"What do you ask? When you grow up and become someone else's wife, you will know." Xianghua replied impatiently. At that time, Xianghua only knew that her husband brought her the joy of death. She didn't even dare to touch that thing, let alone what it looked like.

Xiangzhu whispered Xianghua's arms and begged, "Sister, just say, what does a man's mysterious thing look like?"

Xianghua couldn't help her sister begging. At the same time, in order to show that she had become a man's wife, she could not ask in front of her sister without knowing it, so she said nonsense: "What does it look like, just like the Nanzhu that had just been unearthed at the foot of the back mountain, with a pointed tip."

Xianghua's nonsense is really harmful to Xiangzhu.

A few days later, Xiangzhu slipped to the foot of the back mountain alone, observing each newly unearthed southern bamboo with curiosity.

Xiangzhu stroked the furry Nanzhu, and said to herself: How can this Nanzhu make a woman want to die, unable to stop, and be confused and die?

Xiangzhu saw that a southern bamboo tree was not tall and just under its crotch. Xiangzhu also wanted to taste the taste of being unable to stop and dead, so she stood directly above Nanzhu, facing the tip of the bamboo shoots, and slowly frustrated.

The spikes of bamboo shoots thorned the fragrant bamboos. She screamed and rolled back home, secretly scolding her sister to lie to herself.

In this way, Xiangzhu hates and fears men become a mystery...

Zhou Xiaoshan, the wild boy, saw Xiangzhu breaking away from his arms and showed a lost look: So what's wrong with me? I just now snuggled in my arms like a little lamb, why did he turn his back on his face and refuse to admit his feelings?

"Get up to the stream quickly." Xiangzhu pointed at Zhou Xiaoshan and roared angrily, his chest bulging and undulating. It was obvious that Xiangzhu was really angry.

"I stand like this, won't it prevent me from washing my hair, right?" The wild boy insisted on begging.

Xiangzhu bent down and scooped water on Zhou Xiaoshan with both hands: "Can you go up?"

Zhou Xiaoshan was sprinkled with water droplets on his face, pouted, raised his hand and wiped it, stared at Xiangzhupu's chest with a wicked smile and thought to himself: Sooner or later, you will be mine.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaoshan slowly stepped back and returned to the edge of the stream, walked to the tree, sat on the tangled roots of the tree, and looked at Xiangzhu with a smile.

Xiangzhu saw Zhou Xiaoshan retreating to the stream before continuing to wash her hair down.

Xiangzhu washed her hair, took out a wooden comb from her pocket, and stood in the stream with her hair tilted to comb her hair. She looked so leisurely, her movements were so free, and her every move was like a goddess descending to the earth to take a bath, making people yearn for her.

Not only does fragrant bamboo grow beautifully, it also produces the beauty that women rarely have. From the bones to the appearance, it all reveals the true charm of women.

Xiangzhu combed her hair for a while, and saw that there were no water drops dripping from her hair, then stopped combing her hair, stepped up to the stream, walked to Zhou Xiaoshan and looked at the wild boy directly. Her eyes were flickering, both angry, indignant, and pity.

Zhou Xiaoshan sat on the root of the tree, slightly raised his head and looked at Xiangzhu, and a hint of sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Why did you feel so sexually just now? Do you know I am your sister?" Xiangzhu asked coldly for a long time, her face gloomy and terrible.

Zhou Xiaoshan looked at the other party with a smile and said nothing. He didn't care about Xiangzhu's dark clouds at all.

"Why are you talking to me? You wild guy can't speak?" Xiangzhu was very angry. Zhou Xiaoshan looked indifferent.

"Come here to sit here and talk for a while." Zhou Xiaoshan smiled and patted the roots of a tree beside him.
Chapter completed!