"I haven't slept like this for several years. I still remember the last time we slept on hay like this, it was in the haystack outside the backyard of Lao Yang's house. Do you still remember?"
Luo Fengtang gently placed his chin on the top of Yang Ruoqing's hair. In the darkness, his voice was gentle and magnetic.
When it reached her ears, along with the warm breath of his breath, there was a magic that fascinated her.
His thoughts were also led back to the past...
"I don't remember why you hid in the firewood pile in my backyard that night, but I remember that I got in." She said softly.
"The space inside the firewood stack is very small and cramped, and we are squeezed together like this," she said.
Luo Fengtang let out a soft 'hmm' and lowered his head. In the darkness, his hot lips searched for her earlobes, her cheeks, and her lips.
The hot breath made her heart beat wildly.
She couldn't help but twist her body slightly in his arms, giggling.
"Oh, it's so itchy, please stop making trouble, I haven't finished speaking yet," she said.
"You said it," he said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "You were so innocent at that time, simple and honest."
"I've been lying with you for most of the night, and you haven't done anything. It's not like you do now, where you act carelessly just next to me..." she said.
Luo Fengtang's move to kiss her paused, he buried his head in her neck and chuckled.
"You're laughing so much, am I wrong?" she asked.
"You were so honest back then. Hey, it wasn't until we got married that I realized that you were just faking it. You were a wolf in sheep's clothing, a pervert!"
She said, this voice, this tone, even a fool can tell that she is coquettish.
Luo Fengtang said: "I have never admitted that I was honest at that time. I just had a thief's heart but not the courage."
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised.
She turned around and faced him.
"What do you mean? So, when you were lying in the firewood pile with me, you were thinking about things between men and women?" she asked curiously.
She was thirteen years old at that time.
He is nearly eighteen years old.
She had just had her menarche, so strictly speaking, she was a real girl.
Even in ancient times, getting married was a little early. Of course, Yang Ruohe was an exception. That girl matured prematurely.
Here, Luo Fengtang heard the surprise in her words and quickly explained: "No, no, how could I be so mean?"
"I've been waiting for you to grow up. How could I be willing to bully you before you grew up?" he said.
Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about it too.
When she met him, when they were selling tofu together, he always followed her and took care of her like a big brother, no matter the wind or rain.
With him, she felt safe.
Although she is strong enough, the reincarnation of an agent, but with her twelve or thirteen year old body there, sometimes she is always a little unable to do what she wants.
Thank you for having him.
"Since you have never had that kind of thought, then why did you just admit that you have a thief's heart but not a thief's courage?" She asked inquiringly.
"Forehead……"
"No, tell me quickly," Yang Ruoqing became domineering.
She raised her hand and grabbed his nose, "If you resist, you will be punished strictly, if you confess, you will be punished with leniency. Hurry up and explain!"
Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll explain."
"What should I say? I'm so embarrassed." He said.
"Oh, I'm your wife, what's there to say? Hurry up!" She urged again.
Luo Fengtang sighed and said: "At that time, you were still young, but I was almost eighteen."
"In our village, Brother Baozhu and the others got married at the age of seventeen and had a daughter-in-law."
"I'm eighteen, even if I don't have a wife, I can still lie with the one I love."
"You're still lying so tightly. There's always something in your mind. Even if you don't have it in your mind, your body will react a little bit when your hands touch each other. Hehe..."
When she heard what he said, she understood everything immediately.
"So, at that time... that night when you and I were lying in the firewood pile, did you, your brother, react?"
She asked stammering, the dark night covering the shyness on her face.
Luo Fengtang said 'hmm'.
"It was tight for most of the night. It felt like iron. It was always uncomfortable." He said.
"Eh..." She became even more embarrassed.
She subconsciously wanted to turn around and turn her back to him, but he grabbed her hand and pinned it somewhere underneath him.
"While I'm talking, I'm getting up again, Qing'er, please touch me!" He said in a deep voice.
There was suddenly a hint of hoarseness in his voice, and in the dark night, the fire of desire danced in his eyes.
"No touching, I'm going to sleep!" she said sheepishly.
"Touch it before you go to sleep," he said.
"Hey, you're not ashamed!"
"You are my wife, what should I be ashamed of? Don't ignore her, be good..."
Under his half-coaxing and half-coercing, Yang Ruoqing ended up not only touching her, but also playing a "deep and simple" body game with him.
After the clouds cleared and the rain dispersed, he lay beside her panting, his head covered with hot sweat.
"When will this spring hunting end? I feel so uncomfortable!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing sat aside, arranging her obscene clothes, and snickered when she heard the words.
There were tents on the left and right next door, all occupied by people, and you could even hear the snoring of the soldiers.
He was suppressing it, not daring to let go and do it, for fear of making too much noise and being noticed by others.
As for her, she didn't dare to make any noise. Both of them were suppressing it, so they both felt that they didn't have enough fun, especially him.
"Okay, it's definitely inconvenient to be outside. Let's just take things as they come. It will be fine when we get back!"
She brought a handkerchief over and wiped the hot sweat from his head.
He poured him another bowl of tea, "Here, drink some tea to suppress the evil fire, hehehe..."
Luo Fengtang sat up, took the tea and drank it.
Seeing her snickering again, he said: "Don't laugh, bad girl. When I get back, I'll ask you back with interest."
"Eh... I'm so scared!" She made a playful expression at him and stuck out her tongue.
That night, Luo Fengtang slept well, but Yang Ruoqing slept lightly.
Always pay attention to the movement outside, but fortunately, the black figure never came to their tent again.
…
Deep in the dense forest and extending halfway up the mountainside, there is a large, rugged rock.
At this time, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a black cloak was standing in the wind.
The night wind lifted the train of his robe and made a rustling sound.
He stood on the high rock and glanced at the open hillside under his feet in front of him.
On the hillside, tents stood there like little mushrooms after the rain.
Surrounded by overlapping tents, there are several barracks in the middle.
In the barracks, a faint light shone out and fell into the eyes of the man in black robes. His cold and bloodthirsty eyes shrank violently.
