C8 (1/2)

”Is Sister Xueman home?”

Zhang Yun hurriedly pulled up his pants in an attempt to find a place to hide. However, he was pushed to the back of the door by Zhang Xueman.

The door to the courtyard was pushed open. The person who walked in was the Village Head's wife, Miao Cui Hua.

”Girl, why is your face so red? What is a person doing at home? ”

Miao Cui Hua looked Zhang Xueman up and down with a smile in her eyes.

”Nothing, I was just about to take a nap.”

”Oh, if you're fine, then help me relax my body.”

After saying so, he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the brick bed without caring if the other person agreed or not.

Zhang Xueman glanced at the position behind the door and took out a few bottles and jars from the table.

”Why is he not feeling well again?”

”Don't mention it, these two days I've been feeling sore at my waist. You know about women.”

As she spoke, Miao Cui Hua took off her clothes quickly.

While he was lying on the brick bed, his chest was squeezed into the shape of a meat patty.

”Sis, why are you not even wearing your underwear? The skirt is so short, aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of by the men in the village? ”

Zhang Xueman opened one of the small bottles. She poured out some fragrant liquid and spread it on Miao Cui Hua's back.

”They don't need to wear clothes, and doing things is convenient as well. The bunch of stinking men in the village only have anger in their eyes.”

Miao Cui Hua didn't seem to care at all. She followed Zhang Xueman's motion, moving from her back to her buttocks and even softly snorting twice.

”It's so comfortable. You are much better than those men, if you ask me.”

”Sis, look at what you're saying. How can I compare to a man?”