In the old house, Chen Ziyang, having inhaled the familiar scent, displayed even greater prowess than before.
Su Mei, too, transitioned from initial shyness to complete liberation in the end.
Still, she suffered quite a bit, worrying that the neighbors might hear the commotion.
From the bed to the corridor, they finally took their passion to the north room which had been converted into a storage space.
This was where they had both grown up.
Su Mei used to live here, and later, when Chen Ziyang stayed over, he shared the room with her.
Though it was now a storage room, they could still feel the familiarity.
As the night deepened, they daringly made their way to the yard, and even the crop field bore traces of their presence.
The rural fields were filled with the scent of spring.
In Lower River Village at night, hardly anyone went out, so no one noticed their reckless abandon.
