Stealing Moonlight (Lily ABO) - Chapter 3

“Zhaolei, please spare your aunt, aunt promises not to tell your parents…Oooooh… Zhaolei, be gentler, you’re hurting your aunt!”

“Aunt, don’t yell!” Qian Zhaolei was clearly doing this for the first time; when Li Ling’er cried out, he became flustered and didn’t know what to do. A skinny kid, half a head shorter than him, reacted faster and immediately shoved his fingers into Li Ling’er’s mouth.

“…Woo, she’s sucking on me, she’s so damn slutty!” the skinny kid shouted excitedly, his face flushed.

“You also keep your voice down, do you want to attract people or what?” Qian Zhaolei snapped, slapping the back of the skinny kid’s head.

“Aunt, who cares who you sell yourself to? If you serve us well, we’ll come back every day with white flour… None of us have differentiated yet, so we can’t mark you. As long as you don’t tell anyone, no one will find out!”

As Qian Zhaolei spoke, he started to unbuckle his pants. Li Ling’er kicked and struggled, but she only managed a couple of attempts before her ankles were seized by the two remaining boys. That wasn’t all; the two of them, like hungry wolves, held Li Ling’er’s ankles and licked and bit them. One even left a full tooth mark on her ankle, making Li Ling’er whimper in pain.

Ruan Jing had initially thought these boys would just grope her a bit, maybe feel her up, but she never expected them to be so daring. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.

As she hesitated, Li Ling’er’s gaze suddenly swept over her. Those fox-like eyes, constantly streaming tears, were filled with helplessness and pleading, as hard to ignore as a steel needle jabbed into her fingertip. The pheromones were no longer leisurely; they were mixed with a raw, bitter terror and an acrid plea.

“…What’s that noise? Which brats are messing around in the fields!”

Ruan Jing ultimately couldn’t bear it. She yelled out, and the four half-grown boys immediately jumped in fright, pulling up their pants and scurrying deeper into the cornfield.

However, Li Ling’er didn’t get up immediately. She lay half-naked in the field, bathed in the cold moonlight, as if she had fainted, not moving at all.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ruan Jing called out, but Li Ling’er didn’t respond.

She walked over nervously, initially not wanting to look, telling herself she had all that stuff herself anyway. But her gaze uncontrollably fell on the soft br3asts, imprinted with teeth marks and finger marks. The mosquito bites on her lower back inexplicably began to itch. Her fingers, hanging by her legs, twitched as if in a spasm, but she ultimately didn’t scratch.

“…Are you still alive?” She gently kicked Li Ling’er’s thigh with her foot. Li Ling’er still didn’t move.

Ruan Jing immediately squatted down and reached out to check for her breath. After finding a faint airflow, she let out a sigh of relief. But the vanishing cream scent that had entered her nose suddenly changed its smell again. Before Ruan Jing could figure out what was happening, she saw Li Ling’er open her eyes.

She smiled sweetly at Ruan Jing, then picked up the half-brick she had somehow grabbed and heavily smashed it onto Ruan Jing’s head!