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It must have been her who deliberately said that to make him look foolish. Not far away, there were faint glimmers of light. Feng Liulang's heart tightened, and he sprang up from the ground, quickly running back the way he came.
One had to admit that Feng San Niang's shouting skills were impressive. Waking up to find her son missing, she began to scream and cry without any sense of restraint. In less than a stick of incense's time, she had roused all the villagers.
Someone claimed to have seen Feng Liulang running into the mountains, and Xia Muxin had also headed that way. Feng San Niang rushed straight to the village chief Yang Dadong's house, kicking the door and shouting. Yang Dadong, still half-asleep, was startled out of his wits along with his family. It wasn't until the commotion outside continued that he timidly got dressed and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Feng San Niang burst into tears, snot running down her face as she exclaimed that her son had been taken up the mountain by that scoundrel Xia Muxin. While cursing Xia Muxin, she insisted on going to her house to demand justice.
The village chief, feeling helpless, gathered a dozen villagers armed with torches and set off into the mountains in search of them.
Meanwhile, Feng Liulang was taking a shortcut home. Without any means of lighting his way, he naturally wouldn't run into them.
At that moment, Zhou Cailian was making her way home in disarray, holding a torch and stepping cautiously. The surroundings were eerily silent, causing her to tremble in fear.
She had heard clearly Young Master Shen and his subordinates discussing where to wait for Xia Muxin under a tree, mentioning they would give her a surprise. She had sneaked out as soon as it got dark but had fallen asleep waiting without seeing anyone.
She felt utterly resentful; moreover, she had already spread the word that Xia Muxin was at Cross Pavilion and that Feng Liulang had gone there too. At this moment, the villagers would likely be at Cross Pavilion watching the spectacle unfold.
To avoid an awkward encounter, she could only take a small path back home.
But as she walked, her torch suddenly went out.
Just then, Feng Liulang happened to be running by; just ahead was his home where many villagers seemed to have lit their lamps. He hesitated for a moment about whether to return now when he noticed a figure ahead holding a torch and muttering something under their breath.
Feng Liulang's heart leaped with joy; just as he was about to rush over, he saw the torch extinguish and the figure stumbled and fell to the ground.
Feng Liulang ran over in a few large strides, crouching down beside the graceful figure in the dim night.
"Is it you?"
"Is it you?"
The two voices echoed in excitement, and hearing that soft, mellow tone, Shen Liulang recalled the forbidden books he had secretly read. His throat tightened as he reached out to explore the woman beside him.
Zhou Cailian smirked; she knew that men always appeared serious on the surface but were deeply lewd at heart. However, no matter what, Xia Muxin, I have still won.
The night was dark, and Feng Liulang had already been in pain from being pinched by a lobster claw for an entire day, doubting whether he could get up again. Yet at this moment, his mind filled with fantasies from the books, and his heart felt a tingling sensation. Noticing that the other party did not resist her touch, he opened his mouth and blindly searched for a place.
Suddenly, Zhou Cailian felt a large hand grasping her and playing with her. A surge of electricity coursed through her body, and she let out a soft moan, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. The two of them became uncontrollable...
As Feng Liulang sank deeper into the moment, he clearly felt an obstruction. His pride as a man was greatly satisfied, but beneath him came soft sobs. He lowered his head to capture her cries, and without restraint, began to move beneath her.
The wind rustled through the leaves, creating an eerie sound that could not drown out the rhythmic slapping sounds...
The taste of their first experience left both of them entranced. Feng Liulang was particularly enduring, wanting again and again, changing positions as Zhou Cailian was overwhelmed by sensations, her mind clouded. Flashes of white light appeared above her head as her body trembled uncontrollably...
Time passed without either noticing how long it had been. Zhou Cailian was unsure if she had fallen asleep or had been overwhelmed by pleasure. When she awoke, there was no one beside her, and she found herself completely unclothed, only covered by her wrinkled clothing. A hint of red appeared between her legs, and a shy smile crept into her eyes.
Looking around at the empty surroundings, she gritted her teeth and struggled to put on her clothes. But as soon as she lifted her foot, a wave of soreness washed over her body as if she had been run over by a cart.
At this time, dawn had not fully arrived; only the eastern sky showed signs of light. She bit her lip, gasping with each step as she quietly slipped back before anyone else woke up. Then she quickly changed into clean clothes.
