America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Dark as ink.

The starry sky in Montana is so low that it feels like you could reach out and pluck a star from the sky.

But on the ground, the wild wind was whipping up dry, rolling grass, slamming it against the wooden fence with a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Chen An walked through the dilapidated barbed wire fence between the two farms.

He didn't use a flashlight.

Darkness is the best camouflage. For him now, this act of sneaking into his neighbor's property...

It stirred his heart, which had been dormant in his mundane life for so long.

This restlessness is not fear, but an excitement mixed with taboo, desire for conquest, and desire for control.

One hundred meters.

That was the distance from Chen An's dilapidated house to Miller's red barn.

As you get closer, the dry, cold air is gradually replaced by a rich, warm scent.

That's the unique smell of cow dung, silage, milk, and animal body heat mixed together.

What might smell foul to city dwellers is the smell of life and the smell of wealth to farmers.

The side door of the barn was ajar, letting out a sliver of dim light, like a lighthouse swaying in a dark ocean, guiding lost ships back to port.

Chen An stopped at the door and glanced back at the white main house a few dozen meters away.

It was pitch black and deathly silent there. Clearly, the effects of those few cans of cheap Budweiser and the alcohol were significant.

That was enough to turn Tom Miller into a lifeless corpse that night.

"Squeak—"

Chen An pushed open the side door, slid in sideways, and gently locked the latch with his backhand.

The sound of the wind was instantly shut out.

The barn was at least ten degrees warmer than the outside. Inside the vast space, dozens of Holstein cows were ruminating on piles of hay.

Occasionally, it flicks its tail to shoo away non-existent flies. The pipes of the automated milking equipment meander overhead like giant silver blood vessels.

Deep inside the barn, next to the control panel, stood a plump figure.

It's Sarah.

She changed her clothes.

The tight cardigan and yoga pants were gone by dinner time, replaced by an extremely loose men's plaid shirt, which looked like Tom's old clothes.

The shirt was long, the hem barely covering the upper part of her thighs, and through the side slit and her bare calves...

She appeared to be wearing nothing underneath, or perhaps just a very short pair of shorts.

This kind of "borrowing a boyfriend/husband's shirt" look is innocently sexy when worn by a slender young girl.

But on Sarah, a mature and voluptuous married woman, it was a blatant form of visual violence, almost as if the buttons were about to burst open.

Hearing the door open, Sarah turned around abruptly.

When she saw that the person who came was Chen An, her tense and anxious face instantly relaxed.

Instead, there was an undisguised joy and a hint of flustered shyness.

"Oh God...you've really come."

Sarah walked over quickly.

Whether it was from working or from nervousness, her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and her messy golden hair clung to her cheeks.

As she moved, her large, heavy breasts, like a full moon, surged freely beneath her oversized shirt, a sight that was mesmerizing.

"If I don't come, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink milk tomorrow."

Chen An spoke in a relaxed tone, not showing any signs of urgency, but instead his gaze gently fell upon her.

Finally, she stopped at a wrench she was clutching tightly in her hand. "This thing looks a bit out of place in your hands. Give it to me."

He reached out and took the heavy pipe wrench from Sarah's hand.

Sarah's fingers trembled as she intertwined them.

"Over there...over there." Sarah took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound like she was talking about work.

"The vacuum pump valve seems to be stuck; the pressure isn't building up. Before, Tom could just kick it a couple of times and it would be fine, but I've been trying for ages..."

"lead the way."

The two walked up to the row of stainless steel equipment.

Sure enough, the pressure gauge needle remained stuck in the red zone. A cast iron valve connected to the main pipeline appeared to be jammed due to corrosion or overload.

This location is tricky; it's inside the machine, right next to the wall.

"The space here is too cramped," Chen An gestured. "I have to squeeze in."

"I'm sorry... these old things should have been replaced a long time ago." Sarah stood awkwardly to one side, twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands.

"If Tom hadn't used last year's subsidies to gamble on football, we could have gotten a fully automatic system..."

Chen An didn't reply. He took off his coat and threw it on a haystack, revealing only a black T-shirt that showed off the smooth and firm muscle lines on his arms.

He squeezed sideways into the narrow gap and used pipe wrenches to hold the valve shut.

"I'm going to push now. Sarah, shine a light for me."

"Okay, okay."

Sarah quickly picked up the work light next to her and came over.

But because the space was so cramped, she had to practically press herself against Chen An's back in order for the light to reach the valve.

Chen An could clearly feel two incredibly soft and elastic mounds behind him, and could even feel them rising and falling with her breath.

The grapes, through the thin fabric of his shirt, brushed against his back almost imperceptibly.

It was an extremely agonizing yet extremely enjoyable sensation.

"Well……"

Chen An grunted and exerted force in his arm.

"Squeak—click!"

The stubborn valve finally let out a mournful cry and loosened a turn.

"It moved! It moved!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly, her body involuntarily pressing forward even more.

Her body emanated a rich, mature feminine fragrance, mixed with the lavender scent of her shower gel.

In this enclosed corner filled with the scent of male hormones, it seeped into Chen An's nasal cavity like poison.

Chen An loosened the pliers and turned around.

Because the space was too narrow, when he turned around, he was almost pressed against the salad.

The tips of their noses were less than two centimeters apart.

The air seemed to freeze.

All that could be heard were the heavy chewing sounds of the cows around them and their suddenly rapid, heavy breathing.

The dim light shone on Sarah's profile, reflecting the tears welling up in her eyes.

Her lips were slightly parted, rosy and full, like ripe cherries waiting to be picked.

"Ann..." Sarah's voice became hoarse and trembled slightly, "Thank you."

"It's just fixing a valve," Chen An said in a deep, magnetic voice, his hand remaining firmly planted.

Instead, they braced themselves against the walls on either side of Sarah's body, completely confining her in this small space.

This is an extremely aggressive posture.

"No, it's not just the valves."

Sarah looked up, her eyes filled with sweet affection as she gazed at the Eastern boy who was more than ten years younger than her. "Yes...it's everything."

"Without you, I really don't know what I would have done tonight. That bastard only curses in his dreams, and I... I can't even tighten a single screw."

The grievances, loneliness, and the long-neglected solitude erupted at this moment, fueled by the night and alcohol.

"You need someone to help you tighten the screws."

Chen An lowered his head, his lips almost touching her ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "You still need someone to share your weight, don't you?"

Sarah shuddered, as if struck by a willow branch; her knees buckled, and she almost lost her balance.

"Ann...no...Tom's right here..."