"You...you..." Shen Wuqiu swore that in the blink of an eye, the woman who was just dressed properly was now naked in front of her.
They are so shameless, so utterly shameless...
"What?" The woman looked innocent and naive, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her being naked. She then reached out to unbutton Chen Wuqiu's shirt.
Shen Wuqiu was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly, "What are you doing?"
"Your clothes are all wet, let me take them off for you..."
"No need. And..." Shen Wuqiu didn't really care about the way she was addressed, but every time she heard "sister," she imagined the wanton image of the woman in her dreams doing whatever she wanted to her. Hearing "sister" again made her feel inexplicably embarrassed. "Don't keep calling me 'sister' like that..."
After thinking about it, she realized she was still quite curious about the woman's age, so she added tactfully, "I'm not necessarily older than you, I'm only in my early twenties..."
The woman tilted her head and did some mental calculations. If she were to convert it to the length of a human life, "I just turned eighteen this year."
"...Cough cough..." Shen Wuqiu almost choked on her own saliva. She stared wide-eyed at the naked woman in front of her. "How old do you think you are?"
Eighteen years old.
"..."
A note from the author:
The cat has just reached adulthood; it really is only eighteen years old. Meow.
Love you all, muah!
Chapter 19 Spirit Jade
His gaze lingered on the woman's full breasts for a long time before he finally looked away with difficulty. Then he looked down at his own breasts—were they already this well-developed when he was eighteen?
She didn't believe it.
But upon seeing the woman's innocent and fair face, Shen Wuqiu felt that he, at twenty-eight, did indeed look a bit more weathered.
Eighteen years old...
She actually had inappropriate thoughts about an eighteen-year-old girl—no, she actually hoped that an eighteen-year-old girl would have inappropriate thoughts about her…
Shameless, utterly shameless.
Shen Wuqiu felt a deep sense of self-loathing and was completely ashamed to face her "dream lover." So she covered her face with her hands and weakly pointed towards the bathroom, "Go take a hot shower."
Unaware of what she was thinking, the woman remained innocent and naive: "Sister, won't you shower with me?"
Shen Wuqiu shook his head.
The woman pursed her lips, noticing that her clothes were still dripping wet, and volunteered to take them off for her.
Shen Wuqiu clutched her clothes tightly, "What are you doing?"
"Your clothes are soaked through and dripping wet. You'll definitely catch a cold if you don't take them off."
As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.
Staring at the woman's seemingly sincere "I'm doing this for your own good" expression, Shen Wuqiu was furious but couldn't vent her anger. Helplessly, she said, "I can take it off myself."
"Then why don't you take it off..."
The girl, who claimed to be only eighteen, spoke in a drawn-out, sweet, and charming voice that was incredibly endearing.
Shen Wuqiu took a deep breath. "You go wash first, I'll take my clothes off."
"No, what if my sister misbehaves? I'll wait until you're all undressed before we go."
"..." Shen Wuqiu's patience ran out. He roughly pushed the persistent woman into the bathroom and then slammed the door shut.
Of course, the woman who was pushed into the bathroom didn't feel like she had offended anyone at all. Instead, she was smugly remarking, "My sister really cares about me, she's worried I'll catch a cold..."
Fortunately, Shen Wuqiu was unaware of women's thoughts.
After pushing the person into the bathroom, she stood at the door for a while and waited. When she heard the sound of water coming from inside, she quickly took off her wet clothes.
After changing her own clothes, she hesitated for a moment, but decided to find the woman a set of clothes of her own.
In terms of height, the woman was about a block or two shorter than her, but their body shapes were similar.
She had been away from home for many years, and her return this time was rushed, so she didn't bring back many clothes. She went through the few clothes hanging in the closet three times before finally taking down the cotton-padded shirt and a pair of black trousers from the hanger.
Not long after.
The woman opened the bathroom door, which didn't stop her from strutting around freely.
Shen Wuqiu couldn't bear to look any longer, so she took her own bath towel and handed it over, saying, "You can dry yourself off first."
The woman wiped herself haphazardly and threw the towel on the bed.
"..." Unfortunately, Shen Wuqiu's eyes caught sight of the water droplets on the woman's cherries, and instantly, a surge of heat rushed to her head.
Oh my god, this is absolutely awful.
Having no other choice, Shen Wuqiu picked up the bath towel again and wrapped the woman up tightly, then ordered her not to take the towel off.
"Sister won't just let me wear this..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Wuqiu threw the clothes she had just found onto the bed. "Wear this."
"Is this my sister's clothes?" The woman held the shirt up to her nose and sniffed it. "My sister's clothes smell so good..."
