The roar of the motorcycle began, and Xu Cuifen walked over to the motorcycle while cursing loudly.
She had just reached out to touch the back seat when, with a "whoosh," the motorcycle shot off.
Xu Cuifen paused in her tirade, utterly dumbfounded as she stared at the motorcycle that had disappeared around the corner.
Realizing what was happening immediately, and amidst the chuckles of the crowd, he didn't dare delay and pressed on, saying:
"Zhaoye, stop. I haven't even gone up yet. If you drink a couple of glasses of wine, you won't even know if you've lost someone."
Ignoring the shouts from behind, Wen Zhaoye wrapped one arm around the girl behind him and gripped the handlebars with the other.
Wen Jiaojiao was awakened by the wind, her eyes filled with a dazed look. She felt the burning heat of his body against her chest and raised her hand to pat his strong, narrow side.
"Handsome, I didn't realize you had such a great physique. It's just that you're a bit poor. These days everyone drives cars, why are you still riding a beat-up motorcycle? But I have a little money, why don't you come out of poverty and hang out with me?"
A tingling sensation spread from his waist to the top of his head. Wen Zhaoye's dark eyes trembled slightly, his body became unsteady, and he lost control of the direction. The car swayed violently from side to side on the narrow road in the middle of the wheat field.
Wen Jiaojiao instinctively hugged his waist tightly, her hands gripping his chest. Wen Zhaoye gasped, the stimulation reaching its peak.
Suddenly, the motorcycle veered further and further off course and crashed into the wheat field.
Wen Zhaoye was on edge. Without hesitation, he let go of the handle and turned to hug Wen Jiaojiao.
With a loud bang, the two men fell to the side, and the overturned car stalled instantly.
Wen Jiaojiao clung to him, her rosy cheeks buried in the crook of his neck. The shock had sobered her up considerably, and her memories returned instantly.
Her lips gradually turned downwards, and she cried out in grievance, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm not human."
"Sober now? No longer calling me 'handsome young man'?"
Seeing that she had sobered up and had given up the desire to get up, Wen Zhaoye raised his eyebrows slightly and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
Wen Jiaojiao's cheeks were puffed out, and her voice gradually became tinged with sobs. Fearing that he would hold a grudge and retaliate, she continued to wail:
"No, brother, I really didn't mean to violate you. It was just that my brain was out of control. I just wanted to grope any handsome man I saw."
A doting smile flickered in Wen Zhaoye's dark eyes, but he didn't take her words seriously at all:
"Alright, stop making excuses for me." It's just that you speak the truth when you're drunk. I already knew what you were thinking anyway, so I wasn't scared at all.
Wen Jiaojiao held up three fingers to guarantee, and said in a soft, sweet voice:
"Brother, I swear, there will never be a next time. Just think of this time when I violated you as being bitten by a dog. Don't worry about me, I can be a dog."
The wheat field was at the corner of the house, and several women carrying sickles walked over.
One of the women was the first to notice the crater in the wheat field. She frowned, walked over, and exclaimed in surprise upon seeing who it was:
"Oh, Jiaojiao, you didn't rape Zhaoye, did you? You've already taken off all your clothes."
The girl lying on top of Wen Zhaoye froze instantly. She turned her head in disbelief, swallowed hard, and said:
"Ladies and aunties, please give me some face, otherwise I'll be so ashamed that I'll jump into the river and blame it on you."
One of the older women, looking at her ill-fitting clothes, couldn't help but speak up:
"Now that you're done, at least put the clothes back on for the other person. If you just put them on like that, who wouldn't know what you've done?"
Wen Zhaoye reached out and helped her sit up, explaining, "No, she's just drunk."
Wen Jiaojiao, as she undressed, let out a long, heavy breath:
"Yes, and I can't remember how the clothes ended up on me either. That's all."
Didn't you see the motorcycle was still spinning even when it was lying there? What can you do in that little bit of time? You can barely take off your pants, let alone finish. What kind of "finish" is that?
Wen Zhaoye blushed upon hearing this, and at the same time glanced at the front of her shirt, finding it completely dry and revealing no skin, he abandoned his desire to stop her.
"So, we came at the wrong time, making it too late for you to take off your pants?" another woman wearing a straw hat chimed in, not letting the opportunity slip by.
"It's fine to spread rumors every day if you don't have time to spread them."
Wen Zhaoye couldn't understand why Wen Jiaojiao was so unlucky. She did her job well and got nothing, but whenever something unexpected happened, someone would always pop up to cause trouble.
He replied rather irritably, then ignored the displeased faces of the crowd and turned to the girl beside him, saying in a gentle voice:
"They're gone. Even without them spreading the word, what happened at the banquet would have already gotten around to it."
Wen Jiaojiao recalled the various suggestive gestures at the banquet, from intertwined fingers to kissing, and stood up, tears welling in her eyes:
"Brother, I'm so sorry to have wronged you. You've been corrupted and tainted by this greasy woman like me."
Wen Zhaoye pushed the motorcycle up, sat on it, and his handsome face showed no sign of blame; instead, the corners of his slightly pursed lips seemed to be subtly turning upwards.
"It's okay." Now that he's achieved his goal, he'll probably find a chance to actually sleep with me next.
When Wen Jiaojiao got home by car, her head was still a little dizzy. She covered her forehead and walked unsteadily home.
"Brother, I'm a little dizzy, so to prevent you from being groped by me again, I'm going to take a nap. It's not because I'm lazy, you can trust me."
I'm giving you this opportunity.
I'd like to see what you're planning to do to me.
Wen Zhaoye half-guessed and half-understood what she meant. He watched her unsteady figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, and followed her inside.
Suddenly, Wen Jiaojiao had just reached the bedside, her shoes still on, when she collapsed onto the bed. The next second, even breathing filled the room.
Wen Zhaoye's breath came out heavily, a fleeting look of disappointment crossing his handsome face. He stepped forward, took off her shoes, turned on the electric fan, and said in a rather annoyed tone:
"You're really something. When there are other people around, you try to kiss and force yourself on me. Now that I finally give you a chance, you don't even know how to seize it. If you keep acting like this, you'll probably never win me over in this lifetime."
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