Zhang Xiaoshan came to the village chief Wu Daming’s front door as planned.
At that moment, under the big locust tree outside the door, a woman with a voluptuous figure, dressed in skin-tight yoga clothes and sporting a bun, was striking an extremely difficult hip-opening pose, one foot raised and resting on the trunk.
It was the village chief’s wife, Jia Lanhua.
When Wu Daming announced over the loudspeaker for Zhang Xiaoshan to come to his house, Jia Lanhua had put on makeup and slipped into that body-hugging outfit, purposefully flaunting her enchanting figure in front of Zhang Xiaoshan.
To put it bluntly, she was blatantly seducing Zhang Xiaoshan at that moment. Thıs content belongs to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
The instant Zhang Xiaoshan caught sight of Jia Lanhua’s impressive figure, his eyes glued themselves to her.
He couldn’t look away.
Especially when Jia Lanhua executed that difficult pose, Zhang Xiaoshan even began to fantasize that he was that locust tree, his breathing turning rapid and fervent as if Jia Lanhua’s jade leg was resting on his shoulder.
He involuntarily thought back to his last intimate encounter with Jia Lanhua.
That feeling, truly unforgettable, and that was just from a close encounter, what if he could have Jia Lanhua? How wonderful would that be?
As he delved deeper into the cultivation of the Nine Dragon Skill, his desire in that regard grew stronger.
Jia Lanhua felt the burning gaze.
And there she saw Zhang Xiaoshan’s eyes, greedily appraising her proud figure.
She put on an angry façade, her eyes wide open, and scolded Zhang Xiaoshan.
"You little rascal, what are you staring at? Believe it or not, I’ll have the village chief come out and gouge your eyeballs out?"
Zhang Xiaoshan had an extraordinary sense for detecting emotions, and although Jia Lanhua’s words were harsh, there wasn’t a trace of anger in her tone, especially with a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth – all of which Zhang Xiaoshan’s eyes could not miss.
So he was certain Jia Lanhua wasn’t really angry; she was just teasing him.
Or rather, this was flirting.
This Jia Lanhua was bold enough, and quite tempting. With her own man inside, she dared to behave with him...
"Sister Lanhua, with such a great figure, what’s wrong with me taking a few extra glances? I even want to take a few photos."
"Take photos, what do you need photos for?"
Jia Lanhua gave Zhang Xiaoshan a sultry glare.
Zhang Xiaoshan revealed a sly smile and said.
"Of course, to keep as a treasure. Sister Lanhua, with a figure and face like yours, you’re far better than those international models. Whenever I want to see you, I can just take a look, or I could sell them as pinups in the city – one thousand a piece; surely many would want to buy them."
Zhang Xiaoshan spoke with animated expression and sincerity.
Jia Lanhua, lacking in romance experience, was utterly bewitched.
More importantly, she was confident in her appearance and figure. Indeed, she was more beautiful than those celebrities, how could those vulgar women in the city compare to her?
"Of course, Sister Lanhua, you have the beauty to cause the downfall of cities, a celestial nymph."
"Your arrival in White Dragon Village is the fortune of the men here, otherwise where would we find such a gorgeous woman to appreciate?"
Zhang Xiaoshan looked utterly serious.
How could any woman resist sweet nothings like these? If it was those playgirl types from the city, perhaps they’d be accustomed to it, but Jia Lanhua, always trapped in a backwater like White Dragon Village, faced with Wu Daming, that insensitive brute, had seldom had the chance to hear such praise. She was even bordering on depression.
She used to be a dancer and entertainer; she had dreamt countless times of a romantic love story, meeting a gentleman who would cherish her, but alas, due to reality, she was forced to marry the crass Wu Daming, a man whose every action repulsed her. In the whole White Dragon Village, only the fair-skinned and handsome Zhang Xiaoshan could stir her heart.
That’s why even though she clearly knew Zhang Xiaoshan had spied on her bathing that day, she hadn’t told Wu Daming, because deep down, she was happy, she was pleased.
She hoped Zhang Xiaoshan would enter her life.
But how could she make Zhang Xiaoshan surrender to her whims? That was the question.
"Sister Lanhua, what’s the matter?"
Seeing Jia Lanhua lost in thought, Zhang Xiaoshan inquired, puzzled.