Yun Chan didn’t dare shout or struggle, fearing her mother would barge in again, making it difficult to explain. She could only plead softly, "Yang Cheng, stop it. If anyone sees us, how can I continue as village chief?"
The man, whose desires had been stirred, was not so easily appeased. Yang Cheng acted as if he hadn’t heard, his large hand reaching her chest and gently kneading.
A tingling sensation overwheld Yun Chan, making her a bit frantic. She twisted her body, struggling, grabbing Yang Cheng’s hand to stop him from moving around.
"I brought back so many things, more than I promised before. It’s not a problem to collect so interest, right?"
"Besides, once I beco the Enlightennt Master, you also need to have a relationship with . Now, I can’t even touch you? Or are you planning to back out when the ti cos?"
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow at her, then swiftly tore open her clothes, revealing a moon-white peony corset underneath.
On hearing this, Yun Chan felt a bit guilty. She wanted Yang Cheng to be drained by those brides so he wouldn’t cling to her anymore, yet even the smallest thought in her heart was discovered.
Seeing her expression, Yang Cheng knew she genuinely had intentions to renege and was amused despite himself.
"Alright! Yun Chan, you’re using all your tricks against !"
"I... I didn’t an that. It’s just that you haven’t completed your task, so I can’t give you anything yet."
Yun Chan quickly explained, though her words lacked conviction.
"I can spare you for now, but if you don’t keep entertained today, I’ll strike tomorrow and won’t enlighten the brides!"
Yang Cheng released her, no longer holding Yun Chan, maintaining his roguish deanor.
"That won’t do; I’ve already promised the villagers, and those girls have set their dates."
She suddenly panicked, her beautiful eyes filling with tears.
"Then prove yourself."
Yang Cheng grabbed her small hand, guiding it to feel the heat of the dragon between his legs.
That area was hard and hot; Yun Chan felt her cheeks burning instantly. She instinctively wanted to pull away, but he held her firmly.
"I’m really uncomfortable. Help , and I won’t trouble you."
Yang Cheng coaxed her softly, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.
Yun Chan initially intended to refuse, but fearing he’d really drop everything, she shyly reached out.
She hung her head, embarrassed to look that way, knowing even without looking how large it was, sothing one hand couldn’t encircle.
Knowing she lacked experience in this area, Yang Cheng guided her hand to wrap gently around his heat and slowly began to direct her movents.
Yun Chan’s face was so cold and lovely, feeling almost sacred, even doing sothing so brazen didn’t make her seem lewd.
From inside the room, muffled male grunts could be heard, and Yun Chan’s mother, Wen Ying, listening in the courtyard, blushed and slipped quietly into the kitchen for so peace.
Since Yun Chan’s father passed away, she had been alone for a long ti, having felt no man’s touch, so seeing Yang Cheng inevitably stirred so desires.
After a while, she rose to call them for breakfast, but just as she reached to knock on the door, Yang Cheng opened it and stepped out.
He hadn’t fully dressed yet, and despite the release, his impressive size made Wen Ying’s eyes fixate.
Feeling a bit awkward, Yang Cheng nodded to her and went to fetch a basin of water into the room.
It wasn’t until they both washed up that they ca out, Yun Chan’s cheeks flushed, expression unnatural.
"Mom, we’re skipping breakfast; the villagers are waiting for their share!"
After saying this, she hurriedly pulled Yang Cheng away. Only after walking so distance did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Why are you so nervous? Your mom saw last ti; she’s experienced and knows what we’re up to."
Yang Cheng smiled, wrapping his arm around Yun Chan’s waist.
"Don’t do that; if soone sees us later, it’ll be troubleso."
Yun Chan quickly pushed his hand away, and the two walked one after another to the village entrance.
Da Shan and Uncle Pan stood guard at the spot, the entrance filled with goods, and they were categorizing them, making it seem more orderly now.
"Brother Cen, are we handing things out now? I’ll notify everyone!"
Seeing Yang Cheng, Da Shan’s eyes lit up.
"Go ahead."
Yang Cheng waved, walking straight to the car, taking out the wedding dress specifically for Yue Ying.
Monts later, the village entrance was crowded with people; Hidden Cloud Village had never been so lively.
Standing at the front, Yun Chan shouted, "Each household send a representative to collect items. After collecting, sign the register."
The villagers quickly queued up, each family receiving a sack of food, and each person got a new set of clothes.
"Oh my, these clothes are too beautiful! I’d have loved to wear such a gown at my wedding!"
"So much dried at and candy, enough to last a year, surely."
"Little Divine Doctor must have spent a fortune buying so many things!"
After getting their things, each person would bow deeply in gratitude to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng nodded slightly, scanning the crowd, furrowing his brow, "Why don’t I see Yue Ying? Where is she?"
Upon hearing this, Da Shan imdiately replied, "Yue Ying felt unwell earlier, and Aunty Ni helped her back to rest."
"Not well? I’ll go check."
Yang Cheng, carrying the wedding dress, hurried toward Yue Ying’s house.
As soon as he reached the door, Ni Qingyao appeared, joyfully saying, "Xiaochen, you’re back! Hurry inside and check on Yue Ying; she’s having so chest pain."
Hearing this, Yang Cheng wasted no ti, quickly stepping into the house.
At that mont, Yue Ying was turned away from him, her delicate body trembling slightly, appearing to cry.
He promptly set down the wedding dress, concerned, "Yue Ying, turn around, let check if your injury is acting up again."
Just as he reached out to pull Yue Ying, she pushed his hand away, tremulously saying, "Go away, I don’t need you to look!"
"What’s the matter now, you little girl? Has soone bullied you? Tell ; I’ll help sort them out for you!"
Yang Cheng, puzzled, directly kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, grabbing Yue Ying.
The young girl’s face was tear-stained, her nose red with grievances.
"You! You’re the one bullying !"
Seeing him, Yue Ying raised her hand, hitting his chest.
"I was moving goods all night and didn’t even see you; how did I offend you?"
Yang Cheng was amused and puzzled; indeed, won are unpredictable, and he couldn’t quite grasp what the girl was thinking.
He quickly held Yue Ying’s wrist, channeling a strand of True Qi into her body to investigate. The injury had actually healed already, but due to its proximity to the heart, it inevitably affected its function a bit.
"How dare you say that? I told you yesterday to bring a wedding dress, but you bought one for everyone else. In your eyes, I’m just like those other won!"
The more Yue Ying spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, tears trickling down like a broken string of pearls.
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