"What are you talking about?" Qin Fen was startled.
Song Yueqin recounted what had happened inside the house to Qin Fen, then burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, "I can’t be without you. You’ve deflowered me, you’re my man."
"Don’t cry," he hugged Song Yueqin tightly, "You can rest assured, the bride price will definitely be paid. You’re my woman, and I’m going to make it official!"
"You’re so kind." As Song Yueqin said this, she hooked her arms around Qin Fen’s neck and brought her lips up to his.
Qin Fen bent down, gripped her lips firmly with his own, and his hands took the chance to reach into Song Yueqin’s clothes.
"Mm... Uh..." Song Yueqin deliberately made those seductive sounds, driving Qin Fen wild with excitement.
Her hands were not idle either; they conveniently unfastened Qin Fen’s belt and slipped inside.
"Oh~" Qin Fen let out a satisfied moan, feeling as if all the hairs on his body were standing on end, "Yueqin, faster! Go faster! Make me feel good!"
Song Yueqin’s lips curled up; just as his expression became more and more eager, she suddenly let go.
Qin Fen opened his eyes, irritated, "Why did you stop? Are you trying to torture me to death?"
Song Yueqin pushed him away, "Didn’t you hear your brother’s footsteps?"
Qin Fen pricked up his ears to listen, and indeed Qin Jian was returning. He quickly let go of Song Yueqin, kissed her on the face, and said, "Wife, wait for my good news."
So, he straightened his clothes and headed toward the house first.
Song Yueqin lifted the corners of her mouth and followed him out.
At the corner, she happened to come across Qin Jian pulling the wooden cart back, his honey-colored muscles glistening enticingly in the sunlight.
Her heartbeat quickened, and mustering her courage, she greeted him, "Big Brother Qin!"
Qin Jian ignored her, continuing straight ahead.
Just as they were about to pass each other, Song Yueqin, in a stroke of desperate ingenuity, quickly stuck her foot under the wheel of the wooden cart.
Her foot jammed the wheel, and Qin Jian pulled but couldn’t move it, then heard the painful cry from Song Yueqin, "Ah—!"
Only then did he realize that her foot was trapped.
Qin Jian stopped the cart to check on her.
But Song Yueqin couldn’t let him look. Because one look would reveal she had done it on purpose.
Just as Qin Jian had walked behind her, Song Yueqin forcefully pulled her foot out.
If her timing was perfect, by the time Qin Jian got to her, she would be able to fall right into his arms.
The thought of being held by him filled her with happiness.
So, just as Qin Jian had reached her, Song Yueqin deliberately used a lot of force to yank her foot out.
Qin Jian was about to kneel and check on Song Yueqin when he saw her falling toward him.
He agilely sidestepped, avoiding Song Yueqin, and watched as she fell flat on her back with a thud.
Song Yueqin’s plan fell through, making her the fool, and her face flushed with embarrassment.
Seeking to regain some dignity, she reached out her hand to Qin Jian, "Big Brother Qin, could you give me a hand?"
Qin Jian’s gaze quickly swept the ground, and he walked around Song Yueqin without assisting her, "Sorry, I don’t like physical contact with any woman other than An Hao!"