Bai Fumei in the 70’s

As soon as her voice fell, the man's ears flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye. His breathing was so heavy that he could not contain it.

He gasped, "Don't, don't talk nonsense."

If he doesn't sleep outside, does she wants him to stay with her?

He Songbai looked at the only bed in the room, which could barely be regarded as a double bed, his throat rolled dry and rolled again.

Zhao Lanxiang rolled over, squatted down to open the wooden box, and said lightly, "If you are assured of leaving me, a girl, at the hotel. What if there are bad people at night?"

He Songbai's eyebrows knotted when he heard this.

There are the so-called poor mountains and bad rivers which had a lot of troublesome people. The place is poor and backward, and there are often traffickers who abduct people. Traffickers abduct not only children but also women. In Hezi village, people don't buy a wife, but He Songbai knew that some poor man who couldn't afford a bridal gift often bought his wife from the traffickers in the deeper ravines.

His girlfriend looks like flowers and jade, and she has no power to restrain chickens...1

But he felt that if he stayed, he would not be much better than those bad guys.2

He Songbai groaned with a headache.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "You don't know how scared I am. I didn't dare to sleep when I was on the train. After finally coming back, you deliberately alienated me like this."

"Okay, just leave if you want to leave... I'll take a shower first, you can help me look outside."

She found clean clothes and stepped into the bathroom.

At this moment, he was guarding outside, only the sound of rustling water could be heard. Bright light poured into the whitewashed wall, and the air was filled with a clear and elegant fragrance of lemon, and the warm and sweet smell of a woman came from the bathroom.

The enclosed space started to feel as hot as a steamer.

He Songbai stood by the wall, staring at the door with pitch-black eyes, controlling his mind, his thoughts began to diverge, and he could kick this simple wooden door open with one kick.

His face is getting weird.

Until Zhao Lanxiang came out of the shower, she wiped her hair with a towel and called the man to make her bed.

"It's been a day since I lifted these tens of pounds of boxes, and my arms are sore."

He Songbai has to make the bed.

He carefully flattened the sheets. His black, rough hands rested on the white quilt, which was extremely unsightly. This is a pair of hands that belong to the peasant, and they work with hoes and mud all day long, covered with thick calluses.

When he made the bed, Zhao Lanxiang immediately got into the bed and kicked him, "Are you going to take a shower too?"

"The accommodation fees have been paid, and money that was paid has to be earned back."

He Songbai was kicked in the chest by her white and tender feet, and his heart was crisp.1

"Alright."

She is a person who loves cleanliness. The sweaty smell of his body must be unbearable for her.

Zhao Lanxiang took out a brand new set of men's long gowns that he had hidden under the box and handed them to him for him to take in for a change.

He Songbai stared at the gray long sleeves, his breath was so heavy that he couldn't contain it. The girlfriend's suitcase even carried his clothes with her, showing that the trip tonight has been premeditated.2

This warm and daring woman really wanted to torture him to death.1

Seeing him staring at the clothes for a while, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but feel angry and pushed him into the bathroom.

The hotel for three yuan a night is so high-level that He Songbai can't imagine. He doesn't know how to use the shower above his head, and just washing his face with the tap. Zhao Lanxiang taught him how to turn on the shower, and the dripping water curtain suddenly poured down on his head. He Songbai wiped the cold water off his face with his hand.

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put the clothes down, get out of the bathroom, and into the soft bed.

She waited and waited for a long time before the man came out. The skin exposed outside has turned red.

"Are you still going?"

Her curved eyes were like a clear spring, and the shimmering light in her eyes seemed to shed like broken mercury, falling on the curled and thick eyelashes, flashing.

He Songbai groaned sullenly, "I'll hit the floor and guard you."

As he said that, he put the spare straw mat from the room on the ground, and lay flat on his back. He washed the dirty clothes he had changed, hung them under the fan, and waited for them to be dried to cover the body.

