Stealing Moonlight (Lily ABO) - Chapter 15
The dirt road leading to town was narrow and dilapidated, with newly dug irrigation ditches alongside it. The hand tractor’s tires occasionally dropped into them, causing the vehicle to sway violently from side to side. The two people in the back were jostled around like corn kernels being sifted in a winnowing basket, never finding a steady moment.
Ruan Zhengzhong should have been concentrating and driving carefully, but the fleeting glimpse of Ruan Jing just now was like hot gruel splashing, creating a trail of small, itching blisters in his heart that he couldn’t see or touch.
He rubbed his face several times, then anxiously fumbled in his jacket pocket, wanting to light a cigarette to satisfy his craving, but after fumbling for a long time, he found nothing.
Ruan Zhengzhong held back again and again, but ultimately couldn’t resist. As the tractor turned onto the main road, he quickly looked back, trying to glance at Ruan Jing again. This time, however, his gaze directly collided with Ruan Jing’s.
He inwardly startled, about to flash a smile and brush it off casually, but Ruan Jing’s light gaze felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Despite it being a sweltering hot day where one would break into a sweat with just a slight movement, Ruan Zhengzhong became like a half-frozen stray cat by the roadside on a winter solstice night—stiff all over. Forget smiling, he couldn’t even blink.
Watching the tractor head straight for a thick birch tree by the roadside, the hairs on the back of Ruan Zhengzhong’s neck bristled. He wanted to shout, but the sound was stuck in his throat, unable to escape, like thick phlegm.
Just as Ruan Zhengzhong thought he was probably going to meet his end there, he suddenly found he could move. He quickly exerted all his strength to turn the steering wheel, twisting his body so much he almost fell off the tractor.
Fortunately, he wasn’t going fast, and there was no one else on the road. The tractor executed a huge S-turn and narrowly made it back onto the main road.
“Oh no!” Li Ling’er, who was bending down to check her skirt, was caught off guard and slammed her head squarely into Ruan Jing’s collarbone. Ruan Jing gasped in pain.
Ruan Jing withdrew the pheromones that had been directed solely at Ruan Zhengzhong. This was her first attempt at suppressing someone with pheromones, and she hadn’t quite controlled the intensity. She composed herself, staring at Li Ling’er, who had once again actively “thrown herself into her arms,” but she didn’t even dare to push her away.
Just then, a gust of wind lifted Li Ling’er’s floral skirt, and the glistening, honey-like fluid on her crotch and inner thighs flashed in Ruan Jing’s eyes. But before she could get a better look, Li Ling’er, clutching her forehead, climbed off her, and her skirt quickly closed like the morning glory vines on her courtyard wall.
“Such a respectable college student, yet you’re a potential pervert! Where are you looking?!”
Li Ling’er pulled out a white handkerchief with small floral patterns and a light pink border from her pocket.
The handkerchief clearly wasn’t from the supply and marketing cooperative. Ruan Jing suspected even the city’s department store might not have such a beautiful pattern. Yet, Li Ling’er used this rare item without a hint of pity to wipe the still-wet white fluid from her palm.
“…You clearly want it too, why are you pretending?!” Ruan Jing’s four red handprints on her cheek became even more noticeable. She grumbled, annoyed.
Ruan Jing truly suspected there was something wrong with Li Ling’er’s head. One moment she was unbelievably brazen and promiscuous in front of her, and the next she was like a chaste woman who couldn’t be looked at or touched, playing her for a fool!
“So what if I want it? Even if my slutty fluid flows all the way down my thighs to my heels, if I don’t want you to fvck me, you still can’t.”
Li Ling’er carefully wiped her palm clean, folded the handkerchief into a small square, and sniffed it at her nose, wrinkling her brow in disgust. She then glanced flirtatiously at Ruan Jing’s still-swollen crotch. “I’m not your wife, so no matter how hard your p3nis gets, it can’t go inside me, understand?”
Ruan Jing was rendered speechless by her retort, so angry that her mouth unconsciously pouted again. This time, even the corners of her eyes turned red, as if she were about to burst into tears from being bullied.
Li Ling’er had intended to put the handkerchief away, but seeing Ruan Jing’s pitiful yet adorable expression, she maliciously decided to shake out the handkerchief and rub the side stained with her white fluid onto Ruan Jing’s cheek. “You want it? Go stroke yourself then!”