Chapter 25
With someone fucking in the jujube grove, lingering wasn't an option. Long Gen and Xiaofang followed the riverbank upstream to a wooded area where villagers often grazed cattle. Both knew the spot like the back of their hands.
"Little Long, be honest—has your illness completely healed?" Xiaofang asked directly, sitting on a bed of dry grass under a big tree.
"No way, it's hit or miss, not fully cured," Long Gen dodged, noting Xiaofang's cool tone.
If he said he wasn't healed, how could his crotch get hard? If he said he was cured, Xiaofang would get mad—wouldn't that mean he'd deliberately taken advantage of her?
"My condition's tough to fix, it comes and goes. Last year, an old monk passing through the village said my illness might clear up around a pretty girl," Long Gen said, his mind racing, spinning bullshit. "Last night, I probably reacted 'cause of you. Look, tonight, seeing you, I'm not stuttering, and my head's clear."
No need for words—just slap a compliment on Xiaofang first. Women, young or old, pretty or not, love flattery. Long Gen learned that trick back in school.
"Well..." Xiaofang trailed off, at a loss.
She'd planned to grill Little Long—if he was fully healed, she'd pick a date, propose, and marry him. But this on-and-off stuff? What now?
Little Long wasn't bad—tall, burly, handsome with a rugged charm, and a silly grin. He was good to her, always slipping her candy at the store. Marrying a guy like that wouldn't be a loss.
"Xiaofang, did you recognize those two in the jujube grove?" Long Gen scooted closer, sniffing the fresh soap scent on her, crisp and clean.
Xiaofang's face heated up, shaking her head. "No idea."