Chapter 41: The Wedding Night

Ba Ke Er, after finishing his meal, saw Zhang Fan sitting beside him, looking at him somewhat shyly. For some reason he began to feel dry-mouthed and tongue-tied, and even the treasure below him started to show signs of rising. Looking again at Zhang Fan's lips, oily and moist from eating, made him feel uncomfortable all over. Especially strange—although he had indeed felt this way before, he had never reacted this strongly! Little did he know, the food he had just eaten had been tampered with by his wicked father.

Lei Ya saw her son and his partner still here, an eyesore, and instantly felt heartbroken! She thought: Did I put too little aphrodisiac grass? If I had known, I would have added more!

Zhang Fan also felt especially uncomfortable, as if sitting on pins and needles. His face began to flush abnormally, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing Ba Ke Er nearby, he couldn't help but want to rush over. But before Zhang Fan could act, Ba Ke Er couldn't hold back either. He directly scooped Zhang Fan up in a princess carry and sprinted toward home. Lei Ya, watching this, was overjoyed beyond words! The annoying fellow finally took his wife away—how nice! Then he began to lavish all kinds of attentions on Dier...

Here, Zhang Fan, being princess-carried by Ba Ke Er, also felt ill at ease—a grown man actually being princess-carried! A princess carry! Simply unbearable; he resolved to take Ba Ke Er down. Unfortunately, he forgot to consider his own physique and Ba Ke Er's, so when Ba Ke Er pressed him against the door, he still obediently offered his lips. But when the tide of battle began to shift, he realized something was wrong! Oh my! Damn! How did I end up on the bottom! However, resistance was now futile. Thus, poor Zhang Fan, facing the tall, muscular, fully muscled Ba Ke Er, found all his resistance useless—any thought of counterattack was just wishful thinking for now.

Zhang Fan saw that his resistance was repeatedly useless, so he temporarily set aside his petty thoughts, and began staring at Ba Ke Er with wide eyes. Upon seeing Ba Ke Er's certain already-raised thing, he couldn't help but glance at himself, compare again, and silently shed tears in his heart! Damn it! Don't scare me like this! It's truly the case that without comparison there is no harm!

Ba Ke Er now thought his Zhang Fan was simply too adorable, constantly staring at him—had he become more handsome again? Hahaha… For a moment he actually couldn't help wanting to laugh. Ba Ke Er restrained himself for a long time before holding back his laughter; otherwise Zhang Fan would have struck out.

Ba Ke Er, seeing the current scene, directly reached over and took the plump, red fruit exuding a sweet, cloying scent from the bedside table, crushed it in his hand, and smeared it on Zhang Fan. After waiting for Zhang Fan's body to fully absorb the fruit's essence, Ba Ke Er then began his actions.

The moon outside the window was especially round, yet for some reason at this moment it actually hid behind the clouds. Could it be that she inadvertently saw what was before her eyes? Now it is hiding behind the clouds, ashamed to be seen? Nobody knows any of this.

This night, for some reason, turned out unexpectedly long.

At this time, the people still at the bonfire party had not left, and continued their singing and dancing.

No one knew how long this night lasted; in any case, only after the moon had slowly vanished from the horizon did the tribespeople, under the chieftain's lead, extinguish the bonfire, carrying their initial luggage, and bid everyone a reluctant farewell.