Chapter 4462

Now it was Zhao Desan's turn to be dumbfounded. He didn't expect Sun Xiaoqin to say such things.

Sun Xiaoqin saw Zhao Desan's stunned appearance and said with a smile: "Just kidding with you, look at how nervous you are!"

Zhao Desan laughed, patted his cheek with his left hand, and laughed: "What am I nervous about!" He was indeed not nervous, but excited—extremely excited. As he spoke, he leaned his face toward Sun Xiaoqin.

Sun Xiaoqin saw Zhao Desan's frivolous action, and her heart "thumped" wildly. Her jade hands were tightly clenched into pink fists, her heart was in a panic, and a look of expectation appeared in her panicked eyes.

Zhao Desan didn't kiss her as Sun Xiaoqin expected. Looking at Sun Xiaoqin's flushed face, that charming flush spreading to her snow-white neck, which made people drool just by looking at it—after all, they were at Sun Xiaoqin's door—Zhao Desan endured the itchy heart, swallowed his saliva, leaned his mouth to her ear, and said wickedly: "As long as your mother-in-law agrees to accept foreign aid, I'm ready at any time." As he spoke, he blew a heart-scratching hot breath toward Sun Xiaoqin's ear.

"Uh..." Sun Xiaoqin couldn't help but make a strange sound, her whole body couldn't help but tremble, and she looked at Zhao Desan with shy eyes.

"Alright, your mother-in-law is calling you." Zhao Desan said with a smile. After speaking, he turned to leave.

Seeing this, Sun Xiaoqin hurriedly asked: "Zhao Desan, where are you going?"

Hearing Sun Xiaoqin calling him, Zhao Desan turned back, looked at Sun Xiaoqin with a smile, and said: "I've eaten, I have to go back to the Zhenzheng Prefecture."

Sun Xiaoqin looked at Zhao Desan in a daze. Looking at his serious appearance, it didn't look like he was joking, so she asked doubtfully: "You're going back to the Zhenzheng Prefecture now?"

Zhao Desan nodded with a smile and joked: "Do you want me to stay overnight?"

Sun Xiaoqin blushed and said: "Are you going to walk back?"

Zhao Desan looked at Sun Xiaoqin with a grin and said: "Then what should I do? I'll just treat it as exercising my body. Do you want to send me back?"

"You wait." Sun Xiaoqin signaled Zhao Desan not to leave for the time being and hurriedly walked into the courtyard.

After a while, Sun Xiaoqin walked out of the courtyard. She was tightly knitting her brows, seemingly having unspeakable difficulties.

Sun Xiaoqin sighed, looked at Zhao Desan awkwardly, and said embarrassedly: "I have something urgent now and can't send you back. Why don't you ride the bicycle back yourself? I'll go to the Zhenzheng Prefecture to get it tomorrow."

"Forget it, I'll walk back myself."

Before Zhao Desan could say anything else, Sun Xiaoqin said decisively: "No!"

Zhao Desan couldn't refuse Sun Xiaoqin, so he had to accept her kindness and rode the bicycle toward the Zhenzheng Prefecture.

Zhao Desan rode the bicycle on the bumpy mountain road. Because it was noon, there was almost no one on the road. After riding for a distance, Zhao Desan felt a bit dry in his mouth. He happened to see a babbling stream on the side of the road. Stopping, he came to the stream, washed his face with the cool stream water, and drank two mouthfuls of stream water. The coolness that penetrated his heart rippled throughout his body, making him shiver comfortably, and he couldn't help but say: "Damn, refreshing!"

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..." Just after Zhao Desan got on the bicycle, he heard a fine sound coming from the cornfield that was one person high not far away. This made Zhao Desan instinctively startled, thinking, "Could there be a wild beast?" Zhao Desan couldn't help but slow down his speed, staring intently at the cornfield not far away...

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..." The fine sound constantly coming from the cornfield entered Zhao Desan's ears again.

