86 muscles
◎Let me touch my abdominal muscles◎
"Please be more loving to me."
When Shu Yao woke up in the morning, this sentence was all in her mind, as if someone had said it in her ear countless times. She rubbed her temples and felt a little strange, because no one had ever said such words to her.
Could it be that I was having a nightmare?
Forget it, she stopped thinking about it.
Because of her back injury, she has been resting at home these days and has left all the work in the mountains to Twelve. He goes out early and comes back late every day, and when he comes back he has to fetch water and chop firewood. Seeing how tired he is, Shu Yao wants to pay him a salary.
She named the little white rabbit that Twelve gave her "Afu." Although the name is a bit rustic, it has a good meaning.
As June approaches, the weather gets hotter.
At noon that day, when the sun was at its highest, Shu Yao was lying in the yard petting a rabbit. The recliner was shaking so much that she almost fell asleep. In a daze, she saw a man with his upper body naked entering the yard.
The man stood against the light, his features unclear, but the physique he revealed was pure spectacle! His bronze skin brimmed with wildness, and the muscles in his arms were as majestic as rolling hills. Looking down, his eight-pack abs, like mountains and ravines, nestled tightly against his abdomen, looked incredibly powerful.
Shu Yao swallowed her saliva, hehe, she liked this dream today.
I wonder what such tight muscles feel like to touch.
She stretched out her hand and said unconsciously, "I really want to touch it." The male actors who had acted with her in the past were either too thin or had muscles built up with protein powder. She had no interest in them at all, but today was different. It was obvious to the naked eye that these muscles were real goods that had been trained over the years.
Twelve saw her smiling at him with half-closed eyes, and he frowned, a little confused.
Seeing that she let him pass, he put down the hoe in his hand, walked over obediently, and stood beside Shu Yao. Before he could react, a pair of soft and boneless hands touched his lower abdomen.
His breath caught.
It was not until she felt the warm and firm touch that Shu Yao gradually became clear-headed and her mind completely woke up.
After two or three seconds of downtime, she realized that the scene just now was not a dream, and she was now placing her hands on Twelve's abdominal muscles.
Her abdominal muscles were hard. She withdrew her hand awkwardly, lowered her head and coughed twice. She was so sleepy just now that she thought she was dreaming, but it turned out that she was just being naughty.
She wished she could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Shu Yao didn't dare to look at him.
Twelve stood in front of her, and both of them were silent.
Finally, Shu Yao forced herself to look up at him and found that his face was very dark. Could he be angry? She smiled at him: "Well, just now I thought I fell asleep and was dreaming, you..."
Before she could finish her words, Twelve took another step closer to her and pointed at her abdomen: "Do you want to touch it again?"
Shu Yao was confused and waved her hands quickly, with a suspicious blush on her face.
She lowered her head and hurriedly stroked Ah Fu.
Twelve didn't say anything. He went to the bathroom, got a bucket of cold water, and soon, the sound of running water came from inside.
Shu Yao was extremely depressed. She wondered if Twelve would think she was a particularly frivolous person. But she couldn't blame her. It was because he had such a good figure. She was just admiring him. Yes, it was just admiration.
In the bathroom, Twelve poured a bucket of cold water over his head, but it still couldn't extinguish the anger that had just risen. He panted and looked down at his lower abdomen with a fiery look in his eyes. The touch just now seemed to still linger on his abdomen. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart at that time. He only knew that he didn't reject her, and even liked her approaching him a little.
The flames in the body were burning wildly and getting stronger and stronger.
The weather was too hot, so he only wore a waistcoat with the buttons unbuttoned and hanging loosely over his shoulders.
When I came out, Shu Yao was no longer in the yard.
"Sister Yao asked me to tell you that she went to the village to buy eggs." It was Yang Xiuhe's voice. She looked at Twelve through the wall with shining eyes. This man had a great body. She had never slept with such a good man.
Seeing her looking at him lustfully, Twelve felt a little displeased and turned his back to chop wood.
Yang Xiuhe went back to the house and dressed up a little, then twisted her plump hips to the side of Twelve, moved a small stool and sat down. She had just changed into a chest-length skirt and had no lining underneath. At this moment, she was swaying her round and full breasts under Twelve's eyes.
Unfortunately, Twelve didn't even look at her.
Yang Xiuhe found the right opportunity to hug his arms. She was startled, and marveled at the firmness of his muscles. She pressed her enchanting body against his, and her voice was softer than ever before: "Twelve, what do you think of your sister-in-law?"
Twelve impatiently pulled his hand back and stood up to stack the firewood.
Seeing that he didn't take the bait, Yang Xiuhe began to doubt her charm for the second time. The first time was when she faced Ji Shijing.
Although her face was not that pretty, her figure was one of the best in the whole village. She didn't believe that there was no man who would not like her, so she stepped forward again and hugged Twelve's waist from behind, her hands constantly touching him: "Twelve, do you look at your sister-in-law?"
Twelve lowered his eyes and looked at the hands that were causing trouble on his body. He really wanted to chop them off with an axe. He pushed Yang Xiuhe away without mercy, without any mercy.
Yang Xiuhe fell to the ground with her legs up in the air, and her mouth was full of dirt. Seeing Twelve's ferocious look, she knew it was boring and left in shame.
Neither of the two men in Shu Yao's family is a good person.
Shu Yao bought a basket of eggs and wandered around the village twice. On the way, she met some villagers carrying fresh cabbage to sell in the town. Only then did she remember that she could also sell the vegetables from the mountains.
