Chapter 8
Giggle, giggle.
Huang Cuihua laughed. A fool's a fool—he doesn't even know what bathing is. So what if he saw her entire body?
Besides, he's impotent. A man who's not even a man.
Longgen kept up his silly grin, but inside, he was sneering. He might not have mind-reading powers, but he could see the mockery in Huang Cuihua's expression.
Laugh all you want. One day, I'll have you begging for mercy on your knees! Damn it!
"Silly Long, tell me, aren't Aunt Cuihua's thighs nice and white?" Huang Cuihua suddenly stuck out her snowy, shapely leg—so smooth and refined, it was hard to believe she'd borne children.
Longgen let a string of drool drip from his mouth, chuckling, "White, so white."
"Huh, Aunt Cuihua, why... why's there curly hair in your crotch?" Longgen suddenly furrowed his brow, pointing at a few stray hairs peeking out from the base of her thigh.
Pfft!
Huang Cuihua burst out laughing, not even blushing. A fool like him wouldn't know pubic hair from anything else—calling it curly hair? Hilarious.
But her laughter stopped. She froze, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes wide with terror as if she'd seen a dinosaur, staring at Longgen's crotch.