No Longer Escaping (ABO) - Chapter 4

Discovering the drastic change in her body, the presence of that thing between her legs, which shouldn’t have been there, suddenly became overwhelming. This made Yang Lulong extremely uncomfortable, and she fidgeted during dinner.

“Is something wrong?” Wan Niang asked, concerned. “Or… does the food not suit your taste?”

“No…” She didn’t dare tell Wan Niang about the changes to her body, so she buried her head and continued eating.

Noticing that Yang Lulong didn’t like to talk, Wan Niang also remained silent, only occasionally adding food to her bowl.

Yang Lulong silently put the food into her mouth. Besides a few words of thanks, she had nothing to offer Wan Niang and felt very embarrassed staying there for free.

After they finished eating, Wan Niang instinctively got up to clear the table, but Yang Lulong stopped her.

“I’ll do it…”

Under Wan Niang’s gaze, she cleared the table. Holding the bowls and chopsticks, she walked to the doorway but froze. She didn’t know where the washing area was.

“Just go to the well and draw water to wash them,” Wan Niang seemed to read her mind, instantly knowing what she was hesitant about.

“Thank you,” she replied politely, then carried the bowls and chopsticks to the well in the small courtyard.

While drawing water, Yang Lulong made another discovery: her strength seemed to have increased. Lifting a full bucket of water from the well, she didn’t feel any heaviness at all. Before, she would have found it difficult even to lift a water bottle onto a dispenser.

While marveling at her new body, she began washing the bowls and chopsticks.

The chattering chicks seemed not to have eaten enough; they swarmed over, greedily pecking at the grains of rice on the ground.

Suddenly, a playful urge came over her. Wanting to tease the little chicks, Yang Lulong dipped her hand in water and sprinkled it with her fingers, playfully teasing them.

Just as Yang Lulong was having fun, Xiao Wen ran in through the main gate, panting. Out of breath, she asked her where Wan Niang was; she seemed very urgent.

Yang Lulong raised her hand and pointed towards the room with a light on.

“Thanks,” Xiao Wen said, leaving that behind, and quickly ran towards the room.

“Wan Niang!”

Xiao Wen’s sudden visit almost startled Wan Niang, who was sewing clothes, into pricking her hand.

“What’s wrong?” Wan Niang, still recovering from the scare, asked her.

“It’s Sister Fang. Sister Fang suddenly has a fever. Come with me to check on her,” Xiao Wen stated her purpose.

“Wait for me,” Wan Niang, hearing it was an illness, quickly put down her needlework, got up, and retrieved her medicine box. She slung the medicine box over her back and followed Xiao Wen out.

Yang Lulong, still washing dishes in the courtyard, watched them hurry off, feeling a bit curious.

“I’m going to see a patient; I might be a while. Watch the house,” Wan Niang told her before leaving.

“Oh…” Before Yang Lulong could answer, Wan Niang was gone.

Upon arriving at Sister Fang’s house, Wan Niang immediately smelled a strong ancient sandalwood incense at the doorway.

Inside the house, a woman with a flushed face lay on the bed, large beads of sweat continuously rolling down her forehead. She was extremely thin, with protruding cheekbones. By the bed, a little girl tearfully held her bony hand. The little girl, seeing the newcomers, seemed to have found her savior and came over to hug Wan Niang.

“Aunt Wan, quickly save Mama,” she said, her small face crumpled, crying aggrievedly.

Wan Niang knelt down, comforting her and gently stroking her head, “Aunt Wan will help Mama. Xiao Hua, be a good girl and wait outside with Aunt Xiao Wen, okay?” She gently wiped the tears from Xiao Hua’s face with her hand.

“Mmm…” Xiao Hua stifled her sobs, sniffed hard, and then went to Xiao Wen’s side to wait outside with her.

Wan Niang took her medicine box and sat by Sister Fang’s bed, rummaging through it for medicine to alleviate the estrus period. She didn’t have much left here. It seemed she would have to make a trip to town; this kind of medicine was only available in town. She had a contract with the boss in town, who could give her a discount and sell it cheaper.

Just a few pills. After Sister Fang took them, the fever gradually subsided.

“I’m sorry to trouble you. You’ve had to come here so many times this month because of this,” Sister Fang said, her voice choked with tears and embarrassment.

“It’s no trouble at all…” Wan Niang looked at Sister Fang like this and felt very distressed, helping her tuck her disheveled hair behind her ears. “Then I’ll head back now. If anything happens again, just send Xiao Wen to call me.” Wan Niang didn’t say anything more.

“Mmm… thank you…”

Stepping out of the house, Wan Niang handed all the remaining estrus period medicine from her herb basket to Xiao Wen. “If Sister Fang has these symptoms again, give her three pills.”

“This…” Xiao Wen, holding the medicine, quickly pulled out her money pouch from her clothes to give Wan Niang money. But Wan Niang refused.

“No need, you keep it for now.”

“This… isn’t that good.”

“Nonsense, you’ve helped me so many times, and you’ve never asked for money. Also, don’t let Sister Fang know I gave this to you.”

She knelt down and took a small candy pill from her medicine box for Xiao Hua, “Xiao Hua, be a good girl and listen to Aunt Xiao Wen and Mama, okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Aunt Wan,” seeing the candy pill, Xiao Hua returned to her carefree childlike self, her previous sadness instantly forgotten.

After bidding them farewell and refusing Xiao Wen’s escort, Wan Niang, with her medicine box on her back, headed home.

It was already late. Yang Lulong leaned against the doorway, waiting for Wan Niang to return.

She had been frowning, staring at the empty road, but when she saw the white figure under the moonlight, she unconsciously smiled. Realizing what she had done, she quickly darted back, afraid that Wan Niang would see her waiting at the door. She zipped back into her room and lay down on the bed.

Wan Niang entered the courtyard, closed the door, and saw that Yang Lulong’s room was dark, thinking she might be asleep. For some reason, a hint of disappointment welled up in her heart as she carried her medicine box back to her own room.

What she didn’t expect was a surprise waiting for her: by her bed, there was a wooden tub filled with hot water, and thoughtful strips of cloth for wiping. Wisps of steam rose from the water. Wan Niang put down her medicine box, tested the water temperature with her hand; it was warm, just like her feelings right now…