Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

After dinner, Gao Jun changed into what he considered his most presentable outfit—a faded sailor shirt, paired with slightly baggy army green trousers, and his canvas shoes were meticulously cleaned.

With a soft creak, the door to the west room opened.

The rough men who were joking with Gao Jun suddenly looked like roosters with their necks being choked, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

Xu Yuecheng's hand holding the cigarette froze.

Xiao Lan came out of the house.

She changed into a fitted floral dress.

The fabric was light and thin, made of polyester, which had only become popular in the city in the last two years. The base color was a tender pale yellow, adorned with tiny white flowers, which made her skin appear so white that it seemed to glow.

The cinched waist design made her waist look incredibly slender, while her chest bulged out in two breathtaking curves that were impossible to look away from. With each breath, the curves seemed to burst through the thin fabric.

Her hair was down, the big, freshly permed waves cascading lazily over her shoulders.

The ends of her hair were still slightly damp, mixed with the pleasant scent of face cream, which drifted into people's noses on the evening breeze.

"Hey, why are you all staring at me? Am I that good-looking?" Xiao Lan stood on the steps, holding a small handbag in her hand, her eyes sparkling, and a half-smile playing on her lips.

"You look amazing! So beautiful! Sister-in-law, you look like a star in a magazine today!"

Gao Jun threw down the rag in his hand, his face flushed with excitement, and he could barely speak, "I thought it was Fei Xiang's sister who came!"

Several bachelors around them joined in the commotion, their eyes practically glued to Xiao Lan.

The sliver of leg peeking out from under the skirt, so white and white, was the most irresistible temptation in this group of men reeking of sweat.

Xu Yuecheng remained squatting there without moving, but the cigarette butt in his mouth had been flattened by his teeth.

What does this woman mean?

Last night, she was still moaning and groaning in his room, grabbing his hand and pressing it against that soft flesh, teasing him so much that he almost lost control.

Today, she turns around and dresses up like a peacock, going to go to the woods to watch a movie with another man?

So last night's whole thing was just to make fun of Xu Yuecheng?

He didn't believe Xiao Lan couldn't see through Gao Jun's scheming nature.

These days, when a man asks a woman to go to the movies alone, the meaning is crystal clear. If he didn't mean it, what decent woman would agree?

What's more, dressed like that, it's practically handing meat to a hungry wolf.

Xiao Lan's gaze passed over everyone's heads and landed squarely on Xu Yuecheng in the shadows.

Seeing the man's face, as black as the bottom of a pot, her smile deepened, and she even went so far as to lift her hand and brush a stray hair behind her ear, a gesture full of allure.

Men are just shameless.

If you try to get close to him, he won't take you seriously.

If you let him see something but not be able to have it, and it's still hanging in someone else's bowl, his possessiveness will be aroused more diligently than anyone else's.

"Let's go, Lao Gao, if we dawdle any longer we'll miss our chance." Xiao Lan withdrew her gaze, lightly jumped down the steps, walked directly to the back seat of Gao Jun's bicycle, and sat down sideways.

The hem of her skirt rose slightly, revealing a section of her rounded knees.

"Alright! Sister-in-law, hold on tight!" Gao Jun seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He stepped onto the stirrups, and the old 28-inch motorcycle carrying the beauty swayed and bumped out of the big iron gate.

As Xu Yuecheng watched the two figures disappear into the alley, he felt as if a damp wad of cotton had been stuffed into his chest, making him feel suffocated and congested.

He suddenly stood up, spat fiercely, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, and stomped it out.

"Damn it..."

He cursed, but it was unclear whether he was cursing the brainless Gao Jun or that seductive vixen.

Or perhaps it's that useless version of myself.

……

The movie theater in the county town was packed with people, the air was stuffy and hot, filled with the aroma of roasted melon seeds and the smell of sweat.

The large ceiling fan overhead was spinning loudly, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in people's hearts.

On the big screen, "Romance on Lushan Mountain" is at its most exciting part.

The female lead, wearing a swimsuit, was frolicking in the water, making a group of men below swallow hard.

Gao Jun sat next to Xiao Lan, his body stiff and his palms sweaty.

His mind wasn't on the movie at all; it was completely on the fragrant body beside him.

In the darkness, their arms were close together.

Xiao Lan's dress had short sleeves, revealing half of her slender arms. The smooth, warm touch occasionally brushed against Gao Jun's rough arms, and with each brush, Gao Jun's heart would pound.

On the screen, the male and female protagonists finally embraced, and the famous fleeting kiss was met with cheers and boos from the entire movie theater.

Gao Jun's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head.

He secretly turned his head to the side, using the little light reflected from the screen to greedily stare at Xiao Lan's profile.

Xiao Lan was looking up at the screen with her head tilted slightly, her slender neck forming a graceful arc, and her lips were red and moist, like ripe cherries waiting to be picked.

If I could just kiss him, I'd do it even if it cost me ten years of my life!

Those lips must be incredibly soft, softer than the softest cotton candy in the world.

With a surge of courage, Gao Jun slowly and tentatively moved his large hand, which had been rubbing against his knee for a long time, toward Xiao Lan.

If we can't kiss for now, how about we hold hands first?

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Xiao Lan's soft hand resting on the armrest, Xiao Lan suddenly raised her hand to fan herself, and then very naturally took out a handkerchief from her bag to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Gao Jun's hand missed its target, hanging awkwardly in mid-air. In the end, he could only pretend to grab a handful of non-existent sunflower seeds and stuff them into his mouth to chew.

Xiao Lan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye and sneered inwardly.

You think you can take advantage of me with such a small trick?

Gao Jun, being such a greenhorn, has never tasted meat before. He wants to eat but doesn't have the guts to force himself on, making him the easiest to deal with.

Unlike Xu Yuecheng, who was reckless and looked fierce, but actually had a higher moral standard than anyone else.

To win over that kind of man, this kind of flirting isn't enough.

You have to use drastic measures, make him anxious, make him jealous, make him feel that if he doesn't act soon, the prize will fall into someone else's bowl.

Although Gao Jun didn't get to hold the little hand after watching the movie, the fire in his heart burned even brighter.

Especially on the way back, Xiao Lan sat in the back seat, her hands only lightly gripping the hem of his clothes.

But the body would occasionally press against his back with the bumps of the road, and the touch of those two soft mounds of flesh was almost killing Gao Jun.

I rode my bicycle all the way back to the courtyard behind the machinery factory.

The moon was already high in the sky, and the alley was quiet except for the chirping of crickets in the corners of the walls.

When they arrived at the gate, Gao Jun stopped the car and watched Xiao Lan get out with reluctance.

"Sister-in-law...did you have a good time tonight?"