The afternoon sun was still hot, and the bedsheets hung in the yard had already dried. After finishing her meal, Ji Sang put away the bedsheets and tidied up the room quickly while Wen Li went out and washed the dishes. Just as Ji Sang finished her work, she heard some commotion from the yard.

Looking out through the window, Ji Sang saw Wen Jian returning with a bundle of bamboo on his shoulder.

After working for half a day, the man was covered in sweat. The front of his open short robe revealed a large area of honey-colored skin, with sweat slowly trickling down along his muscles, exuding a wild and sexy aura. As he entered the yard, his dark eyes swept around before finally fixing on the window of the house, coincidentally meeting Ji Sang’s gaze.

When he saw Ji Sang sneakily watching him, a faint smile appeared on his thin lips. The light in his black eyes became even more mesmerizing, like fragmented moonlight pouring over the surging sea.

Ji Sang’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, feeling flustered, and quickly averted her gaze. Her face inexplicably flushed, making her look like a child caught red-handed for doing something naughty. After a moment, she felt annoyed with herself for hiding. What was she hiding from?!

While she was still feeling annoyed, there was movement at the door.

“Sang Sang, I’m back.”

Ji Sang pretended to sit on the edge of the bed in a rush, tidying up the neatly folded bed sheets once again. Her small body was then pulled into a strong embrace, and the scent of sweat from the man enveloped her. Perhaps his hair, which had been tied up during work, was slightly loose, and a few strands brushed against Ji Sang’s cheek, tickling her…

“I’m back?”

Ji Sang lowered her gaze and replied absentmindedly, not looking at him. After waiting for a moment without hearing his response, she turned her head to look at him and saw his handsome face suddenly enlarged. His lips softened abruptly, and his tongue teasingly kissed and nibbled at her, lightly grazing her teeth. She opened her mouth, and his tongue entered like a wandering dragon, licking her teeth and entwining with her small tongue, kissing so deeply that her mouth was filled with his taste before he finally let go…

“Did you miss me?” Wen Jian’s hot breath sprayed on her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around the woman in his arms, and he whispered into her ear.

Ji Sang: “…I just saw you this morning.”

“Mm.”

“You know.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

Ji Sang’s mind flickered with six dots as she wondered if people from ancient times were all this cheesy. She felt his waist press against her back, and he whispered hoarsely, “Especially here.”

When Ji Sang realized what he meant, her mind exploded with a “boom.” She pushed him away with her hand, turned around, and glared at him, blushing. She furrowed her delicate eyebrows and said, “Wen Jian! Can’t you stop? Making lewd advances in broad daylight!”

Wen Jian’s eyes sparkled, and the corners of his lips curved upwards. He grabbed her chin and kissed her passionately, then quickly pulled back and repeatedly caressed her red lips with his fingertips, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

However, he changed the topic in his mouth. “Father and I carried thirty bundles of bamboo from the back mountain. We’ll go and shave bamboo slices later.”

The topic changed too quickly, and it took Ji Sang a while to respond with an “Oh.”

Before she could say anything, the man’s fingers intruded into her mouth. Her tongue slid across his fingertips, causing him to momentarily hold his breath, his gaze suddenly becoming intense.

Wen Jian gently opened his thin lips and said, “Or we can quickly settle things here and then go shave bamboo slices?”

Ji Sang’s head jerked back, and she glared at him with annoyance. “Ah… Wen Jian, you smell so bad!”

Wen Jian burst into a hearty laugh, and his gaze deeply locked onto her. “Haha, that’s the scent of a man.” With that, he stood up straight, pinched her cheek with his fingers, and said, “I won’t tease you anymore. Go and do your work.”

After speaking, he strode out, leaving behind a tall figure.

Once the man left, that overpowering scent of hormones instantly dissipated. Ji Sang’s tightened heart suddenly relaxed, and she couldn’t help but look outside with her eyes. She saw Wen Jian placing the bundles of bamboo in the corner, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. As he held the two bundles of bamboo, the veins on his forearm became prominent, giving off a strong sense of power.

Those hands…

It was those hands that fondled her breasts, pressed against her clitoris, and then… forcefully entered her body, bringing her extreme pleasure.

After Wen Jian finished placing the bamboo, he seemed to sense her gaze and looked back at the window.

Ji Sang snapped back to her senses, abruptly stood up, and took a couple of steps outside, only to discover a wetness between her legs.

She was immediately stunned and felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in… She had just wanted to ask him about Niu Mountain, but he had completely diverted her attention.

Wen Li called her to cook, and Ji Sang swallowed her saliva, calmed her emotions, and responded with an “Mm” before walking out with confident strides.

For dinner, they made pancakes and added the eggs they brought back last time.

Ji Sang kneaded the dough while Wen Li tended to the stove.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law busily worked together, chatting and laughing.

When they were almost done, Wen Jian entered the house, scooped water from the barrel, washed his face with cold water, and cleaned his hands. His dark eyes caught sight of Ji Sang sitting by the stove, tending to the fire, while Wen Li was making the pancakes.

Ji Sang heard his footsteps and peeked her head out to look.

Wen Jian happened to raise his head, and cold water splashed onto his face, some droplets landed on his hair and slid down, brushing against his Adam’s apple…

While Wen Jian wiped his face, he coincidentally looked towards the stove.

The gazes of the two collided in mid-air.

The flickering firelight illuminated the young girl’s face, making it blush red. Unconsciously, Wen Jian’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, and the water droplets slid down faster…

Ji Sang abruptly averted her gaze.

Wen Jian also rinsed his handkerchief in the water as if nothing had happened, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Wen Li’s voice came, “Wen Jian, come and make pancakes, I’ll take hot water to your father.” Wen Jian had been busy outside all day and had sweated quite a bit. He was used to taking a bath before dinner.

Upon hearing Wen Li’s call, Wen Jian responded with a casual “Hmm” and entered the stove.

Wen Li had already finished most of the pancakes, and Wen Jian only needed to wait for the last batch. It was a bit boring during the waiting time, so Wen Jian sat down next to Ji Sang.

Ji Sang was lost in thought, propping her chin up. She was startled when Wen Jian suddenly sat beside her.

“What are you thinking about?”

Ji Sang looked outside but didn’t see Wen Li Shi. “Have you finished your work?”

“Yeah,” Wen Jian replied casually.

Ji Sang made an “Oh” sound and didn’t say anything further.

“You haven’t answered me.”

“Hmm?”

“What… are you thinking about?” Wen Jian glanced at her sideways and suddenly extended his hand. Ji Sang was taken aback and instinctively moved her head back. “What are you doing?”

Wen Jian picked up a dried leaf and showed it to her. “This.”

Ji Sang: “…”

“What do you think I want to do?”

Ji Sang blushed, her face growing warm. “I didn’t think…”

“Are you… thinking about this?” The man interrupted her words and suddenly pulled her into his arms. Ji Sang exclaimed in surprise, “Hey, what are you doing? Your mother is still here!”

“Shh, Mother went to give water to Father.” Wen Jian kissed her cheek, his voice low. His rough palm caressed her delicate waist, and his fingers slipped into her undergarments, firmly and unwaveringly moving towards her inner thighs…

“Ah…”

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