The girl's fair and slender hands were tightly wrapped around Pang Yi's wet back, and she was willing to endure the man's brutal and brutal bullying without regard for her life or shame. After a long while, Xiao An finally struggled to breathe in the man's lips and tongue: "If you think so. Then... why didn't you bully me at that time?"
Yeah, why didn’t you bully her that night?
If Pang Yi was willing to bully her at that time, it would have been great. She wouldn't have cried all night in that cramped farmhouse. She wouldn't have spent this long winter in fear, despair and helplessness.
She really liked Pang Yi a long time ago. Long before that, long before she realized that this feeling that should not have arisen, she really liked Pang Yi. She liked him so much that she wanted to give herself to him even if she had to give up her face, regardless of being ridiculed by the world, even in such a shabby farmhouse.
Pang Yi didn't say anything. He just kissed her more fiercely. While kissing her, he began to take off Xiao An's clothes, but why was it so difficult to take off a woman's clothes? He had no experience in this area, and couldn't find the opening of the skirt. His two hands just touched everywhere randomly. Then he kissed her more fiercely.
"Pang, Pang Yi." Xiao An was a little scared. Pang Yi had never been so crazy before. He often took advantage of her when they were alone. But he always stopped at the right time. Pang Yi was actually a very conservative person. Xiao An knew his personality. So she dared to flirt with him. But today seemed a little different. Xiao An felt the man's wet hands struggling to squeeze into her skirt and slide down along the texture of her back. Xiao An immediately screamed, "Pang Yi, what are you going to do?!"
"Bully you!" Pang Yi was a little abnormal, like a person who was extremely drunk, mad and savage. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, picked up Xiao An horizontally, and strode towards the backyard while looking at Xiao An with red eyes, "I will make up for everything I owe you!"
"Bah! Who asked you to mend it?!" Xiao An was so embarrassed that she struggled in Pang Yi's arms with her hands and feet. She was really scared. Although it was not her first time to be a bride and she was not a 28-year-old girl, she was still scared to death. Her heart jumped into her throat, "You, you put me down."
"No," Pang Yi said in a deep voice, bending down and kissing Xiao An's chattering mouth again, while begging in a weak voice, "I can't stand it anymore, aunt, please be kind!"
Xiao An's face suddenly turned red to the roots of her neck. She actually... couldn't stand it anymore. Pang Yi was not the only one who had that strong feeling of wanting to possess the other person.
"Then... we have to move the date forward," Xiao An finally gave in after being harassed by Pang Yi for a long time. As soon as she said this, she buried her head in Pang Yi's wet arms out of shame, patting Pang Yi's back, "I didn't say anything! You didn't hear anything!"
"Yes, yes, I didn't hear anything. I just knew that my wife was looking forward to entering the bridal chamber with me!" Pang Yi was so happy that his smile reached his ears.
"Shut up!" Xiao An opened her mouth and bit Pang Yi's Adam's apple which was sliding up and down.
As Pang Yi's Adam's apple was bitten, he could no longer speak clearly, but it did not hinder his fast running at all.
…
That night, Xiao An finally kept Pang Yi, but...
The ending seemed a little different from what she had expected.
…
June 28, 1934
Ningguta.
Nanshan Villa.
After thinking about it for so long, Meiya finally got to listen to "Painted Skin" that day. The storyteller was invited by Gu Changlin, an old man in his seventies. It is said that he has been telling stories for most of his life, and he has only told "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" for most of his life. He is very good at these stories about gods, ghosts, monsters and foxes. Meiya was really happy. She immediately invited the storyteller to have a rest in the side room, served him tea, fruits and snacks, and then asked Pang Yi to invite Xiao An to come and listen to the story. The last time she chatted with Xiao An, Xiao An said that she also loved listening to stories. Since such a great storyteller came to her home, Meiya naturally missed Xiao An. It happened that the storyteller had to take a rest, so he started telling stories in the afternoon.
Mei Ya was very excited, busying around pouring tea for the storyteller, delivering melon seeds to Gu Changlin, and jogging along with a cheerful look on her face. However, Zhong Mingwei was not so happy.
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