Chapter 1: The Apricots Are Ripe_1

The apricots were ripe, and Li Qing was in the Apricot Garden, helping his sister-in-law, Han Mei, pick the mature Huang Xing apricots.

Han Mei was only twenty-six this year, with a slender figure that held the liveliness of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman.

The weather was hot, and Han Mei had taken off her outer shirt, wearing only a tank top as she moved baskets to and fro under the trees.

Li Qing, picking apricots on the tree, looked down and saw two round, snow-white spheres tightly pressed together, with traces of sweat subtly visible.

Li Qing was momentarily transfixed.

So big!

So white!

Han Mei seemed to sense something, and when she looked up, she caught Li Qing's direct gaze.

With a yelp, she quickly covered the tender white cleavage with her hands.

"You little rascal, find a woman already, your eyeballs are about to fall into the basket," she chided, her face blushing.

Li Qing offered an awkward smile, "Finding someone like you, sister-in-law, isn't that easy. I might as well let my eyeballs fall into the basket."

Han Mei, though she was another man's wife, had a lively disposition.

In days past, she would often share a slightly colorful joke with Li Qing, playing and bickering.

Han Mei gave Li Qing a white look, scolding, "You're as lazy as a donkey, always thinking about getting a piece of your sister-in-law, not afraid of being seen by others."

Li Qing chuckled, "Aren't my hands and feet agile enough? I was more industrious than my brother was when he was alive!"

"Speaking of which, my brother has been gone for so long, don't you have other thoughts at night, sister-in-law??"

"Pah, a dog can't spit out ivory," Han Mei said, somewhat irritated and embarrassed, "Who would want to marry a 'husband-killer' second-hand good?"

"Just pick your apricots!"

Li Qing thought to himself, I'd be quite willing.

An attractive and virtuous woman, who wouldn't love that?

It's just that Han Mei's reputation was indeed not very good.

Her husband had died during their wedding night; it was said that just as they were about to consummate the marriage, he had breathed his last.

From then on, Han Mei had been regarded by the villagers as an ill omen.

No matter how beautiful she was, people kept their distance.

With that in mind, Li Qing stole another glance and saw Han Mei had let go of her hands in front, exposing the tender white mounds almost escaping the neckline, which reignited Li Qing's raucous thoughts.

"Hey, damn it!"

The head full of wild thoughts, Li Qing stepped on nothing by accident.

He fell straight down, and as luck would have it, he crashed right onto Han Mei, who was under the tree.

Fortunately, the tree wasn't very high, only about two meters, so although they were a jumbled mess, there was no serious injury.

"So... big."

Li Qing was now lying in a very awkward position on top of Han Mei, his nose filled with her delicate fragrance.

"Don't move, I think I sat on a branch, it's stabbing me painfully," Han Mei grimaced as she reached her hand down to feel for it.

With that touch, her face suddenly became red as fire and she jerked her hand back as if struck by lightning.

"You... you... don't get any wild ideas! Are you hurt?" Han Mei's pretty face was flushed, and she was somewhat flustered.

At that moment, her hand had made it clear what that 'branch' was.

The size, the heat, it all threw her heart into chaos.

Li Qing hurriedly got up, looked down at his calf which was scratched and bleeding, and said with a laugh, "It's nothing, just a scratch, I'll just bandage it when I get back."

Han Mei's face flushed, and when she saw Li Qing's calf, she exclaimed in alarm, "Such a big cut and it's nothing? Hurry home, I'll wash the wound for you."

"Oh... okay."

Han Mei lived on the other side of the ridge in a small courtyard with three brick-and-tile rooms.

Although she lived alone, Han Mei kept the courtyard exceptionally tidy.

"Come inside quickly!" Han Mei urged, lifting the bead curtain.

"Okay."

The moment Li Qing settled down in the room, Han Mei rushed over with gauze and hydrogen peroxide.

"It's going to hurt a bit, just bear with it."

Grasping Li Qing's strong and muscular calf, Han Mei's emotions surged tumultuously as she remembered the fiery sensation she had just caught.

She often heard phrases like 'unfaithful Lothario', but she never expected to find a real specimen in her brother-in-law.

She collected her thoughts and began treating Li Qing's wound.

The hydrogen peroxide poured on the rolled-up flesh hurt so much that Li Qing sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, and his right hand subconsciously grabbed the object in front of him.

Soft?

Oh crap!

Li Qing looked down abruptly and locked eyes with an embarrassed and angry Han Mei, only to realize his hand was clutching the proud fullness at the front of Han Mei's chest!

So soft, and tender!

For a moment, Li Qing simply couldn't let go!

"Let go of me now!"

Han Mei bit her lip and gave him a glaring look with blushing cheeks.

Embarrassed, Li Qing quickly withdrew his hand, "Sister-in-law, this... I really didn't do it on purpose."

"It looks like this hand of yours deserves a good lesson!" Han Mei glanced at him sideways and slapped his hand.

The look she gave him nearly dazzled Li Qing.

A little tent popped up instantaneously.

Han Mei caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and her cheeks turned crimson with sudden embarrassment.

Her breath unsteady and a bit flustered, she quickly finished cleaning his wound and bandaged it.

"Alright, you can sit for a while, then you'd better hurry back. I, I'm going to take a shower," Han Mei said in a rush.

Li Qing, hands covering the little tent awkwardly, managed a response.

The sound of water pattering soon filled the courtyard.

Just as Li Qing had calmed his emotions, the image of Han Mei taking a shower inexplicably popped into his head.

Water splashing against her snow-white, enchanting body, tiny pinks trembling amongst the water droplets...

While he was thinking, a sharp scream suddenly came from the simple toilet.

Li Qing turned swiftly and rushed to the door, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"The… the water pipe burst." Inside, the sound of footsteps was chaotic; Han Mei seemed to be jumping around.

"Let me help," Li Qing shouted.

"No, don't; I… I'm not wearing any clothes," Han Mei cried out as if she'd suddenly realized the situation.

Before she could finish her sentence, Li Qing violently pushed open the latched door.

"Ah... Get out," Han Mei exclaimed, quickly crouching down on the ground to cover most of her body.

Though the essentials were obscured, Li Qing couldn't help but feel his heart heat up at the sight of her mostly bare, backlit body.

Especially that round and perky behind, it made Li Qing swallow hard, thinking that taking her from behind would be unbearably stimulating!