao Youquan's familiar voice, both of them were startled.
Wang Hao hurriedly stepped back, and Liu Xiulan quickly straightened her clothing.
Then she retorted discontentedly, "Why are you yelling so loudly? Am I not right here?"
Hearing her voice, Zhao Youquan strode over.
When he saw Wang Hao standing behind Liu Xiulan, his brows furrowed and he gave them a scrutinizing look, "What are you two hiding back here for?"
"Who's hiding? I just twisted my ankle. Seeing Hao was on his way to the village committee, I called him to massage it for me. What, you thought your wife was fooling around with Hao?"
Liu Xiulan cursed angrily, pretending to limp as she walked away.
Seeing Liu Xiulan angry, Zhao Youquan immediately realized he had spoken out of turn.
He quickly stepped forward to support Liu Xiulan, ingratiatingly saying, "Wife, don't be mad, I'm just worried about you."
With that, he glared fiercely at Wang Hao, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and get to work in my wheat field! So young and you're tattooed up like a dragon and tiger, do you think you're some kind of gang boss?"
Wang Hao's mouth twitched, ready to retort, but seeing Liu Xiulan signalling him desperately with her eyes, he finally held back.
He picked up his sickle and headed for Zhao Youquan's wheat field.
After taking a few steps, Wang Hao smacked his forehead, "Damn, how could I forget what's really important?"
He had been thinking of using Liu Xiulan's affair to persuade her to whisper into Zhao Youquan's ear, to stop him from exploiting the villagers from now on.
As a result, after being teased by Liu Xiulan, he actually forgot about it.
"It seems, I'll have to find another time to talk to Aunt Xiulan about this."
Wang Hao gave a wry smile and continued walking on.
...
Time flew by, and the sun set before long.
Wang Hao threw down the wheat in his hands and rubbed his sore back.
Looking at the exhausted free laborers around him, he cursed Zhao Youquan under his breath, hoping Liu Xiulan would cuckold him a few more times.
After everyone had left, Wang Hao also left, twisting his sickle in hand.
When he arrived at the end of the village, he saw Zheng Cailian standing at the entrance of her courtyard from afar.
"Cailian Sister, have you eaten?"
Wang Hao greeted her with a smile.
"Not yet, wasn't I waiting for you?" Zheng Cailian coquettishly rolled her eyes at Wang Hao, but ripples of emotion stirred within her.
Having been widowed for eight years without any emotional upheaval, she found herself feeling a new kind of sentiment towards the young man before her after last night's events.
Seeing Zheng Cailian's alluring appearance, Wang Hao felt his heart flutter, and his tired body started to feel restless.
Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure and asked with a smile, "Cailian Sister, what are you waiting for me for, really asking me for a meal?"
"Do you think I'm kidding? Come in and we'll talk about it."
Zheng Cailian beckoned and went back into the house first.
"Uncle Hao!"
Just as Wang Hao followed her in, a little girl wearing a red scarf, about six or seven years old, happily ran towards him.
"Wow, Ya Ya, you've grown a lot taller!"
Wang Hao pinched the little girl's cheek, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
At this scene, Zheng Cailian revealed an indulgent smile.
However, she soon felt a pang in her nose and turned around to secretly wipe away her tears.
If there were a man in the house, they, mother and child, wouldn't have to suffer so much!
"Cailian Sister, what's wrong?"
Wang Hao noticed Zheng Cailian's unusual demeanor. After sending Ya Ya to do her homework, he approached and asked softly.
"It's... it's nothing, just something in my eye," Zheng Cailian hastily sniffed and replied in a falsely casual tone.
"Let me blow on it for you."
As Wang Hao spoke, he cupped Zheng Cailian's face and gently blew into her eyes.
The two were very close, and Zheng Cailian could immediately smell the strong scent of masculinity on Wang Hao.
She felt her heartbeat accelerate, but internally, she felt an immense sweetness and thoroughly reveled in it.
Wang Hao, oblivious to Zheng Cailian's reactions, blew for a while and then said, "Cailian Sister, does it feel any better now?"
"Yes... much better, I'll go cook now; you must be starving?"
Zheng Cailian replied hastily, her face flushed as she rushed to the stovehouse.
Wang Hao thought for a moment and followed her in as well.
He took care of stoking the firewood, while Zheng Cailian was in charge of chopping and cooking the vegetables.
Sitting at the firewood door of the clay stove, Wang Hao's face was painted red by the glowing fire.
However, when he looked up at Zheng Cailian, who was focused on cooking, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his breath turning ragged...