The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

Chapter 143 Whoring for free

"Your skin is so rough," Li Ruoxue said with concern, rubbing Lin Dachun's skin with soap.

"A rough, old man exposed to the wind and sun, you expect his skin to be good? Haha," Lin Dachun said awkwardly.

Li Ruoxue's hands were very soft, and the soap felt smooth on my skin.

"You still need to take care of yourself, right?" Li Ruoxue soaped Lin Dachun's body, scrubbing his entire body, leaving no spot untouched.

How can a farmer with good skin get good skin if he spends all his time sunbathing on the mountain?

Rough and dark, but also very robust.

"I'll wipe you too." Lin Dachun took the soap and soaped Li Ruoxue's body as well.

Both of their bodies became smooth and supple.

The soap has a wonderful jasmine scent that's very pleasant.

The cave dwelling door was locked, and even if villagers passed by, they wouldn't bother them; they would simply assume no one was home.

"Ah, wow, it's so slippery." Li Ruoxue curled up, a little shyly saying, "I'm so ticklish."

"Haha, then you should definitely rub it."

As Lin Dachun spoke, he hugged Li Ruoxue.

Both of them had soapy, smooth bodies. When we hugged, it was incredible how comfortable it felt to have our skin pressed together.

That intense tingling sensation is simply a heavenly pleasure.

The dormitory for female interns at the town's central hospital is a small cave dwelling behind the hospital, which looks simple in the summer twilight.

The room at the far east end of the first floor is where Wang Xiujuan, Li Jing, and Zhang Hongmei live—the three girls who chased after Lin Dachun from the hospital that day to write him a letter.

The dormitory is small, with four bunk beds—one of which is empty, reserved for a roommate who hasn't arrived yet.

There was an old desk by the window, piled with medical textbooks, notebooks, a small round mirror, and several bottles of face cream.

Several movie star posters cut from magazines were pasted on the wall, and the star on the poster was Hong Kong's "Jade Girl" Vivian Chow.

It adds a touch of stylish vibrancy to this simple room.

"Hey," Wang Xiujuan suddenly stopped writing, looked up, and asked, "Do you think... Comrade Lin Dachun received the letter?"

These words were like a small pebble thrown into the quiet waters of the dormitory.

Li Jing stopped writing, and Zhang Hongmei turned around as well.

"It's been over a week since it was sent out," Li Jing said softly, adjusting her glasses. "It should have arrived by now."

"Could it be... that he threw it away without even looking at it?" Zhang Hongmei bit her lip, a worried look on her face. "Didn't he say that day that he doesn't know many characters?"

Wang Xiujuan shook her head: "No. Judging from his appearance, he definitely knows how to read. What if his wife found out?"

"I've inquired; he doesn't have a wife, he's a widower," Li Jing replied immediately.

The dormitory was quiet for a moment.

The sycamore trees outside the window rustled in the autumn wind, and a few withered yellow leaves clung to the glass before swirling away.

"You guys think..." Li Jing's voice lowered, as if afraid of being overheard, "Do you think he... will come to this date?"

The question startled all three girls, and then a faint blush rose to their faces.

"Did the fact that all three of us wrote letters scare him?"

"Yes, at his age, he's probably a very traditional man. Our enthusiasm might really scare her away," Zhang Hongmei said.

"No man in this world can resist getting something for free. Don't worry, he'll come." Li Jing was quite confident in herself.