Chen Chu paused. He handed the ring over. Old Man Zhang examined it for a long moment. Then he pulled a piece of wood from the stove. His house was very damp, and even in the summer, he had to burn something late at night. Strangely, the ring, originally dark green, had taken on a bloody hue after being burned by the fire. The color wasn't too noticeable, just like streaks of blood.
"Where did it come from?" Old Man Zhang asked after taking a sip of wine.
"I found it from the garbage dump."
"Old man, is this thing valuable?" Chen Chu asked.
"It should be worth some money. Keep it for fun and don't show it to anyone else." Old Man Zhang threw it to him and continued drinking.
After Chen Chu left, he shook his head.
"A bloody ring? Haha, how could it end up in this kid's hands? Such a coincidence, I'll never rest in peace."
Xiaolian was distracted all night. Wang Dasheng, the man, kept trying to touch her. He turned over and pressed on her, but she pushed him away.
"Xiaolian, what's wrong with you?"
"Not so good?"
"Then why don't we play anymore?"
"What are you playing for? Do you still have the energy to shovel the floor after playing during the day? Hurry up and finish shoveling the floor first."
Wang Dasheng was feeling depressed. But he smacked his lips and felt that what his wife said made sense. The heat lasted until midnight, and he really didn't have the energy to work during the day. He saw that other people's fields were almost finished, but he still had more than half of his field to work. During the day, he was always looking forward to noon so that he could go home and have sex with Xiaolian. He didn't have the heart to shovel the fields at all. Besides, the sun was scorching now, and he always wanted to find a cool place to rest for a while. Now that Xiaolian said that, he was speechless. He thought to himself that he should listen to his wife and work hard. After finishing the work, he would come back and have sex with her. He fell asleep soundly. Xiaolian, however, couldn't sleep. Her mind was full of the appointment with Chen Chu to meet at the firewood pile at noon. Her heart was pounding, and she was a little excited and excited. Mainly because Chen Chu was clean-looking. Then she looked at her husband sleeping next to her, who looked like a pig. Why was she so blind to find him in the first place? The next morning, Na Xiaolian got up early, cleaned the house, and started to cook. Wang Xiaoyan also came over that morning and saw his wife busy cooking while his son was sound asleep in bed. He was furious and scolded Wang Dasheng.
"Look at you, you damned Xiong Dexing! Your wife is busy taking care of you all day, and she's also looking after the business during the day, and you just shovel that little patch of land every day. Can you even finish it before autumn? You son of a bitch!"
Wang Xiaoyan had come over often in the month before their wedding. Seeing his wife was faithful and honest, he felt relieved. As an old man, it wasn't good to visit his daughter-in-law all the time, so he just came over for a stroll early in the morning. After scolding his son, he went back home. Wang Dasheng also felt that he had done something wrong, so he had dinner and went back to work early. Xiaolian was left alone, feeling like she was in a state of restlessness. She would occasionally walk to the backyard to see if anyone was at the firewood pile. She wondered how stupid she was and should have made an appointment with that boy long ago. The thought made her spit at herself fiercely, secretly cursing her shamelessness. She drifted off in a daze until ten o'clock. A stream of vendors came by, and Xiaolian, busy as she was, became anxious. She wondered if Chen Chu had already reached the firewood pile. An old woman was sitting next to her, looking as if she wanted to chat. This made her anxious, so she quickly said she needed to go to the bathroom. The old lady said, "You go to the bathroom and I'll watch the shop for you." The old lady finally left. It was already 10:20. Xiaolian looked around, closed the door immediately, and lowered the curtain. She looked at herself in the mirror again before walking to the pile of firewood. Today, she was wearing flesh-colored stockings and small white high-heeled shoes. These shoes were the ones she wore on her wedding day. She usually didn't want to wear them. She was also wearing a snow-white dress. Her hair had become thin whips and was combed back. She looked like a girl of seventeen, eighteen, or nineteen. She was only twenty years old this year. She had a baby face, and with this hairstyle, she looked particularly pure. Walking to the back of the firewood pile, Xiaolian couldn't help but frown. She sighed with some disappointment. She thought that the boy hadn't come yet. She was about to go back. Suddenly, she heard laughter behind her.
"Sister Xiaolian, which lover are you waiting for?"
Xiaolian turned around and saw Chen Chu. He was looking at her with a wicked grin on his face. She couldn't help but pout and said, "Chen Chu, what are you talking about? Aren't you afraid of getting your tongue bitten by the wind?" As she spoke, her face flushed. Chen Chu strode over and put an arm around her shoulders. Xiaolian didn't try to hide, and was pulled into his arms, then kissed on the cheek. Xiaolian had put on some makeup today, so Chen Chu kissed her and smacked his lips.
"Sister Xiaolian, you smell so good."
"You, you're being bullshit."