Zhao Lanxiang only pursed her lips and smiled.

This man is really pure and stupid.

If it changed to another man, this time you should probably move your hands and feet distractedly, no matter where you can hold it. Zhao Lanxiang is angry and feels funny, but she also presses the thought with confidence.

Of course, she didn't want to do anything. Although she missed her old man's love and coveted his young and strong body, she had long been ascetic by his nearly perfect self-control.

But of course, Zhao Lanxiang refused to let him go like this. At this moment, her mind was so clear that she leaned on the edge of the bed, propped a pair of pink-white lotus arms, leaned on the pillow, and looked down at him.

"How are you doing these days?"

He Songbai's head leaned against the cold floor and said dully, "Very good."

There is no shortage of food or clothing. These days are better than before.

But every day he misses her, his mind and body. After walking for a few days, her room was empty, thinking about her until he couldn't think anymore.

She has a strong sense of existence. When he is hungry, he can think of her when he eats, and when he sees her stitches when he is wearing clothes, he also thinks of her. When he goes to the pig farm, people occasionally mention her and he thinks of her.

This woman is really enough to torture people.

If she walks away from here and never comes back, she can also take away his heart!2

Fortunately, she was back again, back on time, and now she was washed and fragrant, dragging her two snow-white arms before his eyes.

He Songbai's eyes are dark and thick, as thick as ink that had been overturned.

He looked up at the woman next to the bed without turning his eyes. Two buttons on her loose shirt were unbuttoned, revealing fair plumpness.

His brain is hot and his nose is itchy. He remained expressionless on his face and looked like he was about to fall asleep. The rapid throbbing of his chest revealed his guilty conscience, but the dirtiness of a man makes him unable to look away. Well, he just takes a look.1

He didn't move his hands.

"Brother, are you hungry?" the woman asked suddenly, her voice crisp and soft.20

He Songbai was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. He swallowed his throat and swallowed his saliva, and reprimanded with difficulty: "Sleep well, don't think so much."

Ask a man if he is hungry at this time?4

The blood in his body rushed down uncontrollably, his nose expanded a little, and his breathing became muddy, but he held his breath and easily did not reveal his embarrassment. He grabbed the half-dried clothes and covered himself.

Zhao Lanxiang got off the bed, squatted down and searched for the box, and found a pack of moon cakes inside.

"What kind of flavor do you like to eat?"8

Having said that, she found out the moon cakes with lotus seed paste and yellow stuffing. She knew that her old men liked this popular taste the most. Drinking with tea would relieve the sweetness and greasiness, and the moon cakes were sweet and fragrant.

She took out the broken tea leaves and asked the hotel for a pot of boiling water.

In the middle of the night, she sat cross-legged on a chair, made a pot of tea, and gave him a cup. The browned mooncake was cut with a knife, revealing the jade-white filling inside, dotted with orange egg cores.

He Songbai suddenly blushed due to misunderstanding, he took a breath and calmed down.6

He also felt the hunger in his stomach. The meal he hurriedly ate before departure in the afternoon was not filling at all. At the moment he smelled the scent, he quickly got up and picked up a lotus cake.

The moon cake exudes the unique sweet fragrance of lotus seeds, soft and waxy. The soft lotus paste melts in the mouth, the slightly astringent tea mouth, mixed with the sweetness of the lotus paste, mixed to form a sweet and delicious taste. The fragrance is long, and the bitterness is full.

Zhao Lanxiang asked, "Did you eat moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

He Songbai shook his head, his sharp and deep eyebrows stretched, his young face showed a faint smile, and suddenly he was greeted with a dazzling look.

"But I have it now, it's delicious."

"Then you have to try more." The woman's cheeks were covered with a shallow pear vortex, and she said crisply.

This was the first time He Songbai had tasted mooncakes in his life. He whispered, looking at the girlfriend's expectant and joyful gaze, his eyebrows stained with a smile.1

"Delicious."1

Really tasty.