My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet of the urban village late at night. Immediately afterwards, one could faintly hear Bao Yazhong's heavy, labored breathing, like an old ox pulling a broken cart.

This is not over yet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next second, the sound of the bed shaking violently and hitting the wall, like dense drumbeats, clearly penetrated the thin brick wall that was not soundproof, making the plaster on Su Ming's side of the wall seem to be falling off.

Su Ming was completely petrified.

His face darkened, and he cursed inwardly: This Bao Yazhong really has no manners at all! The wall is as thin as paper, and he's making such a racket next door. Is he afraid that others won't hear him?

Just as Su Ming was so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Xiao Mei, who was sitting next to him, suddenly started laughing absentmindedly.

She reached out her hand, painted with red nail polish, and gently tugged at the hem of Su Ming's shirt. Then, she slowly brought her red lips to Su Ming's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered in a seductive, extremely low voice, "Ming-ge, did you hear the noise next door?"

Xiao Mei's soft body pressed against Su Ming's arm, intentionally or unintentionally—it was incredibly bold and stimulating!

The strong, cheap perfume emanating from her, mixed with the unique scent of a young girl, assaulted Su Ming's nostrils. Even worse, when she pressed against him, her soft breasts pressed tightly against his arm; through the thin fabric, their warmth and elasticity were so palpable it sent chills down his spine.

Su Ming's body trembled slightly, and he instinctively shrank to the side. He turned to look at Xiao Mei, his voice tight: "Xiao Mei, don't do this."

He intended to put on a stern face, but as soon as the words came out, his tone softened as if he were begging for mercy.

Seeing that he wasn't really angry, and didn't push her away like before, Xiao Mei became even bolder. She giggled, and her hand, painted with red nail polish, slowly slid down Su Ming's arm and landed squarely on his thigh.

Then, she began to gently and slowly caress it.

Her movements, while not particularly skillful, carried a raw and straightforward energy, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. Her fingers traced circles through the thin fabric of her trousers, as if playing a silent melody.

"Ming-ge..." Xiao Mei whispered in his ear, her voice low and teasing, "Don't you want to be like them?"

As she spoke, she reached out her other hand, pinched the collar of her T-shirt, and gently pulled it down.

The neckline was already wide, and when it was pulled down, the view inside was completely exposed to Su Ming's eyes—a vast expanse of white skin, with deep cleavage that gleamed alluringly in the dim light.

Xiao Mei's skin wasn't particularly fair, but its advantage lay in her youth—firm, full, and like a freshly picked peach, exuding the unique fragrance of youth. Her two soft mounds were supported by an inexpensive lace bra, creating a striking curve that rose and fell gently with her breath.

Terrible.

This energetic young woman is quite captivating.

Su Ming felt a surge of heat rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to one place. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, he swallowed hard, and his eyes were fixed on that scenery as if drawn by a magnet, unable to look away.

He recalled the noises he had just heard next door—Bao Yazhong's heavy breathing, Xiaoli's suppressed screams, the "bang bang" of the bed hitting the wall... Those sounds acted like a catalyst, exploding in his mind and making his already shaky rationality even more precarious.

Xiao Mei sensed the change in his body, and a smug smile appeared on her lips. Her fingers moved a few more inches up his thigh, almost touching his most sensitive spot.

"Ming-ge..." Her voice softened even more, as soft as cotton candy, sickeningly sweet, "Do you have feelings for me too?"

Su Ming felt a buzzing in his head, as if countless bees were buzzing around. He looked down at the young body beside him, at her face, which appeared somewhat alluring in the dim light, at her deliberately exposed, pale chest…

A powerful urge surged from the depths of his body, like a wild beast that had been caged for too long, desperately pounding against the bars of the cage. He could even hear the cage creaking and groaning, as if it were about to be smashed open at any moment.

He had an urge to push her down.

Just then, Su Ming's cell phone rang.

The ringing was particularly jarring in the quiet room, like a needle piercing the ambiguous and awkward atmosphere.

Su Ming took out his phone and saw three words on the screen: Manager Lin.

His mind went blank, and he froze instantly.

It’s over.

Eight o'clock, under the overpass. Lin Shumei had arranged to meet him that evening!

He had completely forgotten about it!

Su Ming checked the time on his phone; it was already 8:15.

His hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, and his heart was pounding wildly, as if it would burst out of his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then carefully pressed the answer button.

"Feed..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Shumei's voice came through the receiver, cold and hard, like a knife.

"Su Ming, where are you? I can't find you!"

The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried suppressed anger, like the deathly silence before a storm.

Su Ming felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp tingling. He quickly stood up and, as he walked out, explained in a low voice, "Manager Lin, I'm so sorry! I... I just finished eating, I'm coming right now!"

"Just finished eating?" Lin Shumei's voice was even colder, laced with obvious sarcasm. "I already told you to wait for me under the overpass at eight o'clock sharp, and you're still eating?"

Su Ming had already rushed out of the room, across the living room, flung open the front door, and jogged down the stairs. As he ran, he apologized into the phone, "I'm so sorry! I'll be right there! Ten minutes! I'll definitely be there within ten minutes!"

"Listen up..." Lin Shumei's voice was like ice, "If you're not here within ten minutes, don't bother coming back."

"Snapped!"

The phone hangs up.

Su Ming stood in the alley of the urban village, listening to the busy tone of his phone, and paused for a second.

Then he took off running.

The alley was narrow and dark, the streetlights were dim, and the ground was uneven. He ran with uneven steps, almost falling several times, but he dared not stop. When he reached the alley entrance, he looked around and saw a motorcycle taxi approaching from a distance.

"Motorcycle taxi! Motorcycle taxi!" he waved frantically.

The motorcycle stopped in front of him. The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and an impatient expression.

"Where to?"

"Under the overpass! Hurry! I'll pay more!"

"Ten yuan."

"Okay, okay! Let's go!"

Su Ming jumped onto the back seat, and the motorcycle roared off.

The night wind blew in his face, stinging it. He sat in the back seat, anxious and impatient, wishing he could grow wings and fly over.

ten minutes.

Lin Shumei said ten minutes.

But he knew in his heart that it would take at least fifteen minutes to get from here to the bottom of the overpass.

Oh no, I've really offended this woman this time.