When Bao Wangjun walked out of the cave, it was just when the sun was setting in the west. Under the red sunset, he saw clearly the appearance of the Vietnamese woman for the first time.
Her hair was still messy despite her ragged clothes, and her skin was dark red. She must have been exposed to too much sunshine there, but she looked very healthy. She had a pretty good figure as a woman, with bulging front and back. A woman who has given birth to a child has a mature and charming charm, which makes Wang Jun fascinated.
The Vietnamese woman with big eyes had a pretty face. She was holding a bundle of dry firewood in her arms and stared blankly at the young man from a foreign country in front of her. Even after looking at this young man from a foreign country for a long time, she stopped where she was without saying a word.
The two stood in silence for a long time, then suddenly, 'Wow! A baby's cry broke the silence. The Vietnamese woman hurriedly put down the firewood in her hand and ran into the cave with an eager face.
From that day on, Wang Jun and the Vietnamese woman slowly began to communicate a little bit. The two of them used gestures when they couldn't understand the language. As time went by, the two of them, who had lost their guard, slowly became familiar with each other little by little.
Two people who also hid in the mountains and forests to avoid the war chose to support each other and survive together in this harsh natural environment.
Survival is indeed very difficult, but Wang Jun's heart is very peaceful. They live in a cave and go out every day to collect food and dry firewood. Little by little, Wang Jun learned to hunt, and Vietnamese women often picked some from the trees. They brought wild fruits to satisfy their hunger, and gradually the two began to cooperate tacitly. When one went out, the other stayed in the cave to take care of the baby.
Sometimes Vietnamese women will secretly run down the mountain, firstly to inquire about news, and secondly to get some food. If they are lucky, they can also get Wang Jun a pot of wine. Of course, it is not white wine but the yellow rice wine that southerners like. , but no matter what kind of wine Wang Jun didn't choose, he couldn't choose. When he was happy, Wang Jun stewed a pot of wild vegetables and game and drank it by himself. His little life was quite beautiful, even if it was joy in hardship. Well, it's not that interesting.
Whether it was a blessing in disguise or fate, Wang Jun, the Vietnamese woman, and her child continued to live an ordinary life in the deep mountains and old forests.
That night in the dark cave, a crackling bonfire was burning brightly. Wang Jun lay on the soft grass floor with half-closed eyes. He had just drank some wine and put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs. , the warm flames and the smell of alcohol gradually coming out of his body made Wang Jun inexplicably agitated.
The Vietnamese woman next to the fire held her child in her arms and sat on the ground covered with the same soft grass. She gently waved her arms to coax the sleeping child in her arms, and hummed local songs from time to time. Vietnamese folk songs.
Against the backdrop of the firelight, the originally dark cave was no longer so cold and damp.
Wang Jun, whose eyes were squinted as if he was not sleeping, became distracted unconsciously. His eyes began to involuntarily glance at the Vietnamese woman not far away. Pretending to be casual, Wang Jun turned over and changed to a position of lying on his side. , this will make it easier for him to look at the pretty woman in front of him openly.
There is an old saying: "The red candle illuminates the beauty, the jade and the wine are three points of beauty. Sitting under the red curtain, the young man is anxious to death." At the moment, Wang Jun looked at the woman under the firelight, and a weed grew in his heart. The moment the spring breeze blew, the grass that had just emerged grew uncontrollably.
This is human nature. Wang Jun, who is just in his early twenties, is at a young age. Besides, lust is the most difficult thing to grasp. Some people even say that a man and a woman are alone in a relatively small and closed space. If a man has any idea, If he doesn't, then he must be abnormal, either gay or perverted. As for women, I don't know, hehe! Because I'm a man.
After an unknown amount of time, the child in the woman's arms finally fell asleep. She gently put the child down, then pulled a shabby quilt over the child.
Wang Jun, who was a little too hot and unbearable, stood up gently and tiptoed towards the outside of the cave. He wanted to take a moment, but actually he wanted to relieve the inexplicable urge in his body.
But when he finished draining the water and walked back to the cave, he subconsciously looked at the Vietnamese woman. This look was even more deadly, and his body that had cooled down suddenly rekindled.
Wang Jun saw the Vietnamese woman bending over and looking for something. His dirty eyes just happened to be fixed on the woman's raised buttocks. The woman was swaying her delicate body from side to side, and the dangling buttocks were blinded in an instant. caught Wang Jun's eyes.
The next second, blood spurted out of his sperm, and Wang Jun had no scruples anymore. He rushed towards the woman who had been seducing him for a long time. Wang Jun hugged the Vietnamese woman's soft waist from behind. Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Just as the woman was about to struggle and scream, Wang Jun's big hand covered her mouth. "Don't make any noise, don't wake the child." Wang Jun whispered close to the Vietnamese woman's ear. After hearing this, the woman did not resist and allowed Wang Jun to pick her up sideways.
Wang Jun held the woman in his arms and walked towards his bed step by step. The woman's two smooth arms wrapped around Wang Jun's neck. Wang Jun gently placed the Vietnamese woman on his bed.
The Vietnamese woman lying on her back closed her eyes nervously, her whole body still shaking slightly. She knew that this day would come sooner or later. She was a very normal woman both mentally and physically. Facing Wang Jun, How could she remain indifferent to this handsome young man? Sometimes she was very eager, but she also had the reserve of a woman.
Sometimes she even suspected that she was no longer beautiful. How come this simple and kind-hearted Chinese young man who hung out in front of her every day had no thoughts about her at all, not even a burning look in his eyes. Ever since the man died, she also longed to be loved. Need to desire to be loved.
The woman was nervous, and Wang Jun was even more nervous. He knelt in front of the woman, hugged the woman's upper body with trembling hands, and whispered softly into the woman's ear, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't help it. I want to want you."
The Vietnamese woman's snow-white teeth bit her red lips tightly, not daring to look at Wang Jun's eager face. With her eyes slightly closed, she just nodded gently. Wang Jun, who could no longer suppress the flames of lust, was like a The unbridled wild horse suddenly pressed the woman tightly under him.
Wang Jun hugged the woman beneath him tightly and exerted the greatest strength in his life. His hot chest completely melted the Vietnamese woman who had been dry for a long time.
In this pure natural environment, both of them broke through the shackles of their souls and naturally let themselves go. Wang Jun's mouth eagerly found the woman's delicate red lips and kissed them crazily. The woman's enthusiastic response made Wang Jun turned into a wild bull with wild lust. They were entangled together selflessly and indulgently. At this moment, the primitive joy drained the freely stretched souls of men and women. At the last moment, the two of them were driven by crazy desire. Pushed high and far to the supreme madness.
The crackling flames in the cave were still beating happily, and the two souls who fell back to the earth clung to each other tiredly. Wang Jun, who was wet, hugged the Vietnamese woman who was also slippery in his arms, and vomited for a long time. With a sigh of relief, he reached out and smoothed the wet hair on the woman's forehead.
"Thank you, I finally know what it's like to be a woman." The Vietnamese woman buried her head into the chest of the man who was burning like a flame in front of her. Her tears fell silently as she sobbed. The endless suffering and grievances were here. It was a moment of complete catharsis.
