Many thoughts flickered through Aunt Liang Cuiping's mind without her own realization, she and Chen Xiaolong's relationship was becoming increasingly intimate.
After such an incident, an unusual sense of pleasure arose, which had never happened before.
"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time, if Xiaolong sees it, he sees it, he's not an outsider anyway."
Aunt comforted herself with that thought and turned back to her room.
Before long, the room was filled with low moans.
With no one else at home, Aunt Liang Cuiping suddenly felt very moved and couldn't help but relieve herself.
If Chen Xiaolong had heard those sounds, his expression would have been even more priceless.
Unfortunately, this time Chen Xiaolong was feeling guilty and had already run off to the other end of the village.
Walking along the village road, Chen Xiaolong took special notice that the village's main roads had been paved with asphalt, making it more convenient for villagers to get around.