"Haha, then I say Sister Xiaolian really stinks today!" Chen Chu said, touching Xiaolian's face with his hand.
"Oh, are you annoying or not?"
Chen Chu chuckled. He held Xiaolian's face and began to nibble on her. Xiaolian moaned twice. Chen Chu's penis became hard.
"Sister Xiaolian, I miss you so much..." After saying this, he was about to put Xiaolian on the corn stalk.
Xiaolian quickly pushed him.
"I got messed up and my clothes got all dirty."
Only then did Chen Chu realize that the clothes she wore today were very special and she looked even more charming.
"Then where do we get it?" Chen Chu asked.
"You...you come into the house with me, and you are only allowed to touch me..."
"Okay!" Chen Chu kissed her on the face again and touched her buttocks twice.
It felt warm. Xiaolian's butt wasn't as big as Liu Cui's, but it was soft, very much like cotton, and firm. Chen Chu wanted to carry her into the house, but Xiaolian refused, fearing being seen. She hurried into the house first, leaving the door open for him. Chen Chu dodged and followed him into the house. She and Wang Dasheng's room was very tidy. Xiaolian always liked cleanliness, so the room was naturally well tidy. There was a small quilt on the kang, and a sheet on the bed. Chen Chu entered the room and pushed Xiaolian onto the kang. He then pressed his body on top of her. He had put on a lot of perfume today, and Xiaolian felt particularly good smelling the fragrance.
"Be gentle. I'm telling you, it's half past ten now. You have to leave at eleven."
Chen Chu nodded. Then he covered Xiaolian's mouth with his own, fiercely sucking the saliva inside. Xiaolian hummed in response, her tongue entwined with Chen Chu's.
"Sister Xiaolian, I want to have sex with you..." Chen Chu said as he began to undress Xiaolian.
But she blocked it.
"No, no, we can't do that. Let's just kiss and hug..."
Chen Chu's mind skipped a beat, thinking, I've already ridden her, how can I let you go? Old man Zhang said that even if he didn't do it, this girl would be stolen by others. He suddenly remembered what happened with Liu Cui yesterday. Yan San didn't strip Liu Cui naked, but directly took off her pants. Chen Chu directly put his hand into Xiaolian's skirt. When he touched it, it was wet. He thought, Xiaolian, why are you still pretending with me? You slut, you're like this, and you still don't let me fuck you. Chen Chu grabbed her inside twice, grabbed her white panties and was about to pull them down.
"Chen...Chu, help me, give me a kiss."
"Kiss where?" Chen Chu was stunned.
He remembered what Old Man Zhang had told him. Women have a button, located between their legs. Touching that button on a woman usually means she's yours. As for kissing a woman's vagina, that's nothing. It's all part of the body. Besides, sex is full of variety. The monotonous thrusting and pistoning motions are boring. An idea suddenly struck Chen Chu. He remembered spying on Liu Cui peeing, and how he'd wanted to lick her ass and open his mouth to catch the urine. Now Xiaolian wanted him to lick her. He'd never tasted a woman's vagina before. He looked up at Xiaolian's face, which was rosy, as if she'd had too much to drink. His hand could feel her vagina getting wetter and wetter. Should he fuck her or lick her? Chen Chu wasn't sure if fucking would work, but licking would definitely work. He felt the moist spot in his hand. He hesitated, then nervously sniffed it. Women usually get horny there, but Xiaolian's vagina smelled of perfume; she must have been wearing it. Old Man Zhang was implying that a woman's vagina could be licked and drunk. Chen Chu took the plunge and licked it first, without tasting it. But this lick made Xiaolian on the kang moan even more. And that was through her panties. Chen Chu used his hands to fiddle with it, bringing out some hair, and then began to lick it with his tongue. Xiaolian was very clean. Besides being a bit smelly, it also had a salty, sweaty quality. Chen Chu licked it a few times, without tasting it. He then removed her panties. Xiaolian lay obediently on the kang like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, moaning. Her body curled up and twisted, like a snake about to hibernate, hunched over as tightly as possible. Chen Chu removed her panties and spread her legs. Finally, he could see the woman's vagina clearly. From a distance, it had always looked like a wrinkled mass of flesh, but now, closer, it looked like a gaping hole. Within the gap, there were several layers. Chen Chu touched her buttocks, then leaned down again and began to kiss her lower body. At this moment, the water inside slowly flowed out, like a stream. Old Man Zhang used to mutter a few rhymes, which were also riddles. There's a ditch three feet above the ground, and water flows all year round. Taoist priests only come here to bathe, but monks never come here to wash their hair. Chen Chu pondered this and realized that it was true. Water really was flowing out of this small spring. The more he kissed, the more Xiaolian cried out in joy. She grabbed his head with both hands and pushed it hard against her lower body.
"Hello, please, lick it with your tongue, please..." Xiaolian said excitedly with a blushing face.