It was late autumn, and the corn planted in the mountain fields on both sides of the mountain road had grown to more than one person high, densely connected into a piece, making Zhao Desan unable to see clearly what was in the cornfield. That fine sound made Zhao Desan a bit nervous, fearing that a wild beast would appear, so he picked up a two-foot-long wooden stick on the ground, held it tightly in his hand, and looked straight at the cornfield.

"Don't let it be a tiger or something," Zhao Desan kept chanting in his heart. He wasn't Wu Song; Wu Song could kill a tiger with his bare hands, but he only had the share of being eaten by a tiger. He put the bicycle away, tiptoed backward, not daring to make any noise, fearing to disturb the things in the cornfield.

At this time, Zhao Desan's palms were sweating nervously, and bean-sized sweat beads were oozing from his forehead, rolling down his sun-reddened cheeks and dripping onto the ground. Even his back was sweating coldly. When the breeze blew, he couldn't help but shiver, his fearful gaze fixed on the cornfield that made the fine sound.

The cornfield that was one person high made the rustling sound again, which also mixed with low sounds that were there and not there.

This made Zhao Desan feel a bit strange. His already tense nerves heard the sound that was there and not there vaguely coming from the depths of the cornfield, which made his tense nerves relax a bit. What sound was this? Zhao Desan tilted his ears and carefully listened to the ethereal sound.

Listening and listening, Zhao Desan couldn't help but knit his brows slightly, his nose tilted, as if he had heard such a sound, but for a moment, he couldn't remember what sound it was.

Damn! Zhao Desan couldn't help but curse in a low voice. This ethereal sound sounded very familiar, but he couldn't remember what sound it was, which made him very distressed. Now he had retreated to the small path on the side and couldn't hear that ethereal sound anymore. He could completely ride the bicycle away, but the doubt lingering in his heart made him feel reluctant to part.

Zhao Desan was very sure that the sound wasn't made by a wild beast. The strong curiosity in his heart made him a bit conflicted. Should he ride the bicycle away immediately? Or should he bite the bullet and have the courage to check the source of this sound?

At this time, Zhao Desan was struggling indecisively in his heart. That strong curiosity still made him decide to get to the bottom of it. He saw him holding a wooden stick, tiptoeing toward the cornfield not far away.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle... hmm..." When he walked to a place not far from the cornfield, that sound rang out again.

Zhao Desan muttered in a low voice: "Damn it, it's here again!" When he approached the cornfield, he heard that familiar sound become high-pitched. Suddenly hearing such a sound, Zhao Desan suddenly realized. He saw a strange smile on his mouth. "Man and woman love," these sensitive words floated into his mind.

"Damn it, scared the hell out of me!" Zhao Desan cursed, hearing the sound coming from his ears that was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, which made people feel a bit itchy in their hearts.

Zhao Desan certainly wouldn't just break in and catch them in the act, but was looking for a safe passage by the cornfield. If he broke in so recklessly, he would definitely be discovered by the people inside. Finally, hard work paid off. He found a small path in the northwest of the cornfield. Zhao Desan stood at this small path entrance and could clearly hear the panting and moaning coming from the cornfield.

With this natural barrier of the cornfield as cover, the pair of men and women inside were lingering passionately, and from time to time, he could hear the soul-stirring moans coming from the woman's mouth.

Zhao Desan felt as if he were a cuckolded man, preparing to catch an affair. He tiptoed toward the depths of the cornfield, and suddenly there was an unspeakable impulse in his heart.

Zhao Desan's two feet made a slight sound with the scattered corn leaves on the ground, making him even more careful. He thought, if the men and women who were having a hot time inside heard this sound, they would definitely startle the snake. Zhao Desan simply took off his shoes and socks, stepped on the corn leaves with his bare feet, and sure enough, he found that there would be no more sound.

Zhao Desan's face carried a triumphant smile. Stepping on the soft leaves with his bare feet, he approached quietly, listening to the charming moans from the depths of the cornfield, as if his two feet weren't stepping on the leaves, but on the woman's soft, boneless, and crisp chest. The woman was using that pair of stunning "big breasts" to give his two feet the most comprehensive "massage."

(Chapter 2416: Things in the Cornfield)! ===== CHAPTER 4463 =====