Chapter 51 ☆ The Truth About the Big Lion (Part 2)

Cheng Yaoyao turned around and saw a tall and handsome young man standing behind her in the backlight, with a sinister look and a terrifying aura.

“Thank you…” Cheng Yaoyao bit her lip, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she hid behind Xie San as if she had found a backer.

The man with the chubby face let one of his hands hang unnaturally and said in a hissing voice, “You little bastard, I’m not done with you!”

Xie San took a step forward, looking down at the fat face on the ground, his tone so cold that it made people shiver: “Do you still want to come?”

“No, no, no, we were just joking.” Old Liu took advantage of the situation and hurriedly supported the fat face, saying awkwardly, “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Seeing the three people fleeing in panic, the old farmer came over and said, “Those two are pork sellers; no one dares to mess with them! This old Liu is getting more and more despicable! Girl, it’s a good thing your boyfriend is here. I told you not to come here alone!”

Cheng Yaoyao secretly glanced at Xie San, feeling wronged and scared. She whispered, “How could I know they were so mean!”

She felt wronged and wanted Xie San to comfort her. But Xie San just said “go” and walked out first.

Cheng Yaoyao stomped her feet, but she didn’t dare stay alone, so she could only chase after him angrily.

The Hou Zi quickly caught up with him and said, “Hey, wait a minute. We haven’t dealt about bayberries yet.”

Cheng Yaoyao quickly made a gesture to be quiet. Xie San looked over, and Cheng Yaoyao, feeling scared, said frankly, “I’m selling dried bayberries.”

Xie San spread out his hands: “Give it to me.”

Cheng Yaoyao handed him the heavy cloth bag. Xie San frowned and said to Cheng Yaoyao, “Wait for me under the memorial archway.”

Cheng Yaoyao said, “But…”

Xie San said without question, “I’ll talk. You go over and wait.”

“Got it.” Hearing the seriousness in Xie San’s tone, Cheng Yaoyao nodded obediently, then pulled Xie San over and whispered, “The reserve price is four dollars and fifty cents. Don’t let him lower the price!”

Seeing Cheng Yaoyao’s face say, “I’m smart,” Xie San couldn’t help but twist his lips and nod. Cheng Yaoyao then ran to stand under the archway. There was no sun here, and gusts of wind blew from the alley.

Xie San carried the things and walked to the side with Hou Zi, away from the crowd but still able to see Cheng Yaoyao. The two talked in low voices for a while, mostly done by Hou Zi, with Xie San occasionally speaking briefly and expressionlessly.

Cheng Yaoyao yawned and lowered her head to fiddle with her watch. It was only half past eleven. Didn’t Xie San say he would finish at twelve o’clock?

Just as she was thinking, Xie San came over. Cheng Yaoyao took the cloth bag from him, which was empty. “Have you sold them all? How much did you sell?”

Xie San did not answer but led her through several alleys to the back door of a closed library, where no one was around. He then opened his hand, revealing a roll of banknotes and small bills.

Cheng Yaoyao took it and counted it. It was a total of 32 yuan, and there were some tickets. It was higher than the price she had negotiated with Hou Zi before! Cheng Yaoyao asked curiously, “Why are there a few more yuan? Did you raise the price?”

“Well,” Xie San said, “keep the money safe and don’t let anyone see it.”

Cheng Yaoyao took out her small purse, stuffed the money in it carelessly, and wiped her hands carefully with a handkerchief. She stuffed more than 30 yuan into the purse as if it were waste paper, looking as if she didn’t care about the money at all.

Xie San looked at her and whispered, “What did you promise me last time?”

“I promised you a lot of things, but I can’t remember which ones,” Cheng Yaoyao said easily as she folded the handkerchief and put it away.

Xie San said sternly, “You told me you would be good and not cause trouble. But you came to the black market by yourself. Is that good?”

Cheng Yaoyao’s eyes trembled, and her arrogance suddenly dropped. She groaned, “I’m making money. Look, I just made more than 20 yuan.”

She took out the small purse and handed it to Xie San. The small blue silk purse was bulging with banknotes when she squeezed it gently.

Xie San accurately captured the information: “Did you sell it to someone else?”

“…” Cheng Yaoyao was speechless. After thinking for a while, she changed the subject and said, “With this money, I can buy fine food, and new clothes for Grandma and Xiao Fei. And you, you need to change into new clothes too.”

Xie San didn’t speak for a long time, then put the small purse back into Cheng Yaoyao’s hand and held it. “This is your own money; keep it.”

