"No! Let me go!" Wen Qing protested.

"It's not up to you."

"Ji Yanjun, you fucking bastard!"

"Yes, I admit it!"

"you……"

Ji Yanjun was tall and strong. He often carried goods and fought, so his already muscular physique became even more solid and powerful. He picked up Wen Qing horizontally, and Wen Qing was completely unable to break free.

"Are you tired?" Ji Yanjun asked, looking down after carrying her into the room.

Wen Qing angrily lay down on his arm and bit him.

"Don't bite, don't bite."

Wen Qing ignored it all.

"It's so tiring," Ji Yanjun said with a laugh.

Wen Qing was stunned. She let go and saw a row of deep teeth marks on his tanned arm. She had bitten him with all her might. Several of the deeper tooth sockets were stained with fine blood. If she had bitten any harder, she would have drawn blood. Her heart ached, and she buried her face in his chest and cried.

Ji Yanjun was startled and quickly sat up on the bed, pulling her onto his lap and asking, "Qingqing, Qingqing, why are you crying?"

Wen Qing kept crying without looking up.

Ji Yanjun tried several times to lift her face, but she avoided him and clung tightly to his chest.

"Are you tired?" Ji Yanjun asked, touching her hair.

Wen Qing cried.

Are you hungry?

Wen Qing continued to cry.

Thirsty?

Wen Qing still cried.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Tell me what's on your mind," Ji Yanjun said.

After waiting for a while, she said, "You always give me the cold shoulder."

"No, right?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"have."

"No, right?"

“Yes, it is.” Wen Qing raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and accused Ji Yanjun: “Today you not only gave me a hard time, but you also got angry at me and argued with me. Why do you always say it’s my fault?”

Ji Yanjun smiled.

"What are you laughing at!"

Ji Yanjun chuckled gently, cupping her face in his hands: "Yes, whatever you say is right. Don't cry anymore, okay?"

Wen Qing ignored him.

Ji Yanjun cupped her face and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"It hurts," Wen Qing cried out.

Ji Yanjun had a thin callus on the pad of his thumb, which hurt when rubbed against his skin. Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "You're really inexperienced."

"roll."

Ji Yanjun cupped her face and kissed her.

This wasn't the first time the two had kissed. The first few times Ji Yanjun kissed her, his movements were still a bit clumsy, and he sucked on her lips and tongue until it hurt. Now, however, he was quite adept at it, and soon Wen Qing was panting heavily, her body and temperament softening.

He had one arm around her waist and the other hand playing with her fingers, asking, "How long have you been squatting outside the yard?"

"In a little while."

Why don't you come in?

"I'm tired from walking."

"Where do you feel tired? Let me massage you."

"I won't let you pinch me, I'm hungry," Wen Qing said.

"Okay, you sit down, I'll go make dumplings."

"good."

Ji Yanjun put Wen Qing down, left the room, walked out of the courtyard gate, and brought back the snacks and apples he had just bought at the consignment store. He told Wen Qing to have something to eat first, and then went to the refrigerator in the small canteen, took out a plate of dumplings, and cooked two bowls of them for dinner with Wen Qing.

After finishing their meal, the two felt somewhat awkward.

One was sitting on the bed with their head down, and the other was sitting on a stool with their head down.

Ji Yanjun sat on the stool, pondered for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Are we going back?"

"Go back," Wen Qing answered softly.

It was completely dark.

"Um."

"The car is out of gas, it won't go far," Ji Yanjun said.

Wen Qing: "..."

"Sleep here tonight," Ji Yanjun said.

"You'll be sleeping in Gangzi's room tonight," Wen Qing asked.

Ji Yanjun replied, "Gangzi took the key with him, so I'm sleeping on the floor."

Wen Qing looked out the window. The bright moon was hiding behind thick dark clouds, as if it was about to rain. When he turned back, Ji Yanjun returned with a large basin of hot water and said, "Just take a bath here. Anyway... you have some clothes here with me." He pointed to the locust wood wardrobe next to him and said, "They're all in the innermost cabinet. Call me when you're done, and I'll empty the bathwater."

"Okay." Wen Qing was a little reserved.

Ji Yanjun took a change of clothes and went out.

Wen Qing walked to the wardrobe and saw her clothes neatly folded inside, even neater than when she folded them herself. She felt an indescribable sweetness in her heart. She picked up two pieces of clothing, turned off the lights in the room, and took a shower in the dark.

After she finished washing and getting dressed, and turned on the light, she said, "All done."

Ji Yanjun had already finished washing up. He came in, poured out the water, washed Wen Qing's clothes, and then went into the room to make a makeshift bed on the floor.

Wen Qing sat on the bed the entire time.

"Not going to sleep?" Ji Yanjun asked, looking at her.

Wen Qing immediately lay down and covered herself from head to toe with a thin blanket.

Ji Yanjun laughed: "Don't keep yourself bottled up."

“It’s none of your business,” Wen Qing said from under the blanket.

"I'm still angry?" Ji Yanjun said, standing up, walking to the door, pulling the light cord, and turning off the light. The room was instantly plunged into darkness, and he lay down on the floor.

Wen Qing removed the blanket from her head, and after a while, seeing that Ji Yanjun hadn't moved, asked, "Yanjun, are you asleep?"

"You're willing to talk to me now?" Ji Yanjun asked. He and she often argued, and almost every time she would apologize first and say she was wrong. Even if she said that, her attitude would be awkward for a while, like today, before she would become lively and cheerful as usual.

Seeing that Wen Qing didn't answer, Ji Yanjun turned to answer her question instead: "She's not asleep."

"oh."

