The fishpond is located by the roadside at the border of Xiaocai Village and Dashi Village. It is quiet and deserted, with a cool breeze blowing across the open field.
As soon as he arrived at the shed entrance, Wen Zhaoye felt increasingly restless all over.
His breath was thick and heavy, like boiling water. Desire roared wildly in his mind like a caged beast, showing signs of breaking free of its restraints. His voice was laced with labored breathing as he said:
"Do you feel like there's something wrong with your body?"
Wen Jiaojiao shook her head, puzzled, and said:
No, what's wrong?
Wen Zhaoye's Adam's apple bobbed, his dark eyes filled with surging lust as he stared at her.
He roughly pulled off his short-sleeved shirt, arms crossed, revealing a muscular body covered in tan lines, and said in a husky, magnetic voice:
"I feel so hot, so hot that my brain is a little foggy."
Wen Jiaojiao placed her bulging white handbag on the ground, took out a thermos from inside, and handed it to him:
"You're not suffering from heatstroke, are you? Quickly, drink some water."
Wen Zhaoye's mind became increasingly unclear, his handsome eyes filled with a hazy, shimmering light.
He forced himself to stay calm and pushed open the door, sat on the wooden plank covered with a worn-out straw mat, licked his bright red lips, and as he took the thermos, he happened to touch her slender hand.
The soft, cool touch is like a key to unlock a cage, freeing the beast of desire.
He couldn't help but grab her wrist. Wen Jiaojiao trembled slightly in fright and staggered back a few steps, shaking off his touch.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Her voice wasn't quiet, and a glimmer of clarity appeared in Wen Zhaoye's eyes. He immediately guessed that something was wrong with the medicine, and with a sense of foreboding, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and asked:
Are you sure you don't feel hot or anything like that?
Wen Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief:
No.
Wen Zhaoye's gaze, fixed on her, was filled with uncontrollable lust. He barely managed to muster a few thoughts, relying on the pain in his palm, and said:
"Go back first, and if you feel that way again, remember to come back and find me."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't dare to stay any longer and turned to leave.
"Could this be Xu Cuifen's doing? Luckily I didn't drink it. Good luck to you. Anyway, you're the villain, so an important character like you won't die anytime soon."
The bright moonlight shone through the cracks in the wooden door into the dimly lit shed, which was filled with the smell of mosquito coils and was so stuffy it was suffocating.
Wen Zhaoye sat on the edge of the bed, his mind completely muddled, utterly consumed by desire, and at a loss for what to do.
In a hazy vision, I seemed to see the wooden door quietly open, and a slender person walk in.
He eagerly pounced on her and embraced her, forcefully pinning her to the bed as she struggled and pushed him away.
He grabbed her slender white wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, then showered her with passionate kisses on her rosy lips and neck.
The air in her mouth was stolen, and Wen Jiaojiao held her breath for a moment, her pupils widening in surprise:
I was just a little afraid of the dark, and I turned around to get a flashlight. How did I get pounced on?
While she was still stunned, several "snap" sounds rang out, and all the buttons on her shirt snapped off and flew off. Immediately afterwards, she felt her soft skin being kneaded by rough, large hands.
Wen Jiaojiao panicked completely, and as she struggled frantically, Wen Zhaoye tightened his grip on her wrists even more.
Her eyes welled up with tears from the pain, and realizing that this was not working at all, she reluctantly gave up struggling and bit his lips again.
"Hiss~" Wen Zhaoye gasped in pain, his mind regaining a bit of rationality.
Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes trembled with shock, her heart pounding like a strongman frantically pounding a leather drum, each beat deafening.
She dared not utter a sound. Taking advantage of his distraction, she decisively broke free of her wrists and pushed him away with all her might.
Are you trying to kill me?
Wen Zhaoye's desires once again overwhelmed his reason like a raging tide.
Just as she touched the door, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her lips fiercely.
"Jiaojiao, I like you so much, please give yourself to me."
His low, hoarse voice, heavy with labored breathing, escaped through the gap between their pressed lips.
Wen Jiaojiao's mind was a complete mess; she hadn't even heard the first two words. Her chest was filled with an overwhelming fear of the world collapsing, and she was forced to murmur and swallow.
This...this guy has someone he likes? If I touch him, he'll chase me all over the village and try to kill me tomorrow.
His clothes were scattered on the ground, and beads of sweat stuck to Wen Zhaoye's forehead dripped onto the beautiful collarbone of the girl beneath him.
Wen Jiaojiao's long, black hair was scattered across the bed, her delicate face flushed with stray strands of hair. Her eyes were filled with terror, her heart pounding, and she had no choice but to reach out to him:
Don't be picky, some of the solutions are pretty good.
A glint suddenly appeared in Wen Zhaoye's eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent, and he indeed did not make things difficult for him again.
But after a while, it would get boring, and Wen Jiaojiao could only passively endure his kisses and touches.
They were constantly finding new ways to resist his idea of directly attacking, conquering, and seizing territory.
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