Sweet nothings have a huge impact on a woman.
Especially for Jia Lanhua.
Jia Lanhua was truly a great beauty; had she been in a big city, she would have been highly sought after, with countless wealthy young masters scheming to win her over.
Unfortunately, this was the secluded White Dragon Village, a remote and wild hamlet, where the men were rough around the edges. Wu Damming was an old man; how could he possibly know how to compliment a woman?
Being praised, and by a young, handsome man at that, how could her mood not improve?
Zhang Xiaoshan saw his chance and didn’t hesitate to reply.
"Of course, those city girls all rely on makeup and dressing up, just vulgar rouges and powders. But Sister Lanhua, you’re different—you’re a natural beauty without makeup, and your figure is so great too. If I had to choose, I would definitely want you as my girlfriend."
"Giggle giggle giggle..."
Jia Lanhua immediately laughed so hard that her branches shook, her chest heaving, and Zhang Xiaoshan felt a bit fired up.
"You sweet-talking kid, like honey’s on your lips. But why are you calling me ’sister’? You should call me ’auntie’; you’re messing up the seniority."
"Hehe, Sister Lanhua, you’re not even that old, you look more like a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old college student. Calling you ’sister’ already makes you sound too old."
In a backwater like White Dragon Village, married to an old block of wood like Wu Damming, Jia Lanhua’s life could be said to have no interest at all. Now, being flirted with by Zhang Xiaoshan, not only was she not angry, but she was in great spirits.
"I’m really afraid of your clever tongue, you really know how to lick."
"Forget it, if you want to call me ’sister’ then do; I won’t stop you. But it can only be in private; don’t let others hear it, to avoid gossip in the village. I don’t care, but Wu Damming, that old coot, is petty, and you don’t want him to make life difficult for you afterward."
Zhang Xiaoshan felt delighted inside, Jia Lanhua was already beginning to consider things for him; this was definitely promising.
He had to find an opportunity to make Jia Lanhua his.
"Sister Lanhua, don’t worry, I’ll keep it within bounds."
"By the way, Sister Lanhua, what is it that Wu Damming wanted with me? Can you give me the inside story?"
Jia Lanhua hadn’t even got to answer when suddenly, the ground beneath her disappeared, and she lost her balance and fell off the small stool.
Zhang Xiaoshan hurried forward to help her up.
Jia Lanhua collided into Zhang Xiaoshan’s embrace.
The two were pressed tightly together.
In that moment, Jia Lanhua felt as though she had been electrified, her body trembling lightly, a different kind of sensation stirring from the depths of her heart, a throbbing she had never felt before. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
How could a young body compare with the likes of Wu Damming, that useless old thing?
Shamelessly, she deliberately rubbed against Zhang Xiaoshan, deeply feeling the body of the young man.
Strong, sunny, young, warm, with a sense of security—Wu Damming was a far cry from this.
When she married Wu Damming, she was only twenty-eight, but he was already fifty-two, older than her deceased father by a year—a typical May-December marriage. If it hadn’t been for the sudden bankruptcy and disbanding of the county drama troupe, and as she was considered a bit older for a woman in the countryside, with some materialistic demands as well, how could it have been Wu Damming’s turn?
In the five years since they married, Wu Damming had been completely useless in bed, unattractive and incompetent. The two of them had never had an actual intimate marital life; they weren’t even on the same wavelength mentally, let alone having a common language. Normal communication was difficult, and they would argue every few days.
Loneliness, solitude, discontentment, helplessness, bitterness.
This was Jia Lanhua’s most genuine feeling over the years.
Therefore, she had always wanted to find a man who could give her the feeling of passion, to accompany her.
Even if the two couldn’t become husband and wife, they could still warm her in another role.
At this moment, wasn’t Zhang Xiaoshan holding her the best choice?
She leaned in even closer.