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"Do I say goodbye to virgins now? "It shouldn't be counted as one …"

He tried his best not to look back. The thing in his crotch was a bit uncomfortable and his way of walking was crooked.

Zhang Yun casually grabbed a piece of Sogatsu grass from the farmland and chewed it. His mind was filled with white flowers and small, tender flowers.

He rubbed the tip of his nose gently and then took a light sniff.

"Women in the city are the fragrance. It's all fragrant there, hehe …" That Qianqian guy is so big, those kids in the village are really lucky. "

He complained about how he had never met such a teacher who had overdone things when he was in school and fell into his fantasy.

"Such a beautiful female university student. If I can marry her into a warm bed and bed in the future, I'm afraid I won't have kidney problems, right?"

Then he shook his head.

"You poor brat, who can't even keep your girlfriend, and still owes me a pile of crap. How can I possibly like you …"

By the time he returned to the village, the feast had already ended. Pushing open the shabby door, the first thing Zhang Yun did was to run to his own water tank, stretch out his neck, and gulp down his fill.

It was for no other reason but to extinguish the flame of desire in his heart.

After what happened just now, Zhang Yun didn't want to do anything anymore. He lay on the brick bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He vaguely heard a strange sound.

It was as if someone was groaning, but he couldn't tell if it was pain or something.

The voice should have come from next door.

"It's aunt?"

Next to the wall was Zhang Yun's aunt, Zhang Xueman.

She was also a woman who had lived a miserable life. It had been just a few months since she married and her husband had gone out to work. It had been several years since she had last heard of her husband.

As the two families were related by marriage, they usually took care of Zhang Yun, who had no parents and had a good relationship with him.

The more he listened, the more he felt that something wasn't quite right. In the end, he began to hum.

Zhang Yun stood up and took out a portrait from the mottled wall. Behind the portrait was Zhang Yun's secret.

The secret was a small hole the size of a finger.

Usually, Zhang Yun's aunt, Zhang Xueman, would be lying on her stomach in this small hole, quietly observing Zhang Xueman, who was separated by a wall.

It's been a few years now.

This allowed him to pass through countless lonely and restless nights.

In the past, no matter what kind of clothes Luo Luo Luo was wearing, his aunt would always be conservative, so she could only see his body on the outside of his small vest and shorts in the summer.

But today, what entered Zhang Yun's eyes was a completely white body.

To be exact, not all places were white.

It was just like the trembling snow-white fruit that his aunt had grabbed with her left hand. On the top of her hand, there was a bright-red strawberry.

The alluring color had already fully bloomed, and under the rubbing of her fingers, it became even more tender.

As for his aunt, her other hand had already reached between her two fully opened legs, rhythmically fiddling with it.

"This is …"

Zhang Yun's brain was about to explode.

His usually conservative aunt, even the village's second-rate son, would blush to the point that her neck would turn red if she told a joke. Yet today, she actually let herself fly on the brick bed that was separated by a wall.

Could this be how my aunt looked like?