When I got home, I saw Twelve sitting in a recliner in a daze. The messy pile of firewood from yesterday had been chopped and neatly stacked against the wall, and the water tank was full.
Seeing her come back, he quickly stood up and took the egg from her hand.
After hanging out outside for so long, Shu Yao's previous embarrassment had disappeared. She asked Twelve, "Are all the vegetables in our fields grown?"
Twelve nodded, then started to make a fire and cook.
Shu Yao: "Then let's pick some tomorrow and sell them in town."
Twelve nodded again.
At this time, Ji Shijing pushed the door open and walked in. He put down the book and squeezed directly between Shu Yao and Twelve.
Shu Yao was afraid of him, so she got up to wash the vegetables, and Ji Shijing followed her.
The two of them were washing vegetables in the same basin, so their hands inevitably touched each other. Shu Yao didn't care, but when she glanced occasionally, she found that Ji Shijing's forearms were covered with hideous scars.
It looks like an old injury.
In the past, she hadn't noticed it because he wore more clothes in the winter. Now that summer is approaching, he rolled up his sleeves a little, and all the scars were exposed.
She thought about it and asked, "What's the matter with the scar on your hand?"
Ji Shijing paused while washing the vegetables and pulled his sleeves down to cover the ugly scars: "I accidentally scratched myself."
Shu Yao said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions. According to Ji Shijing's personality, if he didn't want to say, no matter how much she asked, it would be useless.
Ji Shijing closed his eyes. Didn't these scars arouse her sympathy? She seemed to care less and less about him lately. What should he do? What should he do?
He is very distressed.
I didn't even eat much lunch and went back to my room for a nap.
Lying on the bed, he put his hand on his forehead, his eyes deep, wondering what he was thinking.
In the afternoon, Twelve carried a hoe and continued to work in the fields.
Only Shu Yao and Ji Shijing were left in the yard.
Shu Yao was reading a picture book happily, while Ji Shijing was painting on a stone bench not far away. He looked up at her from time to time, but when her eyes looked over, he quickly lowered his head and continued to paint with the brush in his hand.
The picture book was only a thin one, and Shu Yao finished it in a short while. She watched Ji Shijing draw for a long time, and wanted to see what he drew, so she tiptoed up behind him.
It turned out that he painted a woman, but why did this woman look so familiar?
Sitting on a recliner, legs crossed, holding a picture book, isn't that her? Apart from anything else, Ji Shijing's drawings are really good. She picked it up and looked at it, nodding repeatedly: "Ah Jing, your drawing is quite like the real thing."
When Ji Shijing saw that she took the initiative to talk to him, he didn't know how to respond for a moment and subconsciously said "hmm".
Quite immodest, Shu Yao thought.
Shu Yao returned the painting to him and went back to the house yawning. Summer afternoons were the most sleepy time of the year. She lit some calming incense, took off her shoes and socks, and fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.
Ji Shijing walked in from the secret door in the wardrobe. The two rooms were connected, and there was a secret door in the adjacent wall. He specially asked the bricklayer to chisel through the wall, install this door, and then block this side with the wardrobe.
He sat down beside the bed and looked at her sleeping face carefully for a long time. He didn't return to his room until she showed signs of waking up.
…
The next day, before dawn, Shu Yao and Twelve came to the field. The cucumbers, tomatoes, cabbages... in the field were all ripe.
Shu Yao rubbed her hands and prepared to work. They did not move the newly sprouted fruits. After picking for half an hour, the two baskets were full. Twelve carried them on a shoulder pole and went down the mountain together.
Shu Yao felt that the dishes were a bit heavy and wanted to share some of the burden with him, but Twelve picked them up and walked away, looking very relaxed.
Shu Yao rented an ox cart and went to town.
When the two arrived in the town, the sun had just risen. She had inquired before and knew that stalls here could be set up anywhere on a first-come, first-served basis. When it was time to close the stall, one just had to pay the stall owner two cents as rent.
She had been to the town several times and knew which places had a lot of traffic, so she and Twelve came to the central area, neatly arranged the vegetables on the ground, put the big and beautiful ones on the top, and sprinkled water around the outside to make them look much fresher.
As the sky brightened, the stalls nearby were gradually filled up, and more people started to walk on the street.
Shu Yao and Twelve sat obediently at the stall. Around them were the voices of elderly women and men shouting about how good their vegetables were. She opened her mouth several times but couldn't shout out anything.
Seeing that her dishes had not been touched yet, she no longer cared about face and started shouting like the person next to her.
"The cabbages are fresh, only one penny each, cheap and delicious."
"The tomatoes are big and sweet, two for a penny."
“…”
When Twelve heard her shouting so hard, he opened his mouth, but suddenly realized something. He quickly pursed his lips and looked at the passers-by, hoping that they would stop in front of his stall.
I don’t know whether it was his prayers or Shu Yao’s shouting that worked, but they finally opened the shop, and people came to buy vegetables one after another.
Everyone says their vegetables are fresh, and you can tell they were picked that morning.
By mid-morning, all the tomatoes and cucumbers had been sold, and there were only a dozen or so cabbages left. Shu Yao planned to wait a little longer, and if no one bought them, she would take them home and eat them herself.
She and Twelve had been hungry for almost the entire morning, so she asked Twelve to look after the stall while she went to buy two bowls of wontons and added ten more to Twelve's bowl.
When I came back, I suddenly found an acquaintance across the street.
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