At night, the sky is filled with stars that seem within reach. In the countryside, nightlife usually involves people gathering at the village entrance with palm-leaf fans or visiting each other to chat, with laughter mixed with the croaking of frogs echoing throughout the village.
The room was dimly lit with yellow light. Wen Zhaoye had taken a shower early, lit some mosquito coils, and lay down on the bed.
Wen Jiaojiao opened the door and looked at the shirtless man, saying, "Get out, I haven't showered yet."
"If you go out now, you'll get eaten by mosquitoes. I'll stay in your room, and you can take a shower in the other room."
After Wen Zhao finished speaking, he carried the electric fan to the inner room and lowered the curtain to block her view.
Wen Jiaojiao had no idea that he had any lewd or malicious intentions towards her.
She didn't take it seriously. After pouring warm water into the bathtub, she pulled down the blue floral pajamas and underwear that were folded and hanging on the rope in the yard.
The sound of rustling clothes being taken off came from inside the house, followed by the splashing sound of water being scooped up and washed.
Wen Zhaoye sat by the mosquito net, his mouth going dry from listening. He took a few deep breaths, and the image of water flowing over her skin automatically flashed through his mind:
This is fucking agonizing.
Wen Jiaojiao stood up and wiped the water stains clean. She had just picked up her pajamas and pajama bottoms and spread them out...
Suddenly, I realized that the top had been changed into a midriff-baring tank top, and the pants were even shorter than safety leggings.
A blush crept up her ears, and she murmured, "Xu Cuifen, Xu Cuifen, you really went to great lengths."
Wen Zhaoye thought they were talking to him and, not hearing clearly, asked, "What did you say?"
Wen Jiaojiao put on her underwear and pajamas, looking embarrassed, and said:
"Brother, can I wear one of your clothes? I promise I'll put it on underneath and then take it off again."
Wen Zhaoye didn't think much of it and readily spoke up:
"Take whatever you think is appropriate."
Wen Jiaojiao chose a long-sleeved white shirt, left it unbuttoned, and tightly wrapped it around her body, gripping the edges with both hands.
Completely unaware that her body curves were so perfectly outlined, she slipped inside the curtain:
"Alright, brother, you can go to sleep now. I might not be able to pour out the bathwater until tomorrow."
Wen Zhaoye was sitting at the foot of the bed. When he turned around, he saw her shapely figure. As she climbed onto the bed, her buttocks were exceptionally full and pert.
His handsome face flushed crimson, spreading down his long neck. His back stiffened as he stood up and walked out, his thin, sensual lips slightly pursed, yet a barely perceptible curve appeared: "..."
You actually came up with the idea of seducing me this way. Luckily, I'm a gentleman, or I would have already pinned you down on the bed and taken advantage of you.
Wen Jiaojiao pulled over a thin blanket, as thin as a bed sheet, and draped it over her flat waist and slender white thighs. She then took off her shirt and said:
"Brother, here you go. Come and get it yourself. It's not convenient for me."
Wen Zhaoye flung the curtain over the wardrobe and turned the fan to oscillate. Hearing this, he paused abruptly, a shy and embarrassed smile appearing on his lips: "..."
Could she have pulled me onto the bed while I was taking the shirt? She's so manipulative and wicked.
However, isn't it inappropriate to consummate the marriage before marriage? But in a county town, this is quite normal.
The more he thought about it, the redder his face became. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his brows furrowed, and his handsome face was filled with worry.
The key issue is whether she has had children. If they are indeed married and the children come looking for them, refusing to take them in could lead to divorce.
If I take her in, what if she takes pity on that child and shows favoritism? Wouldn't I be heartbroken for my own child?
Wen Jiaojiao stared at the man's motionless back, calling out several times, but to no avail. Furious, she grabbed her shirt, jumped out of bed, and shouted:
"It's really hard to use you, here you go."
"I didn't say I didn't want to do that first, and you turned on me over the slightest thing."
Wen Zhaoye sensed the anger in her tone. His expression stiffened, and he helplessly finished speaking. Just then, the girl folded her shirt and walked around to face him.
Her chest was covered in fair, smooth skin, her collarbones were clearly defined and sexy, and a section of flat, slender skin was visible around her waist.
The loose shorts barely covered her hips, revealing her long, slender, and fair legs, resembling peeled yams.
His dark, ink-black face trembled, his throat tightened, and he glanced at the narrow, square-shaped window where the curtains were drawn before speaking:
Why did you get out of bed dressed like that?
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