Ji Yanjun asked, "Can't you sleep?"

"The weather might be a bit dry."

"It might rain in a little while."

Where is Second Uncle now?

"In Shuicheng, we should stay at the guesthouse with Dawu, and we'll set off again tomorrow morning."

"Where is Shuicheng?" Wen Qing asked.

Ji Yanjun organized his thoughts and carefully told Wen Qing what kind of city Shuicheng was. When they talked about it, the anger between them in the afternoon was completely gone, and they were as sweet and loving as usual, with no restraint between them.

Wen Qing leaned over the edge of the bed and asked, "Yanjun, is the floor cold?"

Ji Yanjun turned to look at the edge of the bed. The two had already adjusted to the darkness and could see each other's bright eyes. Ji Yanjun, in particular, was in the prime of his life and was especially sensitive to the fragrance emanating from Wen Qing. Looking at her arms, which appeared extremely fair in the darkness, and her slender, snow-white legs, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen.

"It's hot," Ji Yanjun replied.

"Hot?" Wen Qing asked in confusion. After asking, she leaned over the edge of the bed and reached out to touch the ground to test the temperature. But as soon as she reached out, Ji Yanjun grabbed her hand.

She was taken aback.

Ji Yanjun suddenly sat up.

Wen Qing was startled: "Yan Jun..."

Ji Yanjun stared straight at her, placed her hand to his lips, and kissed it gently, following her fingers to kiss her wrist. With a slight flick of his tongue, Wen Qing felt a jolt, as if she had been electrocuted, and quickly pulled her hand away. Ji Yanjun did not let go, but immediately leaned down and pressed her down beneath him. Before she could react, he lifted her slender, white legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Wen Qing was taken aback by his sudden behavior.

Ji Yanjun didn't give her a chance to react, kissing her passionately. His hot hands moved down, touching her smooth skin, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of ecstasy.

He had been holding back for too long. He had read pornographic books a long time ago, and had a wet dream the first time he saw Wen Qing. The protagonist in the dream was Wen Qing. For so long, he would have this kind of dream from time to time, practicing the "knowledge" from pornographic books on Wen Qing over and over again. There was no one else but Wen Qing.

Now that he has decided to marry Wen Qing, all his worries have vanished. Seeing Wen Qing, whom he has stripped bare, bathed in the occasional moonlight, her fair and beautiful appearance surpasses even that of a dream, radiating a soft, gentle glow, his pent-up desires over the years suddenly become uncontrollable. He kisses her with an almost worshipful intensity, leaving no stone unturned.

"Yanjun." Wen Qing's mind was still reeling from the unfamiliar surge of emotion, and it wasn't until now that she came to her senses. Her first words were a tender, alluring whisper: "Yanjun..."

That sound almost drove him crazy.

"Qingqing, don't be afraid." He sucked on her snow-white neck, his hardness pressing against her, his desire on the verge of collapse. He forcibly controlled himself, kissing Wenqing's cheek, sweating profusely as he held back: "Qingqing, do you like me?"

"Yanjun..."

"Qingqing, answer me."

"like."

"Would you be willing to give it to me?"

"What?"

The less Wen Qing understood, the more fatally alluring she became to him: "Marry me, okay?" Sweat dripped from his forehead, his vocal cords were taut, and he pressed against her with a hard, hot iron. She felt as if she were drowning in the clouds, her body twisting involuntarily. The friction made him grit his teeth and endure it once again: "Marry me, Qingqing."

"Um."

Before Wen Qing could finish her groan, she cried out in pain, "It hurts! Ji Yanjun, it hurts!"

"Just for a little while."

"It hurts so much."

Ji Yanjun forced himself to stop, soothing her again as he slowly moved himself in, penetrating and rubbing her little by little until she gradually adapted, at which point he allowed himself to enter completely.

"Qingqing, my Qingqing," he whispered.

Wen Qing ended his girlhood in a daze, and he clearly stepped out of the ranks of virgins.

The next morning.

Wen Qing opened her eyes, her whole body aching. As soon as she moved, she heard a man's panting behind her. Ji Yanjun was nibbling at her shoulder with satisfaction, while his other hand was kneading her breasts.

"Qingqing," Ji Yanjun called out.

Wen Qing recalled what happened last night and what was happening now, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. However, she was in real pain, and now he wouldn't stop: "Ji Yanjun, have you had enough of kissing me?!"

Ji Yanjun pulled her close and held her tightly. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of a truck came from outside the courtyard.

"They're back!" Wen Qing sat up in surprise, and as soon as she sat up, she felt a pain in her lower body.

"Don't rush." ​​Ji Yanjun immediately sat up.

"How can we not be worried? What if they find out?"

"Shh!" Ji Yanjun gestured for Wen Qing to be quiet and said, "I'll help you get dressed. You stay here. I'm going out to see them. I'll tell my second uncle that we're getting married right away."

marry?

Wen Qing was stunned. Was she really going to marry Ji Yanjun right away?

"What? You want to go back on your word?" Ji Yanjun asked, remembering their promise last night.

"No." However, Wen Qing reacted first and said, "Don't tell Second Uncle yet, let me speak first, and then you can speak after I've spoken."

"Yanjun!" Gangzi's voice came from outside the door.

Wen Qing was startled.

"Shh." Ji Yanjun told Wen Qing not to speak, and he got out of bed first.

"Yanjun, do you have hot water in your room?" Gangzi asked.

"No," Ji Yanjun replied as he put on his clothes.

“How can there be no hot water? Open the door, I’ll pour it myself,” Gangzi said.

"Go burn it yourself, I don't have any here."