Wen Qinghe noticed a momentary pause in the air. She looked up, assuming the man wanted to see as well.
She then beckoned with her finger, signaling the man to watch with her.
Yan Xiao initially just wanted to see what kind of content was attracting this little guy.
As a result, an hour later.
...
Yan Xiao fell silent. He had always known that there was good and evil in this world.
But this is different from the 21st century that Wen Qinghe described to him.
Red-light districts have always existed, regardless of location or era. Human greed and malice have been amplified to the point of obliterating humanity.
He held the little girl tightly in his arms, his voice low and deep.
"My sweetheart can always trust me..."
Wen Qinghe chuckled, "Okay, I believe you. It's just a movie..." But then her smile froze.
Actually, it's not just about movies.
...
Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Since Wen Qinghe recovered from her illness, Xiao Xiao has never gone hungry for so long.
After he has enjoyed delicious food, let him live a simple and plain life.
This is pure torture for a man.
Heaven knows that having her sweet and soft in his arms every night, but only being able to look at her and not touch her, was even more unbearable for him than not having tasted her for the first twenty years of his life.
Fortunately, it's all over now.
…
That night, after Wen Qinghe finished washing up and opened the bathroom door, she was embraced by the man.
The little girl had just taken a bath, and her whole body smelled sweet after her bath.
It's practically a walking, delicious little cake.
The man stared at her intently, his deep eyes burning with intense desire.
He reached out and lifted the little girl up by her bottom, his dark eyes swirling as he looked at her rosy lips.
The man's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid, and his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly.
Finally, he couldn't resist pressing his thin lips to hers, a kiss unlike the fleeting, teasing kisses he'd been holding back for the past few days.
The man's lips were warm, as if carrying an electric current, covering her lips and moving over them again and again.
It was as if it carried invisible hooks, trying to entice the delicate tongue in his mouth to dance with him.
It's like restraint, yet also an intense longing and dissatisfaction with the status quo.
After thoroughly cleaning every corner of the girl's lips...
Suddenly, the man's thin lips began to engulf that sweet and fragrant tongue, sucking it vigorously with a hint of predation.
A soft moan escaped Wen Qinghe's throat, which seemed to ignite a fuse in the man's heart.
Yan Xiao strode towards the bed, carrying the girl in his arms.
…
Wen Qinghe was still immersed in the man's aggressive kiss and hadn't come back to her senses.
Although the man was already impatient, he still patiently went through all the comforting steps.
They had only just begun to enjoy this lavish feast.
...
Two hours later, Yan Xiao held the sweaty young girl close, their skin touching.
He looked at the little girl in his arms, her face rosy and fast asleep, and gently wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.
He frowned as he looked at the red marks on her delicate face from the friction of his rough knuckles.
He then used his thin lips instead of his fingers to kiss away each of her still-wet tears.
…
The room was warmer than outside, but the girl had just finished a vigorous workout. She was sweating a lot, and fearing she might catch a cold, he only brought her hot water for a quick wash.
But when he touched the girl's thighs, he saw handprints and bite marks on her fair skin. The man was filled with annoyance, and his ears quickly turned red.
The little girl is still asleep, so Yan Xiao can't take her to soak in the spring.
I can only go and get the few jars of ointment that I asked Old Li for when I went to town last time.
Thinking of that old Li, who had glared at him with his beard bristling that day.
…
"The ointment I packed for you could last for hundreds of uses, so why did you use it up so quickly? What exactly did you use it for?"
Yan Xiao would never tell the truth about where it was used.
She just gave him a perfunctory reply, "Anyway, I need it, so you'll have to give me a few more cans."
His response was a glare from Li Huaqing.
However, they still filled three jars for him. Yan Xiao put down ten yuan, picked up the jars, and put them into his pocket.
Although it was not easy for Li Huaqing to prepare the medicine himself, it was just a medicated ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain. Even if he used the best medicine, one yuan a jar would be enough.
When he went back inside to find the money to give to the man, he found that the man had already gone far away.
The man forgot to tell her to use it sparingly when he left, considering how long he used it and who knows if he'd come back in a few days.
He started preparing the medicine while cursing and swearing again.
…
After Yan Xiao finished applying the medicine to the little girl, he put on clean clothes and first wrapped the little girl in a blanket and placed her on the small sofa in the room.
Only after changing all the soiled sheets on the bed did I put the little one on the bed.
After all that commotion, the warmth in the blankets dissipated completely.
Wen Qinghe didn't sleep comfortably at all.
After the man blew out the kerosene lamp and lay down on the bed, she spontaneously and consciously moved closer to the heat source.
Yan Xiao noticed the little girl's dependence, and a smile appeared on his lips. He gently flipped her over, letting her lie on his chest.
Sure enough, there was a constant warmth beneath her, and the girl's furrowed brows relaxed, her breathing even as she drifted into a deep sleep.
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