Deciding to Elope

"Uh, heh heh... Stepmother, what did you want to talk to me about... heh heh, well..." Seeing the woman sit down at the bedside, Yahan's heart raced beyond control. Jiaming was merely hugging her thigh, yet he could feel her heartbeat pounding like a drum. Then, feeling guilty, the woman instinctively shifted farther inward on the bed. Her powerful thigh crossed from Jiaming's neck to his armpit, hooking him firmly deeper beneath the covers.

This stupid woman...

His neck and chest were heavily pinned beneath her thigh. It could have been a rather suggestive scene, but Jiaming only found it hard to breathe. Sure, he had trained, but that did not mean his neck was tougher than steel. Waves of suffocation washed over him.

Meanwhile, the woman at the bedside spoke. "Yahan, we all know you don't like Wenli, but your father has already made his decision. Don't make him angry anymore. Uh, Stepmother knows you don't like hearing this, so don't get upset first..."

"Uh, heh heh, I'm not upset, not upset..."

Yahan had no idea what state Jiaming was in. As she shifted inward, she tried to bring Jiaming's body in with her. Jiaming struggled slightly, but to no avail. One hand that had been holding her thigh abruptly slid upward and grabbed the beauty's full, firm buttocks. Yahan's body tensed, and her thigh instinctively pressed harder against Jiaming's neck. Jiaming, in turn, showed no mercy and squeezed down hard.

"Ah..."

"Uh? Yahan, what's wrong?"

"Heh heh, nothing. Stepmother, please continue..."

Whenever Liu Wenli was mentioned before, Yahan would definitely lose her temper. Seeing her attitude today, Stepmother assumed that after being locked up for a day or two, the girl had finally given up. No longer suspicious, she continued, "Your father also knows this is unfair to you. But although young men and women these days advocate free love and marriage, how many truly manage that? You came back from abroad and can't accept marrying first and building feelings later, but you'll slowly get used to it..."

Under the covers, after Jiaming's squeeze, Yahan's body gradually curled up like a shrimp. She reached down, using one hand to protect her rear while the other grabbed several strands of Jiaming's hair and yanked them a few times in warning. Her thighs and calves clamped down on Jiaming even harder, preventing him from moving around again. Jiaming, meanwhile, pried at her fingers and tickled the soles of her feet, trying to make her let go.

Rustle, rustle. Beneath the covers, a fierce yet small-scale war was underway, while the woman sitting at the bedside continued speaking.

"Your father feels he's let you down, so... that sports car you liked before, the one you said you wanted to earn money to buy yourself—your father has decided to buy it and give it to you this time. You're stubborn, but it's still your father's goodwill, so accept it. And the jewelry box your mother left behind—your father had originally kept it with me, but now it can be given to you as part of your dowry. Do you want me to bring it over now, or give it to you tomorrow... Heh heh, that was proof of the love between your father and your mother. Every time Stepmother sees it, I feel so envious..."

"Ah, heh heh... Let's... talk about it tomorrow... Stepmother... if there's nothing else... ah, heh heh..."

"Yahan, what's wrong with you?"

"Haha, nothing..."

"Why is the blanket moving so much?"

"Uh, uh... It's really embarrassing, Stepmother. I've caught athlete's foot recently... It itches terribly..."

Beneath the blanket, their battle had reached a fever pitch. Both of Yahan's legs were clamped directly around Jiaming, as though she wanted to twist him in half. Yet Jiaming did not dare struggle too forcefully. After a hard fight, Yahan pulled out several more of his hairs, and the pain made him instinctively thrust forward.

They both felt something soft and furry...

Then... the world went quiet...

Yahan had felt the furry sensation naturally because she had felt Jiaming's hair. As for Jiaming...

Jiaming suddenly froze, and Yahan seemed to lose all her strength at once. A moment later, Yahan's embarrassed voice came from outside the covers. "Uh, heh heh... All right... it doesn't itch anymore..." Then Stepmother let out a muffled groan, as though she had accidentally sat on something. Next, the television was switched on.

"Ah, that hurts... feels so good... Master... spare me..."

Yahan had turned off the television earlier but had not turned off the VCD player. The instant the television came on, an explicit scene appeared. For a time, apart from the moans and lewd sounds from the TV, the air in the room seemed to freeze. After a while, the two women stared at each other. Stepmother awkwardly waved the remote in her hand and laughed. "Uh, heh heh... this... uh... actually, there's nothing wrong with watching something like this... nothing..."

"Uh, yes... nothing, heh heh..."

There was no close-up of Liu Wenli on the screen at that moment, so Stepmother only assumed it was some ordinary sadomasochistic film. She pressed the remote and turned off the television again. To show affection, she climbed onto the bed once more and reached out to pat the blanket.

"Heh heh, well... Yahan... Huh, what's this..."

With a whoosh, a dark figure abruptly shot out from beneath the blanket. Before the woman could make a sound, the back of her head took a heavy blow, and she collapsed unconscious onto the bed. A moment later, after confirming that she had passed out, Yahan fiercely kicked Jiaming. As Jiaming fell over, he also viciously kicked her in the butt.

"How could you do something like that..."

"What the hell were you trying to do, you stupid woman..."

They both growled at the same time. This time, though, Zhang Yahan's voice faintly carried a sob. "I... I treated you as a friend. I thought you were just a little perverted. How could you do what you just did..."

She felt wronged, but Jiaming was no less forceful. "What I did just now? I should be asking you that. I came all this way to rescue you, not to get killed by you!"

"When did I try to kill you!"

"Do you know how hard your thigh was pressing on my neck?"

"I just wanted to move you a little farther in!"

"A little farther in?" Jiaming viciously kicked her thigh, only to be kicked away by Yahan without backing down. "You think I was admiring how sexy and pretty your legs were? These things nearly twisted me into a pretzel!"

"But you still shouldn't have done that..."

"Then what should I have done? Climbed out openly and given you an ultimatum? I warned you, and you only went further!"

"When did you warn me!"

"Putting my hand up there was my warning that if you pressed any harder, I'd grab!"

"You were copping a feel! Of course I used more force!"

"You were trying to murder me! Of course I grabbed you!"

Jiaming had never cared much about a woman's body, so he naturally did not feel the slightest guilt now. The two lay on the bed, glaring furiously at each other without yielding. After a moment, they each kicked the other once more before finally calming down. "What do we do with her now..."

Looking at the mature woman in her revealing, sexy lingerie, Yahan glanced at Jiaming and wrapped her in a bedsheet. Jiaming shook his head. "What the hell does that have to do with me!"

"But if she doesn't leave, someone will come in soon." Yahan said troubledly. "And that videotape—in the outside projector, it can't be played at all. The thing they use at home for projection is for films. We'd need to replace it with film stock to play it."

"Are you kidding me? Why is your family so backward?"

"Those old men like watching films in their original form. They often show them in the courtyard. What can I do about it!"

"Damn... Then what do we do? I can turn the VCD into film stock, but how do we deal with this woman?"

"There's no way..." Yahan thought for a long time, then stared blankly at Jiaming. "We can only elope right now..."

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