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

Chapter 145 Unique Beauty

As soon as Lin Dachun stepped out of Lin Hao's dilapidated courtyard, a hot wind greeted him.

"Brother Da Chun! Wait a minute!"

He turned around.

Lin Jie chased after him out of the courtyard.

Lin Jie was naturally voluptuous, and when she ran, her unique breasts swung back and forth.

Her face was flushed red from the wind, but her eyes were frighteningly bright, as if something was burning inside them.

"Lin Jie? What's wrong?" Lin Dachun asked, taking a step back.

Lin Dachun was a little scared because Lin Jie had hugged him and snuggled up to him earlier.

But Lin Jie seemed not to hear him, and walked straight up to him and stood still.

The two were only half a step apart. Lin Dachun could smell the scent of herbs, cooking oil, and the unique aroma of a mature woman emanating from her, and he could see her lips trembling slightly.

"Brother Dachun..." she began, her voice low but exceptionally clear, "Come with me."

As she spoke, Lin Jie took Lin Dachun's hand and headed towards the side kiln.

"Where are you going? What's wrong?"

Lin Dachun looked around and saw no other villagers in the darkness, which relieved him.

There are too many rumors about me in the village. I can't have any more rumors about me and Lin Jie. Lin Hao wouldn't be able to stand it if he found out.

Lin Jie's hands were icy cold, but she was holding them tightly, and Lin Dachun couldn't break free for a moment.

Soon, the two arrived at the dark side kiln.

This side kiln is separated from the main kiln and is not connected; it contains firewood and other miscellaneous items.

"Lin Jie, what's wrong now? Don't be so mean to me."

Before Lin Dachun could finish speaking, Lin Jie grabbed his hand and stuffed it into her shirt.

Lin Jie didn't even know when, but she had already unbuttoned her shirt.

Once the shirt was opened, her already voluptuous body was immediately grabbed.

It really is enormous.

Lin Dachun's hand froze.

He tried to pull his arm away, but Lin Jie was gripping it too tightly, and he was afraid that if he used too much force, he would hurt her.

"Lin Jie, you..." He didn't know what to say.

He didn't think much when he did those things; he just saw that family was suffering too much and wanted to help as much as he could.

But now Lin Jie is seducing him repeatedly, and things have changed.

"My husband has been paralyzed for three years," Lin Jie's voice was choked with sobs, yet unusually calm, as if she were talking about someone else's situation. "Relatives avoid us, and the villagers look at us like we're plague carriers. Only you, only you still treat us like human beings, and are still willing to help us."

She took a small step forward and tightly grasped Lin Dachun's hand, placing it in her bosom, in that most tender spot.

Give it a burning body temperature.

"I understand, but..."

"But these aren't the things that torment me the most. What torments me the most is that at night, I'm a woman, a woman who's starving and thirsty. I have needs, physical needs, and my man can't give them to me. I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore. I don't want to trouble you, but besides you, I don't know who else to turn to. Do you understand my suffering?" Lin Jie said almost pleadingly.

Lin Dachun could feel her thin body shivering slightly in the cold wind, and he could see the complex emotions in her eyes.

Gratitude, dependence, and something else burning hot that he dared not think about.

"I understand, and I sympathize with you." Lin Dachun thought of Li Ruoxue, who was also a widow and had the same physical needs. He had seen Li Ruoxue's behavior.

"Brother Dachun," Lin Jie looked up at him, her eyes fixed on him, "I...I have nothing, just this body. If...if you want it, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly tiptoed and leaned closer.

Lin Dachun's mind went blank for a moment, and before he could react, his lips were covered with a cold, soft, salty taste tinged with tears.

It was Lin Jie's lips.

She closed her eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, and pressed her trembling lips to his.

The kiss was light and brief, like a snowflake falling on hot coals, melting instantly.

But that cool, soft touch, and the aura of bitterness and despair emanating from her, were branded into Lin Dachun's senses.