Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The woman's lips were tender and soft, brushing past the corner of his mouth and moving down to kiss his throat. Her smiling eyes were affectionate and gentle, an expression that He Songbai had never seen before.14

Her hair slipped down her shoulders, and those silky, sultry strands tickled his skin.

He Songbai groaned impatiently and painfully. Immediately, he seemed to sober up. His mind consciously resisted, but his heavy breathing could hardly be restrained.

His voice was hoarse and gritty, as if it had been scratched with sandpaper. In a low voice, he vaguely mumbled, "Let me go."

The woman released him, straightened her back up, and asked in a charmingly clear voice, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"45

He Songbai heard her words like a beast in front of the flood, and the shock was clear in his dark and deep eyes. He couldn't believe it.

His adam's apple bobbed, and he inched back in an attempt to break off their intimacy. His pale lips were opening and closing a few times. The sensation of her lips lingered on his, leaving behind a faint fruity scent, her scent.

He tried hard to look cold and indifferent, but his ears betrayed his faux calm, the tips were burning red.

Zhao Lanxiang's lovely ears moved and she asked again, "No? Then I will kiss you until you agree."44

As she said, she leaned over, and she pressed him again, sucking his lips gently.2

He Songbai's resolve collapsed, and he panted wearily. An electric current seemed to rush straight from his lips throughout his whole body. He gasped heavily, like a sick patient in need of air, careless and desperate.

Zhao Lanxiang suddenly felt that she was cruel. If he were currently lively and uninjured, vigorous like a dragon or a tiger, she would have the heart to force him. But she couldn't bring herself to tease an injured person.

She stopped and let him go, a little embarrassed and sad at the same time. She pretended to be indifferent and said, "Forget it, since you didn't agree to it, just pretend as if it never happened..."

Before she finished speaking, her body was suddenly pulled into the bed. All the words she was about to say were drowned out by the man's inexperienced and eager kiss. Zhao Lanxiang's heart almost leaped out of her chest, and her heartbeat was violent, with a frequency of 170 times per minute. This kiss was so passionate, and intense Zhao Lanxiang could barely stand it as she began to feel sweat forming on her palms.12

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He was really... so cool.5

Zhao Lanxiang, who was pressed down by He Songbai in the heat of the moment, could barely sort out all of her feelings, as she was tossed about her hair and clothes becoming more and more messed up.

It was a really violent and inexperienced kiss, like a calf bumping all over the place in the process of learning how to walk, careful, though full of enthusiasm.

After being kissed, Zhao Lanxiang closed her eyes happily, and touched the lingering trace of his lips on hers with her thumb, and asked suspiciously, "Since when did you like me?"

However, the man was already back to laying on the bed indifferently. His head was covered with the quilt as he pretended to fall asleep.

Zhao Lanxiang was not in a hurry. She cleaned up the messy room with a smile and gathered the broken glass bottle pieces. This was her second experience of picking up glass, but this time was with a completely different state of mind. The last time she had a blizzard tormenting her heart, but this time it was as if she were wrapped in honey, her heart felt sweet.

Che...... This dull man. He always acted openly, and no evidence was left behind. Zhao Lanxiang could grow a pair of golden and fiery eyes, but she would not be able to see the thoughts in his heart even then.

Zhao Lanxiang's felt as though she had just eaten a mouthful of sugar, her mouth full of his sweet breath. She couldn't get enough of the aftertaste.

This was a precious tender kiss from the younger, more robust version of her old man.

She pushed him away and got up. Instead of leaving shyly as other girls, she pulled off the man's shrunken "shell" and carefully checked over his wounds again.

She frowned with anxiety, "Put on some clothes. I'll take you to the clinic to have the doctor see this. The injuries on your body is quite scary."

He Songbai lowered his long eyelashes and said lightly, "It's okay. I'm fine."1

His fist clenched tightly under the quilt.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "Let's go check it out. It will put me at ease. I'll get the branch secretary to write an introduction letter."

He Sanya had rushed to her crying, nearly about to collapse, scaring Zhao Lanxiang out of her wits. She hurried back to the He family's home to make sure that He Songbai was alright, but he was quite calm when she arrived. He could even speak and move around. Although there were many wounds on his body, it seemed that he hadn't sustained any internal injuries. However, there was a blood scab on his head, which looked a little scary. Zhao Lanxiang saw this and could not be at ease. They had to go to the hospital to have a doctor take a look at his head.

The coagulated blood on the ground likely did not belong to him, but someone else. If he had lost so much blood, how could he have the energy to toss around and kiss her?

Zhao Lanxiang felt it was both maddening and even a little funny. That group of people was beaten so badly by He Songbai.

At that time, the information she had gleaned from interrogating others, Wang Xizi said some filthy words about the relationship between her and He Songbai. He Songbai raised his fists on impulse without saying anything to teach Wang Xizi a lesson. The people present did not dissuade them from fighting, but instead, they saw He Songbai as an eyesore. So they raised their shovels and hoes to help Wang Xizi fight.9

He Songbai fought in a deadly manner. After seeing blood, the group of people conceded, pressed Wang Xizi's mouth and bowed twice to count as an apology, and He Songbai returned home in this bloody state.

Zhao Lanxiang immediately went to Branch Secretary Li with a pen and paper. There were two big surnames in this village, one being Li and the other He. Many of the families surnamed He shared the same ancestors as He Songbai. Some once worked as servants in the He family and then changed their surname to He, so they were still somewhat related to the He family.

Zhao Lanxiang banged on the door of Branch Secretary Li, and she said, "A group of people beat the second brother of the He family and his head bleeds. I am afraid that his body has fallen ill, and I will immediately take him to the hospital in town for examination."

Branch Secretary Li had just sent away a group of people who came to cry and complain, and now Zhao Lanxiang came.

He felt a headache growing and his face was ugly, "I haven't even asked him to come settle the account yet, but you have come to the door by yourself."

The gentle smile in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes suddenly disappeared. She understood that someone had just come to the office to hold He Songbai accountable for the fight.

"What account, my innocent reputation was slandered by others for no reason. Shouldn't I go and calculate this account first?"

"In addition, only Wang Xizi had a conflict with He's second son at first. But the people who joined later were farmers who were beating him for no reason and were even unilaterally fighting with handheld weapons."