A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong stared at him, frozen in place. Before she could react, she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and press their face against hers.

The bright, deep red mole seemed to magnify infinitely before her eyes, as if trying to imprint itself into her soul.

A biting pain came from her lips; she felt Wenxin domineeringly invading her mouth, sweeping away every inch. Like a wild beast entering new territory, leaving its scent everywhere.

She didn't know how to respond. She wanted to push him away, but the look in his eyes just now was too much for her to bear.

Forced to endure it, she felt as if he had pressed her against a tree trunk, his burning chest searing her heart.

Having no experience, Wenxin kneaded the object entirely on instinct.

"Wutong..." His voice was several times hoarse than usual, thick with desire, as he breathed heavily in her ear, "I want you..."

Wutong couldn't accept doing such a thing with him, and after experiencing that unbearable past with Duan Fufeng, she didn't want to expose her body to anyone.

The hand that had been unsure how to let go finally found something to do. She pushed Wenxin away forcefully, her face ashen.

"Don't act recklessly! Don't forget who you are!"

"I would rather give up this identity for you!" As soon as Wenxin finished speaking, Wutong felt a chill in her chest, as if an ice cube had fallen in. When she pulled it out, she found it was the jade pendant.

"Why are you……"

Wenxin interrupted her, holding her hand tightly: "This is my most precious thing, and I want to give it to you."

"No." Wutong understood what he meant and stuffed it back without thinking.

Wenxin refused to accept it no matter what, and the two struggled back and forth, accidentally tearing Wutong's coat.

With a whoosh, Wutong felt a chill run down her spine. Looking down, she saw that half of her body was exposed.

Wenxin looked at her in surprise, then pressed down on her helplessly, not knowing what to do.

He was about to reach out and help her pull her clothes together when Wutong slapped him hard and fast.

He didn't even feel any pain, only a numbness on his right cheek. Only after the numbness subsided did he feel a burning sensation on his skin.

She withdrew her hand halfway through, covered her face, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"If it wasn't you doing it on purpose, was it me?" Wutong tried to pull her clothes together, but they were torn too badly, and pulling them up wouldn't cover anything.

She had no choice but to cover her exposed chest with her hands, and stood up angrily, intending to go to the haystack to get her clothes.

Before she could even stand up straight, Wenxin pulled her back and pinned her against the tree trunk again.

Enraged, Wutong yelled, "What do you think you're doing? Do you know that's called being a pervert when you talk to a woman like that? Don't think I'll let you off the hook just because we know each other!"

"No, you're wearing this..."

Wenxin took off her own blouse and draped it over Wutong.

His clothes were so big, the sleeves were longer than Wutong's hands, and his shoulders were much wider.

She draped it loosely over herself, and it slipped down in an instant, revealing her bare skin once again.

He wanted to button her clothes, but he was afraid of touching her chest, and he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Seeing his flustered state, Wutong knew he had acted impulsively, not intentionally, and said irritably, "You..."

Turn around, I'll do it myself.

Wenxin nodded blankly, then stopped halfway through and said, "It's too cold for you to wear one layer; wear this first."

As he spoke, he took off his undergarments and squatted shirtless in front of her.

Wutong was already naked, and now he was naked too; the scene was incredibly bizarre. Instead of taking his clothes, she yelled, "Put them on! Or I'll really beat you up!"

After that earth-shattering slap, her threat seemed quite convincing. Wenxin could only lift her clothes and turn her back to her, saying in a low voice, "I was like a madwoman just now... I'm sorry..."

He looked adorable while apologizing, and his well-defined upper body muscles were quite pleasing to the eye.

While tying the ribbon, Wutong rolled her eyes and said, "What do you mean 'crazy'? Don't play dumb, you're just being lewd!"

As a monk who has lived for over twenty years, this was the first time I had ever been associated with the word "lust." Instantly, I was so ashamed that my face turned red, and I wished I could dig a hole and disappear on the spot.

"I really didn't, I just..."

"Just what?"

"But..." Wenxin tried for a long time but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Wutong was right; he was indeed overcome with lust. Heaven knows how much he wanted to be skin-to-skin with her, to become one with her completely, the moment he embraced her.

No matter how you explain it, it's just a cover-up. Desperate, Wenxin stared at the grass in front of her and said fiercely, "That's right, I want you."

After her initial anger subsided, Wutong realized that the other party hadn't done it intentionally, so she started to tease him while getting dressed.

Anyone who dares to tear her clothes will pay the price.

"Want me? You know how? You've probably never even seen a hen lay an egg in your life."

Wenxin's face was burning hot, and she said shyly, "N-Nonsense...Of course I know..."

"How would you know? Your master couldn't have taught you that, could he?"

The fact that the master was involved in this matter terrified Wenxin, who explained, "After I came down the mountain, I happened to find a... well, a book while staying at an inn."

Book?

Erotic paintings?

Wutong tied the last ribbon, and couldn't help but smile wryly at his explanation, completely unaware that she looked like she was draped in a bed sheet.

"Poor monk...were you terrified back then? Hmm?"

Wenxin knew she was making fun of her, and retorted, "Why would I be scared? It's not like I don't have that thing..."

Tsk tsk.

Looking at Wenxin, who was already in his twenties, Wutong felt an inexplicable urge to help him.

She had originally intended to repay his kindness, and now that they were all alone, probably only the two of them were still awake in the entire mountain range, perhaps...

Some things you crave until you've tasted them, but once you do, you lose interest. Perhaps the same applies to the human heart.

Wutong gathered her clothes, walked quietly behind him, squatted down against his back, and put her hands from her waist to her front, pressing on his abdomen.

Wenxin's body visibly trembled, her breathing became rapid, and she asked in disbelief, "What are you going to do?"

Wutong said, "I want to help you."

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