Lin Hai struggled for a moment, opened Yin Xiaomei's hands, and said shyly: "Xiaomei, don't... don't do this... if someone sees it... it won't be good..."
"What's wrong?" Yin Xiaomei pouted and said, "I'm not afraid of others gossiping, so what are you afraid of? Do you dislike me for being married? Do you dislike me for being a widow?"
"No! No! No! Absolutely not that!" Lin Hai quickly waved his hand and changed the topic: "Um...what's the matter with you coming to see me?"
Yin Xiaomei brushed her hair, her eyes full of spring, "What? Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"
Saying that, Yin Xiaomei took a step forward, and her towering breasts pressed against Lin Hai's chest. Lin Hai's little heart immediately started beating wildly.
Today, Yin Xiaomei seems to have been dressed up deliberately, and there is still the fragrance of shampoo in her hair. She is wearing a light green gauze dress, and the white bra underneath can be faintly seen. The evening breeze blows, and the dress is like water waves.
It swayed like a woman, and bursts of women's unique fragrance penetrated Lin Hai's nose.
Yin Xiaomei smiled charmingly, and slid her little hand to Lin Hai's crotch like a snake. She touched Lin Hai's crotch with her fingers, and whispered in a seductive tone: "My son will follow him today."
Grandma went to the city to visit relatives, and I am alone at home tonight. Well, I stewed an old hen specially for you. Please come to my house to drink some chicken soup. You are so thin, you should replenish your body!" said
, Yin Xiaomei rubbed Lin Hai's crotch with her little hands a little harder.
After all, Lin Hai was a normal man. Under the various teasing of this plump young woman, the little ancestor instantly stood up.
Yin Xiaomei smiled foolishly: "Is this considered an agreement?"
Lin Hai's face was red and he just kept swallowing his saliva, unable to say a word.
Lin Hai followed Yin Xiaomei in a daze, staring at Yin Xiaomei's plump buttocks.
As the sun sets in the west, the ridges are lined with turquoise rice fields that rippling with the evening breeze. Yin Xiaomei's graceful figure is looming in the turquoise waves. The sunset is dancing on the horizon. This is really a restless season.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Lin Hai arrived at the door of Yin Xiaomei's house.
When Niu Wazi worked in a coal mine, she saved a little money and built a two-story brick house for her family. She also bought some electrical appliances and furniture for her family. Although it was not luxurious, Yin Xiaomei was a very particular person.
People who keep their homes clean are also decent and generous.
"Come on, come in quickly!" Yin Xiaomei turned around and waved to Lin Hai.
This was not the first time that Lin Hai came to Yin Xiaomei's house, but it felt a little strange when he came today.
He couldn't explain this feeling clearly. He seemed a little nervous, a little expectant, a little excited, and a little resistant.
"You sit down for a while and watch TV. I'll make dinner!" Yin Xiaomei brought Lin Hai a cup of scented tea, then put on an apron and went to work in the kitchen.
It was getting dark, and the night shrouded the small mountain village. The night in the mountains was particularly quiet, and occasionally a few dogs barking could be heard, adding to the sense of loneliness.
The small square table in front of her was filled with dishes. The dishes were all exquisitely prepared, and Yin Xiaomei's cooking skills were quite good.
Lin Hai looked at it and saw that in addition to a pot of fragrant local chicken soup, there were also spicy sausages, shiny old bacon, a plate of crispy peanuts, and two plates of stir-fried side dishes.
Such dishes are considered very rich in Fenghuang Village and can only be seen during the holidays.
Lin Hai usually lives alone and eats very simply. When he doesn't want to cook, he can just put down a bowl of noodles. He rarely gets the smell of oil. When he saw such a rich dish, his mouth watered immediately and he picked up a piece.
Put the old bacon into your mouth, "Yeah! It smells good! It smells so good!"
Yin Xiaomei smiled slightly, took out a bottle of white wine from the cabinet, and placed a small wine glass in front of Lin Hai: "Would you like some wine?"
Lin Hai did not refuse. It would be a pity not to drink some wine with such a sumptuous dish.
Yin Xiaomei poured a glass of white wine for Lin Hai, then poured a full glass for herself, held up the glass and said: "Brother Hai, this glass is for you!" After saying this, Yin Xiaomei drank the glass in one gulp.
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On weekdays, when no one is around, Yin Xiaomei doesn't call Director Lin Hailin, but calls him "Brother Hai". This sounds more cordial, and it also contains some of Yin Xiaomei's inner feelings.
"Xiaomei, drink slowly, you can easily get drunk if you drink like this!" Lin Hai said.
Yin Xiaomei wiped her mouth and said with a smile: "I'm fine! Brother Hai, you're welcome, come and eat vegetables! Eat more! Let's have a chicken leg, I stewed this chicken specially for you! In order to stew it better
It’s more fragrant, I simmered it over firewood!”
Lin Hai was flattered by Yin Xiaomei's enthusiasm. A young man who stayed in this barren mountain village all year round naturally felt lonely in his heart. Seeing Yin Xiaomei caring for him so much, Lin Hai was so moved that his silent heart was also filled with excitement.
