Chapter 9 Don't You Want To?_1

Li Qing gave her a sidelong glance, "Why? You don't want to?"

"You really are a tough customer," Yang Xuelan said, her eyes hooked as they swept over Li Qing's lower body.

Having been riled up by Li Qing the day before, as if set on fire, and damp all night long, how could she possibly not want to?

"How about... we do it here then? No one can see inside the haystack."

Watching Yang Xuelan stare at him like that, Li Qing said with some urgency.

Yang Xuelan's gaze was teasingly light, "Look at you, all in a hurry. How can we do it here? If someone passes by above, they'll see everything in a glance."

"Then how about you come to my house tonight?" Li Qing looked around and then suggested.

Yang Xuelan smiled seductively and nodded lightly, "I'll see how things go. If I can get away, I'll come over."

"Great," Li Qing replied joyfully, his gaze still fixed on Yang Xuelan's open neckline.

Yang Xuelan had long noticed Li Qing's gaze and sat down next to him, "What? You can't take it anymore?"

Li Qing nodded; he had been unable to endure it for a while now.

"Can I... touch them first?" Li Qing asked, plucking up his courage.

Yang Xuelan looked around and then thrust out her chest, "Come on, then."

Li Qing's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and even his breathing quickened.

He moved closer to Yang Xuelan, his hands clumsily going for the fastenings of her undergarment.

But he was truly unfamiliar with this object, his hands fumbled for a long time without figuring out how to undo it.

"You silly thing, you're really hopeless," Yang Xuelan remarked upon seeing this and directly flipped up both her clothes and undergarment.

With some violence, she displayed the pair of proud peaks in front of Li Qing.

Li Qing swallowed hard, his large hands enveloping that softness, shamelessly kneading, constantly changing shape at his will.

The firm and soft feeling was so addictive that Li Qing could not stop playing with it.

"That's about enough; what's the use of just touching this? It feels much better when we're doing it," Yang Xuelan slapped Li Qing's hand, speaking quite boldly.

"I want to... now," Li Qing didn't remove his hands and said, gasping for breath.

Yang Xuelan looked around and whispered softly, "Save it for tonight. Let elder sister go now, it's almost noon. Gao Li, that softy, is probably about to come back."

Upon hearing this, Li Qing, feeling reluctant, nibbled twice on those grape-like buds, toying with Yang Xuelan until her eyes became blurry, "You little rascal, you've learned to be bad so quickly."

As she spoke, she pushed away Li Qing's head and quickly straightened her disheveled clothes.

Looking at the high-hung sun, she cursed again, "Gao Li, that lazy bum, who knows where he's gone off to enjoy his luck."

"Qingzi, you should head back first. Come to my house for dinner tonight. Elder sister will cook you a couple of dishes to build up your strength."

"To build up strength, is it to handle you better?" Li Qing asked with a wicked smile.

Yang Xuelan cast a coquettish glance at Li Qing and bit his ear, saying, "Yes, to handle me. To the point where I'm dead alive, if you can make elder sister so spent she can't get up, I'll do it for you every day."

Bang!

Li Qing's unreliable heart made a huge leap again.

Yang Xuelan was nothing short of wild.

He wished he could pin Yang Xuelan down in the haystack that very moment, storm in, and give her a thorough sorting out.

But fearful that Gao Li might suddenly return, he finally had to restrain himself.

After helping Yang Xuelan tidy up a bit, Li Qing went back home first.

Once home, he washed up in a simple way to cool down his heated body.

Cleaning himself up, Li Qing closed the door and went straight to Han Mei's house.

He figured Han Mei must have been back from town for a while by now.

With Huang Xing having settled the purchase, there would likely be plenty of things today; he needed to see if he could offer any help.

As he circled the hedged wall, even before entering the courtyard, Li Qing could already smell a rich meaty fragrance.

He inhaled through his nose and entered the yard, calling out, "Sister-in-law, looks like I'm in for a treat again today."

In the kitchen, Han Mei, wearing a tight tank top and apron, was busy at work. Seeing Li Qing in the yard, she called out with a smile, "You have a sharp nose. I hadn't gotten around to calling you, but you came on your own. We're having chicken today; come help with the fire."

"Alright, sure thing," Li Qing rushed into the kitchen near the entrance, which was almost completely open.

After adding a few sticks of firewood to the stove, Li Qing watched Han Mei's curvaceous figure and couldn't help but become mesmerized.

The tight tank top outlined the curves of Han Mei's upper body to perfection.

From the side, one could faintly see a bit of snow-white skin seemingly on the verge of squeezing out of the tank top.

"Are the wheat crops ripe yet?"

Removing the rubber band from her wrist, Han Mei quickly tied her hair into a neat bun, asking as she did.

With that movement, Li Qing caught a glimpse of even more snow-white skin.

Almost offensively white.

Even without touching, Li Qing could sense that it must be very soft.

Would it be even softer and smoother than Yang Xuelan's if he touched it?

Li Qing's eyes were burning with the thought.