"ah--"
He shouted loudly, and all the tension, worry, injustice and grief from the day came out of his chest, rushed into the distance with the night wind, and disappeared into the pristine fields.
Liang Dahua has never let anyone down.
After rolling around enough, he got up from the field and walked home, and saw a dark figure in the distance.
"...Xiaojuan?" he called softly.
The figure stopped, as if waiting for him.
He ran over quickly, squatted down, hugged her legs, lifted her up high and spun around, laughing as he did so.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I saw you outside the yard, and I followed you all the way because I was worried that something might happen to you."
"Have you listened to Erhua?"
Xiaojuan nodded and continued, "But I felt relieved when I saw you rolling around on the ground, and was about to go back, but you found me!"
The white moonlight shone down, and Xiaojuan's clean face seemed to have a few more wrinkles. Dahua held her face and kissed her again and again.
Suddenly, he bent down and threw her onto his shoulder like a bag of rice. Xiaojuan screamed and pounded his back.
"What are you doing? You're acting like a little kid! You're already grown up!"
Dahua took two steps at a time and carried Xiaojuan into the field. He quickly took off his clothes and spread them on the ground. He half-knelt down, hugged her, and put his face on her soft chest.
"What are you doing? You have no shame! In the middle of the night!" Xiaojuan scolded him, but her body was very cooperative.
He took a deep breath, and the woman's body fragrance entered his nose, making him feel much more at ease.
He leaned his face towards the gentle field, and suddenly a feeling of sadness came over him, and Dahua actually sobbed softly.
Xiaojuan listened and gently stroked his hair, again and again.
"You've been wronged," she said.
The low crying sound became louder and louder, breaking the quiet night. The wind sang softly back and forth, as if comforting a crying child who woke up in the night.
The man, who was almost forty, threw himself into the arms of the housewife. Men are sometimes still like children.
Xiaojuan unbuttoned her clothes one by one, held his face in her arms, and wrapped him in warmth and softness. Dahua kissed and licked him like a baby in swaddling clothes.
On a sleepy spring night, the hot body rolling in the mud is venting and telling.
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