To my surprise, the hand that touched his body felt very rough.

That roughness wasn't caused by years of farm work, but rather by the natural roughness resulting from age and the loss of moisture in the skin.

That shouldn't be the case. The widow Zhou at the north end of the village, although she has been a widow for half a year, is only in her early twenties, with delicate and tender skin. Otherwise, he wouldn't have coveted her for so long.

In other words, the person who sneaked into his room and pulled down his pants without saying a word was not the widow Zhou from the north end of the village that he had been dreaming of.

Who dares to be so bold!

He was, after all, the village chief. How could he maintain his authority as village chief if a woman, especially one with such terrible skin, pulled down his pants?!

So even though his body reacted, the new village chief gritted his teeth and honestly didn't take advantage of the situation. He simply raised his hand and pressed the headlight switch.

The lights that suddenly came on illuminated the entire room as bright as day, and the new village chief was finally able to see who was in the room with him.

He was terrified at just one glance; his scalp tingled, and that part of him, startled, visibly began to soften and collapse.

With the lights on in the room, Old Mrs. Zheng, who hadn't looked up at the person on the bed, stared at the limp bed and exclaimed in surprise, "Village Chief Sun, what happened to you? This isn't the first time..."

"Shut up!" Before Old Mrs. Zheng could finish speaking, the person on the bed shouted and interrupted her.

When the new village chief, Old Lady Zheng, was mentioned, I was already feeling nauseous and wanted to vomit. When he talked about his father, I felt even more disgusted and wanted to kick Old Lady Zheng away.

Sigh, I can't think about it anymore. Otherwise, just thinking about Old Mrs. Zheng's hands, which not only touched her father's private parts but also hers, makes me want to cut off my own private parts.

As the sharp roar reached her ears, Old Mrs. Zheng also looked up.

She was just about to ask in a strained voice, "Old Village Chief Sun, long time no see! Not only is that place not as dark as before, but your voice has also become much younger. What kind of feminine wash do you use? Tell me the brand so I can see if I can recommend it to the husbands or lovers of my girlfriends in City B."

Who knows, her chance to make a fortune might just come.

Before she could even open her mouth to speak, and before she could even see the person on the bed, she was kicked hard in the chest.

Grandma Zheng fell backward at a 90-degree angle to the ground. Only then did she realize that the man on the bed was not the old village chief Sun she thought he was, but his son, Xiao Sun.

She had watched Xiao Sun grow up. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes. But after rubbing them, she was truly shocked to see that the person sitting on the bed, glaring at her angrily, was indeed Xiao Sun. "You... what are you doing in this room? I remember this is your father's room."

Xiao Sun quickly pulled up his pants and jumped off the bed to the floor. "Grandma Zheng, you didn't expect this, did you? Three days ago, my father stepped down, and now I'm the new village chief. Of course I have to sleep in this room!"

He paused, then looked at the disappointed look on Old Mrs. Zheng's face and let out a cold snort. "On the contrary, it's you, Old Mrs. Zheng. I heard your son Zheng Heping is doing quite well now, working as a cadre in a government agency in a big city. Why are you out in my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? And you even..."

Village Chief Sun pulled up his belt, thinking about how he had been touched and kissed by an old lady named Zheng who was about the same age as his mother, and he wanted nothing more than to kick her.

The phrase "disrespectful to elders" perfectly describes an elderly woman like Mrs. Zheng who, despite her age, still acts in a flirtatious and provocative manner.

Having served as village chief for three days, he knew a thing or two about forbearance. He rolled his eyes at Old Mrs. Zheng and picked up his phone to make a call.

Next, things developed as Jiang Moli saw it: Old Mrs. Zheng loved to look pretty, and despite her age, she dyed her hair a gold color that was very inappropriate for her age. Old Mrs. Zheng, who was very conspicuous in the crowd, was dragged out of the village chief's house.

Listening to Village Chief Sun's accusations against Old Mrs. Zheng, Jiang Moli could only apologize again and again.

Just as she was about to cry, Zheng Heping still didn't appear. Instead, Old Mrs. Zheng suddenly shuddered and asked her blankly, "Lily, what are you doing here?"

Thinking of something, he looked around and asked Jiang Moli, "Why am I here too? I clearly remember sleeping at home."

Keep pretending.

If Old Mrs. Zheng cared about what others thought, she wouldn't have slept with men from the neighboring village back then.

Her greatest virtue is that she never cares about what others think. Even if people badly criticize her behind her back, she still eats, drinks, and sleeps with whichever man she wants.

She pretended to be sleepwalking, which was probably the first time Jiang Moli had ever seen it, but other villagers, especially those around the same age as Old Lady Zheng, had heard her say it more than once.

Even if you know she's faking it, what can you do?

Grandma Zheng suffers from sleepwalking. One day, she accidentally wandered into someone else's house and ended up sleeping with the man there.

She's sick. What can you say to her? If you dare hit her, she can sue the man in that house. She has sleepwalking disorder and doesn't even know how she pulled down the man's pants. So why don't the men in normal condition stop her when she's having an episode?!

It's obvious that the man wants to do that kind of thing with her!

In this way, no matter how many times Old Mrs. Zheng was caught on the bed, she was able to turn danger into safety thanks to her sleepwalking ability.

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