An arrow on the string must be shot.
When her legs were parted,
Jiang Yu had already pursed her lips.
It was apparent that at this mont, she was both excited and nervous.
Her hands tightly clutched the bedsheet, as if waiting for so sacred mont.
"Shall I start?"
Chen Fang said.
"Mhm!"
Jiang Yu shyly nodded her head, but the nod was firm, as if to boost her own courage, as well as Chen Fang's.
Chen Fang had never been so gentle before, treating her as if she were a piece of art.
As he applied force from his waist, a snug enveloping sensation began to slowly overtake.
One could also see that Jiang Yu's brow furrowed, indicating that she must be feeling a bit of pain at this mont.
"Do you want to stop?"
Chen Fang asked.
Jiang Yu imdiately shook her head and forced a smile, saying, "No, no, it doesn't hurt at all."
Since she was so determined,
Chen Fang no longer hesitated.
With all his might, he plunged in with a 'plop' sound.
Jiang Yu let out a gasp, not sure if it was from pain or due to that incomparable sense of fullness.
Chen Fang took control of the rhythm.
Initially starting with three shallow and one deep thrust, it wasn't long before Jiang Yu's complexion flushed once more, moans began to co from her throat, her hands, previously tightly gripping the bedsheets, loosened, her expression twisted, and her body writhed. This was a clear indication that she was beginning to enjoy herself.
For the first ti,
Chen Fang did not last very long.
He was worried that Jiang Yu couldn't take it.
Even so,
after finishing, Jiang Yu's body was still twitching and trembling, her mouth muttering unintelligible words. It took her a long ti to co down from her excited high.
She took a deep breath,
then sighed deeply.
Her eyes, hazy, looked toward Chen Fang who was holding her.
She burrowed into Chen Fang's embrace, her face flushed with shyness, she excitedly said, "Brother Fang, Sister Cat didn't lie to , it really feels good. I want to play the horse riding ga with you again..."
In Chen Fang's heart, he cursed Hua Limo.
The last innocent woman in the world was truly gone.
...
The next day, Saturday.
Nine in the morning.
Yongping Town, Crane Head Village.
Yongping Town is located to the northwest of Guyang City, bordering Dashi Town, with 3 communities and 22 administrative villages under its jurisdiction.
Crane Head Village is the northernmost of these administrative villages.
Like Dashi Town, Yongping Town belongs to the hilly mountain region, with high terrain in the west and low in the east, the eastern part being plains and the western part including Yong Mountain, Gu Mountain, Mingji Mountain, and others undulating, with altitudes over 220 ters.
Crane Head Village is situated to the north of the hill range.
Early in the morning.
In the courtyard of the village committee of Crane Head Village,
there was a rocking chair, on which lay a chubby middle-aged man, swaying and basking in the sun.
After several days of overcast weather, the sun finally ca out today, warm and pleasant, feeling comfortable on the skin.
This man was none other than the village chief of Crane Head Village and the clan chief of the Ding Family, Ding Jianmu.
"Mada Gu, your hips are really swinging today, your old man Gu didn't go easy on you last night, did he?"
At the front gate, a voluptuous young wife swayed past.
Seeing her, Ding Jianmu did not forget to tease.
"What's the matter? Jealous?"
The young wife teased.
Ding Jianmu chuckled and said, "I'm envious, envious. That butt of yours must pack quite a punch when bumped. Maybe when Old Gu is not ho, you can bump it against too?"
"Dream on. If you want to bump, go ho and bump against your daughter-in-law. Little i's butt isn't small either, ha ha ha..."
After throwing this teasing remark, the young wife swayed her hips and left.
Ding Jianmu cursed under his breath, "Slut, I'll take care of you sooner or later."
He had just closed his eyes.
When he heard soone rushing and shouting, "Dad, Dad, it's bad, sothing bad has happened..."
Followed by.
A young man stumbled in.
Ding Jianmu sat up from the recliner.
He frowned and asked, "What's the matter? All flustered, haven't I always told you to stay calm in situations like this?"
This young man was Ding Jianmu's eldest son, Ding Hua, and also the director of the village security committee of Heshou Village.
Ding Hua managed to catch his breath, pointed towards their ho, and said, "Our house... our house... the house that was leveled in front of our door... ah, you better go see for yourself..."
"Useless fool, follow !"
Ding Jianmu scolded in anger.
He stood up and sauntered over to his house leisurely.
His house was not far from the village committee, just about a hundred ters, and before he even reached the doorway, he could see two excavators busily at work from afar.
Instantly, he sensed sothing was wrong.
He picked up his pace and jogged a few steps.
Upon a closer look, he was dumbfounded.
All he could see was that on the leveled site of Jia Yuanqing's house, two excavators had appeared out of nowhere and dug two huge pits in the ground. Next to the pits were two ashes urns, covered with red cloth.
Bricks, cent, and other materials were piled around the area, and there were also two tombstones placed nearby, clearly engraved with the words: "The Tomb of Jia Yuanqing," "The Tomb of Zhang ixia," and so forth.
This was the rhythm of constructing graves.
Ding Jianmu felt a surge of blood rush to his head.
He hastened his steps.
Upon reaching the busy excavators, he shouted, "Stop, all of you stop!"
Ding Hua was quick-witted.
He leapt up onto the excavator, knocked on the window, and the driver finally brought the machine to a halt.
The roar of engines naturally ceased as well.
Not far away.
Chen Fang, with Hua Limo and Jiang Yu in tow, also strolled over leisurely, deliberately shouting, "Why stop? Keep going. Today's a good day, the band is about to arrive. We're aiming to get the burial done today."
"Who the hell are you guys? Who told you to build graves here?"
Ding Jianmu shouted angrily, having also noticed Chen Fang.
"You are..."
Chen Fang deliberately furrowed his brows and asked.
Ding Hua jutted his chin out, pointing at Ding Jianmu, saying, "This is our Heshou Village's village chief, Chief Ding Jianmu."
"Oh, oh, Chief Ding, is it? Hello, Chief Ding."
Chen Fang hastily pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and offered it up.
Ding Jianmu pushed it away with an outstretched hand, his eyes sweeping over Chen Fang, he asked, "Who the hell are you?"
Chen Fang pointed at Hua Limo and Jiang Yu, saying, "These two, they are Jia Yuanqing's nieces. Ever since the couple passed away, they've been having nightmares every night, saying their deaths were wrongful. With no other choice, we brought their ashes back from the resting hall, planning to bury them right here on their family's original site. Sorry to trouble everyone, my apologies."
"Jia Yuanqing had two nieces? How co I've never heard of them?"
Ding Hua mumbled.
Ding Jianmu brushed him aside and demanded fiercely, "Who told you this is their original ho site?"
Hua Limo replied, "I've been here many tis, how could I not recognize my uncle's ho? Just don't know why when we ca today, even the house was gone, strange."
Ding Jianmu was evidently not in the mood to quibble with them.
He ordered, "Get the excavators out of here imdiately and restore this land to its original state, otherwise, don't bla for not being polite."
"Well, Chief Ding, let explain. Burying them here also has its reasons. We consulted a Taoist priest who cast a fortune telling. The priest said the couple died tragically and beca vengeful spirits. They were fixated on their house all their lives. If they aren't buried here, they may well turn into malevolent ghosts causing harm. After all, Chief Ding, it was you who had the house demolished, right? We're doing this for your own good too."
Chen Fang explained.
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