C27
C27
"You're so beautiful."
Wang Hu's voice was hoarse.
Zhao Xiulian lowered her head. She did not know when she had started to enjoy Wang Hu's praises, but she did not feel that the person before her was being improper either.
Wang Hu looked at Zhao Xiulian's appearance and slowly wanted to put her in his arms.
Just as Zhao Xiulian was about to press her face against Wang Hu's shoulder, his phone unexpectedly rang.
Wang Hu could not understand why there would always be people disturbing him at critical moments. He was so angry that he cursed out loud.
Looking at Wang Hu's appearance, Zhao Xioulan almost burst into laughter. However, she still pushed Wang Hu to answer the phone. It was Wang Cuiping's phone and she wanted Wang Hu to work in the fields. Wang Hu had no choice but to reluctantly leave her home.
After Wang Hu left, Zhao Xioulan looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what kind of magic her body had that could make Wang Hu so engrossed.
She had snow-white skin and a slim waist. Her figure was well-proportioned. Looking at her perky butt, Zhao Xiulian slowly took off her clothes one by one, leaving behind only the simplest package.
The two lumps of proud items were hanging on Zhao Xioulan's thin shoulders, making her appear exceptionally dazzling. Every step she took with her legs was a mysterious temptation.
Wang Hu had just walked out and wanted to tell Zhao Xiulian to rest and wait for him to come back. When he turned back to the door of the room, he saw Zhao Xiulian admiring his figure in the mirror.
He watched as Zhao Xioulan's phoenix eyes sized him up while her hands occasionally brushed against his delicate body, causing Wang Hu to feel hot.
Wang Hu wanted nothing more than to rush in and throw Zhao Xiulian onto the brick bed. No matter what he did, he had to give it a shot first. However, he was most afraid that he might scare her.
He could only suppress the anger in his body and turn around to leave.
When Wang Hu saw that his personal belongings, which he had just washed, were hanging in the yard, he realized that the heavens had been cruel to him. His blood was swelling to the point that it could kill him.
Wang Hu seemed to be unable to control himself as he pulled down Zhao Xioulan's panties and stuffed them into his pockets before leaving. Perhaps because he was too angry or afraid, but when he wanted to leave, he knocked over the shovel by the door and the sound scared Wang Hu out of his yard.
Zhao Xiulian was startled by the voice. She immediately put on her clothes and went to the yard to check. All she saw was a shovel lying on the ground and Wang Hu's back.
Zhao Xiulian had not expected Wang Hu to return. She was thinking about what she had seen in the house. Could it be that Wang Hu had seen it all?
He thought about how embarrassed Zhao Xiulian was. If she were to be seen, what would Wang Hu think about him? How could he be different from those lonely women in the village?
At the same time, Zhao Xiulian could not help but wonder how Wang Hu would react to her actions.
If Wang Hu had not left earlier and had instead rushed into the house and pushed himself onto the brick bed, what would have happened?
As she thought about it, anticipation grew in her heart.
Wang Hu had been working in his own field for the entire day. He should have been able to finish it in a while, but he would always remember everything that had happened at Zhao Xiulian's house, as well as the things in his pocket. His mind was in a mess, so he decided to finish his work and return home when it became dark.
After returning home, Wang Hu carefully took out the things in his pocket. They had not completely dried yet and were still wet.
It was cool to the touch, but Wang Hu's palm was burning hot.
Wang Hu sniffed the faint fragrance on it. It was the smell of Zhao Xiulian, which made him yearn for it.
This item was something that belonged to Zhao Xiulian. It was something that could hide all of her mysteriousness and allure. However, could this tiny piece of fabric really cover all of it?
He imagined Zhao Xiulian's indistinct body, each and every part of her body. Wang Hu was unable to extricate himself from it.
Wang Hu held himself tightly with one hand and rubbed the light cloth with the other. The feeling of wetness in his hands aroused Wang Hu's interest.
As his speed increased, the items in his hands became tighter and tighter. Wang Hu was unable to control his body and released some of his imprint on the smooth material.
Looking at the item in his hand, Wang Hu was reluctant to wash it off. It was as if he was using another form to link himself with Zhao Xiulian.
If Zhao Xiulian were to appear before him wearing this, then Wang Hu would most likely turn into a ferocious tiger, as his name had done.
In the evening, Zhao Xiulian was in the courtyard putting away her clothes, but she could not find the pair of skintight pants that Wang Hu had washed her in the day.
Thinking about how Wang Hu had left in a hurry, a bold idea popped into Zhao Xioulan's mind. Could it be that Wang Hu had taken it?
How could he have stolen something like this? Could it be that he wanted to make it back ?
As she thought about it, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart.
It was one that Zhao Xiulian liked very much. It had a delicate touch, like a young girl's skin. When Wang Hu did this again, he must have been thinking about himself. Would there be something stuck to it?
Zhao Xiulian did not dare to think about it any longer. She was embarrassed and thought it would be better to bring it back tomorrow. If someone found out about it, she would not be able to explain it.