Chapter 11: The Fall of Weiliya

Weiliya's face flushed crimson as she panted heavily a few times, hastily tidying her disheveled dress.

Looking at Fulade, the rich affection in her eyes was nearly overflowing.

Only, it seemed as though she had remembered something.

Weiliya's expression fell silent, and she lowered her head, saying with some conflict, "Fulade, what we're doing... isn't quite right."

Fulade looked at the conflicted Weiliya, a glimmer of indescribable light flashing through his eyes.

"Weiliya, don't agonize over it. Just follow the guidance of your heart, and leave everything else to me."

Fulade stepped forward and embraced the plump, beautiful woman, speaking slowly.

Leaning against Fulade's solid chest and gazing at that charming face, Weiliya was suddenly enveloped by a sense of security, feeling cherished and protected.

This was something she had never experienced before.

"Mm, I'll listen to you."

Weiliya gazed at Fulade with a hazy expression. Amid her rapid breathing, she lifted her chin, and the two instantly kissed again.

However, this time the two separated quickly.

"Weiliya, we should head back," Fulade reminded her.

After all, the two had come to fetch water, so they couldn't delay too long, and naturally couldn't engage in any deeper exchange.

"It's all your fault~" Hearing Fulade's reminder, Weiliya finally snapped back to reality and shot him a slightly coy glare.

That moment of tender charm and mature allure truly made Fulade's heart race for an instant.

The two returned home chatting and laughing, showing not the slightest abnormality.

Only, the frequency with which Weiliya gazed at Fulade grew more and more.

"Mom, why are you only just coming back?" Wailali complained.

"Oh, Wailali, I ran into your Aunt Bulaini on the way, so we chatted a bit more," Weiliya said unhurriedly.

As she spoke, she also looked at Fulade and blinked.

"Mm, Wailali, I can testify to that." Fulade understood instantly.

"Oh, alright then, we're all starving."

"You two aren't little anymore, and you need to learn how to cook too, otherwise what will you do when you marry someday?" Weiliya said.

"Ah, let me go change clothes first, you two wait a little longer."

Wailali looked at her mother with some confusion: "Didn't you just change today? Why change again?"

Weiliya's expression stiffened, and she glanced cautiously at Fulade before saying:

"I accidentally got water on myself just now, and it feels quite uncomfortable."

Saying so, she climbed up the wooden ladder to the second floor and casually pulled the curtain shut to change clothes.

The corners of Fulade's mouth turned up slightly; he certainly understood why Weiliya was going to change clothes.

The two sisters didn't notice anything unusual about their mother at all.

Only Weiluona seemed to sense something through the frequency of Weiliya's heartbeat.

However, as someone who had dedicated everything including her soul to Fulade, Weiluona couldn't care less about this.

She just sat quietly off to the side, eating melon with great interest.

"Brother Fulade, the scenery here is really beautiful. Let me take you around."

Wailali came to Fulade's side, her beautiful, captivating large Kazilan eyes looking at him with considerable anticipation.

Looking at the slightly clumsy, adorable appearance of the young girl before him, Fulade didn't want to disappoint her, so he nodded and agreed.

Seeing this, her older sister Luxi felt an inexplicable surge of jealousy and hurriedly stepped forward as well, saying, "Brother Fulade, let's all go together."

Wailali didn't think much of it, only glancing at her sister in confusion before taking Fulade's arm and walking out.

Seeing this, Luxi quickly followed, somewhat nervously taking Fulade's other arm. Only after noticing that Fulade didn't refuse did her expression relax. Looking at Luxi, whose body was faintly pressing against his arm, how could Fulade not understand the young girl's little thoughts at this moment.

Although Luxi was a year older than Wailali, compared to Wailali's petite and sweet appearance, Luxi seemed somewhat inferior.

Luxi's figure, however, was extremely fully developed, and though it looked quite nice as well.

But Fulade, who knew the original plot, understood that if Luxi were a few years older, her figure would absolutely go out of shape.

But to him, none of this was a problem; all he wanted was the virgin blood of the young girl Luxi.

Having finished changing clothes, Weiliya watched her two daughters being intimate with Fulade and frowned imperceptibly.

A few twinges of uneasy worry arose in her heart.

On the other side, led by the two young girls, the three arrived at the mountain behind the village.

Dense shrubbery and trees that blocked out the sky covered the area. Following the guidance of the river, the three came before a waterfall.

Vibrant flowers covering the ground and various animals drinking at the pool's edge gave the place a unique charm.

"How about it, the scenery here is nice, isn't it?" Wailali said as if showing off.

"Mm, indeed it is. It gives a very harmonious and peaceful feeling, a good place to relax one's mind," Fulade admired, looking at the scenery before him.

He rarely saw scenes like this. Under the orders of the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, he had been constantly moving through wars all these years.

He seldom had the opportunity to experience such beautiful scenes.

At this moment, Fulade, whose mind had always been tense, seemed to relax, wanting to savor a brief moment of tranquility.

So he found a flat patch of ground and lay there with his mind at ease.

The two sisters also came to lie beside Fulade, chattering about some amusing tales of the village.

Fulade responded casually and intermittently.

The two young girls, however, were enjoying themselves, clearly both trying every way to attract Fulade's attention.

Compared to Luxi, who was somewhat inarticulate, Wailali's quirkiness and cleverness genuinely drew most of Fulade's attention.

This made Luxi feel a wave of discouragement.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's hurry back."

"Your mother should have dinner ready by now, she's waiting," Fulade said.

Seeing that she had captured most of Fulade's attention, Wailali instinctively cast her gaze toward her sister on the other side, as if declaring her victory.

"Okay, Brother Fulade." Saying so, she stood up, grabbed Fulaide's arm, and walked back.

Watching the two walking ahead, Luxi felt a sense of defeat in her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, the two sisters had always lived together and shared a close bond.

Though Luxi was somewhat displeased with Wailali's behavior just now, she didn't say much.

In fact, even the competitive state between the two vying for Fulade's attention was a choice made unconsciously.

Two young girls, their romantic experience a complete blank, muddled through a competition driven by their subconscious under these circumstances.

As night fell, the entire Jianjiaocun sank into darkness and silence.

Wailali's home.

In the open two-story attic.

In the darkness, violent panting accompanied by the rhythmic shaking of the bed echoed continuously.

"Slow down, you'll wake them up."

In the darkness, the blanket heaved high; a beautiful woman with a flushed face and alluring curves gripped the blanket tightly with one hand while clamping the other over her lips, panting heavily.

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