Cheng Yaoyao’s fingers were slender and as delicate as silk. Xie San’s rough hands barely wrapped around hers. The two hadn’t had close contact for a few days, and Yang Qi flowed into their bodies from their skin, making the little lotus leaf happily stretch out.

The calloused fingers were rough and powerful, and when they rubbed against the back of her hand, it seemed to create a tiny electric current, causing many strange images to flash through Cheng Yaoyao’s mind. The body rolling on the big bed, the rolled-up skirt, rubbing her big lion… and the finger marks on her chest and the teeth marks on the back of her feet.

Cheng Yaoyao’s cheeks suddenly felt hot, and she pulled her hand back.

Xie San felt the softness in his palm struggling, and when he came to his senses, he saw Cheng Yaoyao’s cheeks flushed and her eyes were drunk. His blood boiled for a moment, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Yaoyao, you…”

Cheng Yaoyao snorted, turned her back, and stared at the wall. A chest pressed against his back, and Cheng Yaoyao turned away as if frightened.

There was a wall behind her. She pressed herself against the rough, hot wall and glared at Xie San: “You… you go away! I’m still angry!”

She finally remembered that she was still angry with Xie San, and new and old grievances surfaced simultaneously. She poked Xie San’s chest muscles with her fingertips and pushed him back. The force was like a cat scratching the most itchy parts of people’s hearts.

The soft and fragrant beauty was right in front of him, her pretty face flushed, and she glared at him in a way that she thought was very fierce but had no deterrent power at all, which made him want to bully her even more.

Only Xie San really stepped back obediently, like a tamed big dog, and thought back to what had just happened: “I wasn’t mean to you just now.”

Cheng Yaoyao said, “You were.”

Xie San denied, “I wasn’t.”

Cheng Yaoyao stamped her feet arrogantly: “You are still talking back now!”

Xie San’s beautifully shaped lips moved, then he pursed them and fell silent.

Cheng Yaoyao looked at his lips, not knowing what she was thinking of. Her eyes suddenly trembled: “Also, there is that thing…”

Xie San asked, “What is it?”

“You’re playing dumb again!” Cheng Yaoyao’s face flushed red, and she spoke without thinking when she was anxious. “What about you touching me?”

“…” Xie San let out a low, hoarse gasp, and the light in his narrow eyes scared Cheng Yaoyao so much that she dodged backwards. Behind her was a scorching hot wall, and Xie San’s breath in front of her was even hotter, with an aggression that made Cheng Yaoyao’s legs weak.

Xie San’s voice was hoarse, and he stared at her steadily: “I touched you.”

“You…” She didn’t expect him to admit it so directly. He didn’t show the guilt or shyness that Cheng Yaoyao had imagined. Instead, Cheng Yaoyao was stunned. Many of the words she had prepared were stuck in her throat.

She stared at Xie San dumbfoundedly, her cheeks flushed, and she looked so beautiful: “You… you still dare to say that? Why did you touch me! Did you sneak into my room that night?”

“Not only do I want to touch you, I also want to…” Xie San’s last words were so hoarse that they could not be heard clearly. A drop of sweat rolled down his sharp jawline, about to fall.

The hot breath blew against Cheng Yaoyao’s ears, making her legs weak. Xie San didn’t finish his words, but his eyes said it all. She cried softly, and Xie San grabbed her waist. She hung all her weight in his arms to prevent herself from falling.

Cheng Yaoyao cried and said something indistinctly. Xie San lowered his head and listened carefully, finally hearing clearly what she said: “Kiss me…”

Cheng Yaoyao’s lips were more delicate than rose petals and sweet. Xie San gently kissed her and stroked her silky hair with his big hands: “Don’t cry.”

This kiss was as light as a dragonfly touching the water, but it was filled with love and care as if it were a treasure. Cheng Yaoyao’s legs became weaker, and her heart pounded. It must be the little lotus leaf that is causing trouble.

In a daze, she wrapped her arms around Xie San’s neck and kissed him randomly. She first touched Xie San’s Adam’s apple, then his chin, which had some rough stubble that pricked her cheeks, and finally found his lips.

The scorching sun was shining in the narrow, deserted alley. The strong young man was sweating profusely, hugging the delicate girl tightly in his arms, but he did nothing, just exchanged a shy kiss.

It was a hasty, unstructured kiss, with a faint smell of blood wafting from the tip of the tongue.

The anxiety in her chest dissipated, Cheng Yaoyao suddenly trembled, and her eyes gradually regained clarity. She hung limply on Xie San’s arm, and their lips touched.

Cheng Yaoyao stared at Xie San’s face in confusion. His narrow and calm eyes were full of love, and a pair of big hands tightly held her waist, just like the big lion in her dream.