Exhausted from working for so long, she felt too tired to even move a finger. It turned out that there could be such a connection between men and women; he was truly remarkable... Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, yet sleep eluded her as she recalled the events of the previous night, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Xia Muxin had no idea how she had returned home last night, nor did she remember when she had come back. All she knew was that she had slept exceptionally well.
Perhaps because she had gone to bed early, she woke up at dawn and, before anyone else in the family was awake, dressed neatly and stepped out of her room.
In the side room, Shen Muhan lay on the wooden bed, breathing evenly with his eyes closed. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he were having a wonderful dream.
Xia Muxin tiptoed over, gazing at his picturesque face, biting her lip in contemplation.
Suddenly, as if enchanted, she lowered her head to stare at him, only to be pulled into his embrace by a large hand.
"What's this? Are you starting to think about me? Am I breathtakingly beautiful?"
Shen Muhan opened his eyes just a slit, a charming smile playing on his lips. His low voice dripped with teasing as he habitually brushed his finger against Xia Muxin's nose.
"Uncle, didn't you wash your face after coming back last night?"
Xia Muxin propped herself up on his solid chest, slightly arching her body as she scrutinized him for a moment before bursting into laughter.
At her words, Shen Muhan frowned. What mischief was this little girl up to now?
Suddenly recalling how she had playfully rubbed her hands across his face before falling asleep last night while giggling, he hadn’t paid much attention then. But now...
In an instant, Shen Muhan rolled over casually, slipped on his shoes, and took Xia Muxin's hand as they walked out together.
Upon arriving at the courtyard, she drew water again. When she saw the ten fingerprints on her face, the smile at the corner of her mouth widened.
At that moment, Aunt Xia's door opened, and Summer Forest came out, gently guiding Aunt Xia along. He carefully laid her down on the reclining chair and covered her with a light blanket.
Shen Muhan and Xia Muxin stood there, watching Summer Forest's cautious movements and soft gaze, both revealing a dreamy smile.
"Uncle, Aunt, you’re up."
Shen Muhan suddenly shifted his gaze and walked over, greeting Aunt Xia and her husband.
The couple looked at him happily at first, but upon seeing his aggrieved expression and the prominent ten fingerprints on his face—essentially one handprint on each side—they immediately displayed various expressions of conflict. Their eyes turned reproachfully toward Xia Muxin.
Xia Muxin felt the weight of her parents' gaze for a long moment before realizing what was happening. She pointed to her own nose as if to defend herself, but upon seeing Shen Muhan's pitiful look, she understood everything.
Just as she clenched her fists to retaliate against him, a delicate yet piercing voice interrupted:
"Is Young Master Shen here? I have something to discuss with you!"
The group turned toward the voice and widened their eyes at Zhou Cailian, who appeared bashful.
It seemed she hadn’t slept well last night; her eye bags were deep, resembling a panda. She wore heavy makeup, and her lips were slightly swollen but not very noticeable due to the thick lipstick.
Her outfit was overly revealing; it exposed part of her chest as if she had stuffed half a meatball there. As she walked, it swayed up and down. The clothing appeared to be the latest style—somewhat sheer—and her gaze was almost dripping with allure. She twisted the handkerchief in her hands awkwardly while her outfit seemed to flirt with rejection, resembling a woman of the world.
Xia Muxin blinked her bright eyes mischievously as they darted between Zhou Cailian and Shen Muhan. Then she approached Shen Muhan and whispered:
"Uncle, what have you done to her? She looks like a madam, it's quite awkward to see."
Shen Muhan raised an eyebrow, equally puzzled. Ming Yi had reported earlier, but he hadn't seen them interact or do anything together. And now, this crazy woman was acting up early in the morning.
"Young Master Shen..."
Zhou Cailian, noticing that Shen Muhan was taking too long to respond, elongated her voice and softly called out again.
Xia Muxin shivered, rubbing her arms where goosebumps had formed, and signaled to Shen Muhan with her eyes.
A hint of gloom flashed in Shen Muhan's gaze as he walked over to the Wooden Basin, wrung out a towel, and handed it to Xia Muxin. He then leaned his face closer, making his intentions clear. Xia Muxin gritted her teeth and used the towel like a brush to wipe his face.
Seeing this, Zhou Cailian felt a surge of irritation; this man thought he could just pull up his pants and leave without consequences. She coldly stated, "Young Master Shen, I am already yours; you must take responsibility!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Muxin couldn't help but burst into laughter. She pointed at Shen Muhan and then at Zhou Cailian before saying clearly, "Uncle, your taste is truly low!"
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