Lin Xiaoyao's face turned red in an instant, and he suddenly rushed into Wu Miaoke's arms and said, "Mom!"--The scene was too beautiful for me to dare to look. The most important thing was that I couldn't get rid of them at that moment. But the advantage of speaking straightforwardly was that, at that moment, I was much more relaxed in front of them.
Before, I felt guilty for being close to Wu Miaoke. But now that they have made their relationship clear, I don't have to worry about who to feel guilty towards. Lin Xiaoyao was persuaded by Wu Miaoke, and she even firmly believed that they, the mother and daughter pair, could definitely defeat that annoying woman outside.
We are no worse than her; our friendship is stronger than the flesh on our chests, and we should stand together. I left the room, feeling a headache coming on. Dealing with two women was enough of a headache, and now there were three. How am I supposed to handle this?--The policewoman definitely doesn't like me, but this two-faced woman always tries to flirt with me one way or another, which makes Lin Xiaoyao green with envy. And it's thanks to Wu Miaoke's composure that there hasn't been a fight even during dinner.
After dinner, the policewoman set up her tent outside. My father called me, "Xiaofan, come out. I have something to tell you."
I went out with a headache. What could my father want to talk to me about? He must also be like my grandmother, educating me to treat Lin Xiaoyao well, and not get too close to the policewoman. But I was wrong. My father didn't gossip like that. He called me out not to talk about Lin Xiaoyao, but to discuss matters in the ancestral hall. He said, "Xiaofan, you've been getting close to San Shui Uncle recently. I didn't go this time, but I've heard about it. That Fatty Mr. Liu has real skills. Haven't you gone to ask him about the red coffin in the ancestral hall?"
"No, it's really difficult. Several times, I'd wanted to, but Fatty came to see us more often than Second Uncle. Not just him, it's really strange that he's different from Uncle Xu. Uncle Xu is a Daoist practitioner and believes in fate, but why did this Fatty come to our Lin family village with San Shui Uncle? This is what I've been thinking about these past few days. What is he after? It's not about suspecting him. Mainly, I just want to understand what he wants. Only then will I have the courage to ask for help. Troubling him once about such a dangerous matter is enough. I can't keep troubling him." I told my father my suspicions about Fatty.
"Wow, this matter is strange. I've been paying attention to the ancestral hall lately, fearing that the thing inside might come out and cause trouble. Other families might say they're afraid, but those who haven't experienced it for themselves won't understand how terrifying it is." My father sighed.
Seeing my father's increasingly gloomy face, I couldn't help but worry and said, "Dad, I'll handle this matter. Don't think too much. Your complexion doesn't look good."
My father nodded. Since he gave me the "pipe of life", he quit smoking. I was about to go back in when he said, "Xiaofan, why don't your mother and I sleep outside tonight? That policewoman is your friend and it's not nice to make her sleep outside."
"Don't worry about her. She won't die, and besides, you don't know city people. They think sleeping in a tent is fashionable, and they don't like beds!" After that, I returned to the yard.
With three women in the yard, it goes without saying that there's bound to be hidden agendas between them. It was only late at night that everything quieted down. Before going to sleep, I asked Second Uncle about Lin Er Duo's matter. In my subconscious mind, Second Uncle was definitely more badass than Fatty Liu. A silent person instilled more trust than a talkative person.
"This matter is tricky, Xiaofan. In many cases, you shouldn't consider everything in terms of supernatural phenomena. Lin Er Duo lost his soul last time, but to those who don't believe in these things, he had a strange illness. Now that he's recovering from his serious illness, his body is showing some special reactions, changing. In the world you lived in, there were definitely many such cases. I'm saying this to you: don't get bogged down in unfounded speculation. It's easy to get stuck in a dead-end." Second Uncle, a standard witch doctor in my mind, was actually advising me to believe in science.
I felt a headache coming on, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was incredibly suspicious about this matter. However, I thought thinking about it further would only make me more tired. What's most important right now is that I don't know when Fatty will leave. Handling the matters in the ancestral hall before he leaves is the priority. In this internal struggle, I drifted off to sleep, only to be abruptly woken by a knocking on the wall next door.
Who is next door? It goes without saying that it's that peculiar mother and daughter. What are they doing knocking on the wall in the middle of the night? Obviously, they're trying to provoke me. But their courage is a bit too much. I'm not sleeping alone; there's a Second Uncle next to me!
Their actions scared me and made me instantly alert. I looked at Second Uncle, but I didn't know whether he was really asleep or just pretending to be asleep. In any case, he lay there with his eyes closed. There's always a sense of fortune in such situations, that maybe, just maybe, Second Uncle didn't hear it. He was sleeping very deeply!
I lay in bed with this sliver of hope in my mind. I'm a young man in the prime of my life, and at night, thoughts run wild. In the next room, there lay two women I had coveted for years, and this knocking on the wall was like a scratch, igniting a raging fire in the heart of this virgin.
After a couple of minutes, the wall knocking began again. At night, people tend to become restless. I remembered the pure white of Wu Miaoke's body that I saw at eleven, the two of us barely clinging to life in the hospital, her soft whispers being like a fire in winter, thoroughly igniting me.
This was a calling, absolutely a call! Even if I go, I'm just an animal; if I don't go, I'm even less than an animal! I went out of the room, the generosity of conventional ethics and morality -- the difference in status -- was mere nonsense at this moment. I opened the door to the room the mother and daughter were in.
Almost the moment I opened the door, a hand grabbed me. When I touched that round, soft hand, my body no longer belonged to me.
With just a gentle force, she pulled me into a soft and tender, slightly cold body. This person was not wearing clothes!
I was gasping heavily, my mind was blank. I'd irresistibly drawn her into my arms, wishing to absorb her into myself. This feeling, having two people inside, and a sober Second Uncle in the next room, made me feel on the brink of madness. I picked up that person in my arms, and below, my little brother was continuously moving as if seeking its coveted destination.
Suppressing a soft gasp, the person in my arms let out quiet gasps. From the voice and the familiar touch, I knew that the person in my arms was the person I had longed for, Wu Miaoke for more than a decade.
I picked her up and fumbled to find the bed in the darkness. Then I pressed against her body. In this respect, men are simply proficient. His hands naturally roamed on the delicate skin, kneading and grasping. Her panting beneath me stimulated me even more.
She was scorching hot, like a wolf at thirty and a tiger at forty.
Her hands clung to my neck, even more passionately than I did to her.
Until her hands moved down and touched fabric.
This was the only strip of clothing on her body.
I grabbed it and pulled it down. A hand naturally slipped into the triangular area.
Finally, I could confirm that it was indeed smooth.