Chapter 2: Poaching at the Door
Wu Xia’s head buzzed loudly.
Full of innuendo, Du Lijuan’s words lingered sensually as she spoke, biting her lower lip as if savoring the taste of just a moment ago.
Du Lijuan was a widow in the village, not much older than Zhou Fang. Because of the generational hierarchy, Wu Xia was obliged to call her "Auntie."
Although average in appearance, she had a lasting charm. With her flamboyant dress, she embodied a unique allure.
If it weren’t for the fact that she had two children, who knows how many men would’ve wanted to marry her for nights of endless revelry.
"Auntie Lijuan, I have something to attend to back home. Could you give me my clothes, please? I’m strong, I won’t catch a cold," he said.
Wu Xia didn’t dare stay the night here. It was said that a woman in her thirties is like a tiger, forties, a wolf.
And Du Lijuan had been without a husband for four or five years, who knew how fierce she was.
Moreover, Xiao Hu had seen everything that just happened, and it would be even harder to explain once her elder daughter came back.
"Yun will be getting out of school soon; she’s in middle school, right? She’s grown into a young lady by now. It wouldn’t be appropriate for her to see me like this, would it?"