Tian Fang has been widowed for almost three years and is the focus of men in the village.
After following Tian Fang into the courtyard, Yang Chen took a quick look at the environment in the courtyard by using the lights in the west wing.
The yard is not big, but it is clean and tidy.
There are four old adobe houses, a flower pond with various small vegetables, and a simple carport near the corner of the yard. The original tricycle has been sold off long ago, and only an old-fashioned bicycle is parked inside.
"come on in."
Just as Yang Chen was looking around, Tian Fang smiled and waved to him at the door of the west wing, his eyes full of joy.
If other men entered the yard without saying hello, Tian Fang would not give him any good looks at all. Tian Fang knew all about the dirty tricks of those stinky men.
But Yang Chen is different.
From the first time they met in Qingshan Village two months ago, Tian Fang felt that Yang Chen was different from other people in the village. Although he had a fancy mouth and wandering eyes, he didn't behave as obscenely as other men.
.
Especially when he sprained his foot in the cornfield a few days ago, Yang Chen helped him massage and knead it, which made Tian Fang feel a little more fond of Yang Chen.
For more than two years, except for the village chief who came to pay the electricity bill, no man had entered her wing.
"good!"
Hearing the sound, Yang Chen raised his head and glanced at Tian Fang, who was slim and exuding the charm of a young woman. His nose felt a little itchy, and he quickly averted his eyes and entered the side room unnaturally.
As soon as he entered the room, a fragrant heat wave hit his nostrils, making Yang Chen feel a little relaxed and happy.
"Don't dislike it."
Soon, Tian Fang entered the side room, closed the door gently, pointed to a single sofa in the room and said.
"fine."
Yang Chen quickly took a look at the side room. The layout was similar to that of Li Xiaoran's home. The entire Qingshan Village and even most of the villages in Ning County had this layout, with a five-meter-long fire pit connected through it.
There is a cast iron stove in front of the kang for heating in winter.
A square table, a few small wooden chairs, and a cheap second-hand sofa for better-off families. As for the houses with TVs, there are only a handful of them in Qingshan Village, only the village chief’s house.
The furnishings in the west wing are very simple, with nothing even for a man.
After Yang Chen sat down, Tian Fang carefully took out a small bowl from the wooden cabinet and helped Yang Chen fill a bowl of red bean soup: "How about trying your sister's cooking?"
"fragrant!"
Looking at Tian Fang who was so close, Zhang Can felt his nose itchy. He quickly took the red bean soup and took a sip, showing his thumbs up with his teeth bared.
"Then...is it more fragrant than sister or bean soup?"
At this moment, Tian Fang suddenly sat sideways on the sofa next to Yang Chen. The two bodies were close to each other. The softness of their skin made him shiver all over, and he quickly sat aside: "
They all...all smell good, all smell good!"
"Sister's feet are not healed yet. How about...you rub them for me again?"
Tian Fang took advantage of the situation and raised her legs. Although she was separated by a skirt, her fair and well-proportioned legs and delicate feet outlined a beauty and temptation that shocked the eyes.
In addition, Tian Fang's arm rested directly on Yang Chen's shoulder, and the aroma and temperature at close range made Yang Chen feel that the red bean soup in his hand no longer smelled good.
"Sister Tian Fang, you can pinch your feet. As a inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture and massage are also part of our treatment. But... can you get up first? I don't know where to pinch you when you look like this."
Yang Chen's eyes were staring straight at Tian Fang's beautiful white legs. The weak infuriating energy circulated rapidly in his body, trying to calm down his rolling breath.
"Then just pinch and see. It doesn't matter where you pinch. Anyway, my sister believes in you."
Tian Fang's phoenix eyes flickered, flashing with a charming look.
"Fuck, kill me!"
Yang Chen felt that he could no longer suppress himself, so he cursed secretly and used his last bit of reason to get up and avoid it.
Tian Fang lost her support point and lay down on the sofa with an ouch.
In this scene, the graceful figure is displayed vividly.
"Okay, I'm just teasing you, but to be honest, my sister's ankle is still a little red and swollen, and she doesn't feel better. The safflower oil bought at the clinic in the village doesn't work, and it's quite expensive."
Tian Fang lay half on the sofa, stretched her little feet slightly, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You can help my sister with some massage. As long as she can get her to walk tomorrow, you can do whatever you want her to do tonight."
"Gudong!"
Yang Chen's throat trembled, and he secretly thought that Tian Fang was really too sultry, and drove off if he disagreed with her: "Sister Tian Fang, let me help you take a look, but as agreed, this is a serious Chinese massage, don't let me
Ran knows."
"I'm pretty henpecked. It's actually a serious massage. There's nothing I can't say."
Tian Fang chuckled.
"This is a married man's last struggle!"
Yang Chen raised his head, his eyes were serious, and he said decisively.
"Okay, sister, don't tell me, this is our secret."
Tian Fang blinked.
Yang Chen took a long breath and looked at Tian Fang's stretched out right foot. It was slender, white and very small, but there was still some redness and swelling on the ankle. It seemed that the blood was not pushed into place during the last massage.
"Be patient."
Yang Chen's expression suddenly became serious.
Tian Fang looked at Yang Chen's side face and was suddenly in a trance: "I didn't expect him to be so good-looking when he is serious!"
"Well……"
Just when Tian Fang was obsessed with Yang Chen's handsome appearance, she felt her ankle being pinched by a warm big hand. With the skillful massage of the big hand, a numb and comfortable feeling came directly from the soles of her feet to her forehead.
Tian Fang's body trembled slightly, her cheeks turned red, she bit her red lips tightly, and looked at Yang Chen shyly from the corner of her eyes, then she lay on the sofa and enjoyed the relaxation brought by the massage.
"alright!"
About five minutes later, when Tian Fang's whole body started to feel hot, Yang Chen's hand loosened his grip.
"Is this the end?"
Tian Fang came back to her senses and sat up, her eyes a little disappointed: "If you don't pinch me anymore, it will feel quite comfortable."
"Sister Tian Fang, Chinese massage also requires time. Too much massage is not conducive to the recovery of the injury. Your ankle should have some muscle damage. Apply some safflower oil at night and you will be fine tomorrow."
Yang Chen said seriously, but his eyes could not help but look around.
"Thank you, sister. Whatever you want me to do, I will agree to it."
Tian Fang stood up and walked slowly towards Yang Chen.
"Well...Sister Tian Fang, thank you for the red bean soup. It's too late, so I won't disturb your rest. I'll leave first!"
Seeing Tian Fang rushing towards him, Yang Chen knew that if he really fell into his arms, he would definitely not be able to control it.
He silently thought that he had a wife, turned around, quickly opened the door and rushed out.
boom!
As the door opened in the yard, Tian Fang's eyes flickered slightly in the west wing, and the corners of his mouth raised: "This kid can't help but tease me, but... I felt really comfortable just now."
When she thought of this, Tian Fang's body couldn't help but feel hot again.