The woman was so open and honest that Shen Wuqiu didn't find her behavior lewd at all.
Shen Wuqiu was truly overwhelmed and said, "You should put it on quickly."
The woman nodded, quickly threw off her bath towel, and then put on the clothes Shen Wuqiu had provided. She had no objection to the disposable underwear and trousers, but when it came to the shirt, she started to get a little grumpy:
Why does this dress have so many buttons?
“…Of course the shirt has buttons.” Shen Wuqiu said, then quickly turned her head back. “Hurry up and button up your shirt.”
"With so many buttons, it's so inconvenient to take them off."
"...Wearing clothes isn't about making it easy to take them off."
"If you don't wear clothes to take them off, then why wear them at all?"
"..." Shen Wuqiu was too lazy to waste words with her and turned around to help her button up her shirt from head to toe.
"elder sister……"
"……what?"
"uncomfortable."
Where does it hurt?
"here……"
"..." Reason told her that she should immediately pull her hand back, but her hand seemed to be glued on, and she refused to pull it back for a long time.
After more than ten seconds, her hand sluggishly withdrew. Shen Wuqiu felt helpless, but the thought of being thrown off balance by the words of an eighteen-year-old girl was too embarrassing.
Driven by this strange sense of pride, Shen Wuqiu pretended to be calm and looked at the spot her hand had just touched, saying calmly, "Why does it feel uncomfortable here?"
The woman held up her breasts to show her, "Look, there's nothing holding them back inside, it always feels like they're slipping down..."
"..." She had panties, but she really didn't have a disposable bra. Besides, even if she didn't mind borrowing, she doubted that the size would match. "Oh."
The woman looked distressed: "Sister, what should I do?"
Seeing her wrinkled face, Shen Wuqiu suddenly had a mischievous idea, "Then you can just hold it with your hand like that..."
The woman probably didn't expect her to say something so joking, and stared at her in a daze.
Shen Wuqiu felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so she deliberately walked to the window, looked at the heavy rain outside, and naturally changed the subject, "It seems that this rain is not going to stop anytime soon. Where do you live? If it's nearby, I'll drive you home later. If it's far, you can leave tomorrow."
The woman kept staring at her as she spoke.
The blatant stare was too provocative; Shen Wuqiu simply couldn't pretend not to see it and had no choice but to look at her, asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
The woman smiled at her, "Sister, you're so beautiful."
"...Did you hear what I just told you?"
The woman nodded. "I heard you."
"Where do you live? Do you want me to take you home?"
The woman quickly shook her head, her face falling. "I'm not going back."
"Um?"
“I specifically came out of my home.”
"...Run away from home?"
The woman tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Hmm."
At this moment, Shen Wuqiu was starting to believe that the woman in front of him was only eighteen years old. "Why?"
“I didn’t like the partner my parents chose for me, so I ran away from the wedding.”
"..." Shen Wuqiu swallowed hard. "Partner? Runaway bride? You at eighteen?"
The woman nodded. "My parents have poor taste. I secretly checked, and the second brother of the Lin family has a bad appearance. The baby he has will definitely not be good-looking."
"..." Leather, what leather? What is leather? What is all this about? Shen Wuqiu was confused by her words, but she understood the second half of the sentence and couldn't help but twitch her lips, "You're so young, but you're thinking quite far ahead."
Upon hearing this, the woman sighed in an old-fashioned manner, "Procreation is a major event for the clan, a heavy responsibility that cannot be taken lightly."
"..." Shen Wuqiu pondered for a long time, then remembered that there was a minority group in the neighboring village whose customs were very different from those of the Han Chinese. So she asked cautiously, "Does your village encourage early marriage and childbirth?"
"Early marriage and childbirth?" The woman thought for a moment. "Too early is not good either. They have to wait until adulthood. Of course, there are a very small number of people in the tribe who enter their estrus cycle before adulthood, and we will consider finding them partners in advance..."
Heat cycle?
Do people from this ethnic minority speak in such a wild manner?
Even at this critical moment, Shen Wuqiu thought for a moment, which was quite inappropriate: he never expected that his taste was so unique, that he actually liked such a wild little girl.
Shen Wuqiu suddenly couldn't continue the conversation, and quickly steered the topic back, "If you just run away from home like this, won't your parents... won't they be worried?"
"As long as I take the baby back, they will be at ease."
"..." Shen Wuqiu couldn't continue the conversation. She did some mental calculations. The neighboring village was only a few dozen kilometers away from them as the crow flies, but there was a big river in between. Driving would require a detour and would take at least an hour. Moreover, the mountain roads were already difficult to travel. With the weather tonight, it was out of the question.