Became a vicious male mother

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Washing machines are a rarity in this mountain village.

Transporting goods from the town to the village might attract unnecessary attention.

"I'll leave the day after tomorrow after the wedding." The man flicked his cigarette butt onto the muddy ground and stomped on it several times.

The implication is that even if they bought a washing machine, they wouldn't be able to use it.

The woman, who had expected to waste time and effort arguing over a machine, was suddenly silenced by the man's words.

The day after tomorrow... I'll be able to leave this wretched place.

No more chopping firewood to boil water for bathing, no more eating pickled vegetables for dinner, and no more living in constant fear of what's happening outside.

The hard times seem to be over.

After she came to her senses, she instantly beamed with joy, her previous lifelessness vanishing. She grabbed the man's arm and gave it a heavy kiss.

He fled back to China from abroad, betrayed his organization, and was now being watched by the police.

This forced her to hide in this remote corner where mosquitoes outnumbered people all day long. There was no entertainment, no alcohol, no cards, and she even had to hand-wash her clothes. It was simply not a place for a human to live!

The thought of it made her feel unbearable, so the woman leaned on the man's back and began to cry and whine incessantly.

The unique hormonal scent emanating from a man flows evenly through every muscle, rising and falling slowly with his breath.

In the daily struggle to survive, there's no time to think about the great harmony of humanity.

The weather was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold.

If you open the window, you can see female and male aphids mating on the tree.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

"It's better than..."

"No T."

The two words brought the tender and romantic atmosphere in the room to an end.

We're on the run for our lives, so even if we want to vent, we have to be mindful of what we're doing.

"Fine, I'll go sleep outside for a while." The woman, who had been interrupted, pouted and got off the bed.

His back view conveyed a sense of sullenness.

With a loud bang, the wooden door was shaken violently, sending dust flying everywhere.

The room quieted down, with only the sound of the wind blowing in from outside.

"Have you seen enough?"

Zhou Shao turned around, a half-smile on his face, and looked at the person on the bed with his eyes half-closed.

The person on the bed was only covered by a coarse linen blanket, and the two exposed shoulders were delicate and smooth, like freshly peeled eggs. At this moment, they were slightly raised, making the two collarbones appear and disappear.

He's like a man, yet not quite.

"Where did you come from?" he asked.

This time, the person lying down finally responded.

Gu Xinglan's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she hesitantly opened her eyes.

"Wu Shui, come over and do your graduation project..."

His eyes gradually cleared, and he finally saw the farmer clearly. He continued, "I was brought here as soon as I got off the bus in town. I came here to find inspiration, but I never expected to encounter human traffickers."

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His eyes were timid, and the person speaking on the bed seemed afraid to meet his gaze, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

After saying that, she seemed to recall something, looking both surprised and frightened: "If my supervisor finds out I'm out of contact, he will definitely call me. I even sent him my location before I got off the bus."

He kept talking about the harm of being trafficked.

"Are you threatening me?"

Zhou Shao's upper body was bare, and his turned body revealed his sharp edge.

Only then did Gu Xinglan realize that the person was not wearing any clothes.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"We have a rule here."

Zhou Shao took the blanket covering Gu Xinglan and tied it around himself: "Saving a life is like building a seven-story pagoda. I saved you, so you either have to be my slave, or..." He put one leg on the bed, straightened up and looked at the person on the bed with a fierce expression: "Or you can give me back my life."

"..."

What kind of nonsense is this?

Gu Xinglan was puzzled: "I have money. If you help me book two tickets back to Wushui, I'll give you some money."

When money was mentioned, the person opposite smiled.

"I don't want money, I just want people."

"I only have money." Gu Xinglan was wearing only a pair of underwear, but she did not appear weak.

"Knock knock." The door opened.

"Brother, the wedding clothes have been delivered. The old woman is out there getting them ready."

"Send it in."

After saying that, the group lifted the door open together.

Combined with his tattoos, he exuded a menacing aura.

The tremor left Gu Xinglan, who was lying on the bed, completely motionless, her hair standing on end in fright.

The people who came in swayed their wedding gowns, which were thin and long, and looked like they would be difficult to fit into.

She watched as the man in front of her took the clothes and tried to climb onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

He then realized...

No? He's getting married?

The person who climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) swept over him with overwhelming force, leaving him no way to escape.

Seeing the other person's expression, Gu Xinglan kept backing away until he was huddled in a corner. He hurriedly shouted, "I... I'll put it on myself!"

He couldn't avoid it, so he could only pretend to accept it.

To his surprise, the person opposite him smiled and looked at him, their thick eyebrows revealing a sharp yet playful expression: "Aren't you working on your graduation project? I'll give you some inspiration."

After saying that, the man stretched out a hand and grabbed the person in the corner tightly.

Just like when he was rescuing people from the lake a few hours earlier, Zhou Shao grabbed the person and brought them right in front of him.

When you get close, that unique fragrance permeates every nostril and enters your nose.

He took a deep breath.

He had been abstaining for two months, and now that he had met someone he liked, he felt completely out of sorts.

With a "whoosh," Zhou Shao threw the wedding dress at the man and instantly pinned him to the floor.

His hot breath brushed against the other's ear through the trembling hair: "Follow me, and I'll take you abroad to eat and drink your fill."

It felt like a swarm of ants crawling all over his neck. Who could stand that? Gu Xinglan gritted her teeth and, in a fit of anger, stretched out her leg and thrust it straight into his genitals.

The kick was powerful.

"Ah!!" Zhou Shao had barely finished speaking when the pain in his lower body almost exploded. He cried out and rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed) with a few thuds, clutching his injured area.

The noise attracted the attention of a few people who were about to leave.

"Big brother!"

The footsteps came and went.

Thinking of those tattooed men, Gu Xinglan quickly crawled off the bed, grabbing the blanket.

The quilt covered the person's lower body, and Gu Xinglan pressed the person down to sit on a coarse linen quilt, hurriedly putting on the wedding dress.

The next second, the door was pushed open with a loud bang.

Several heads were continuously pushed into the room.

The two inside rolled off the bed, their struggle intense.

The air immediately became quiet.

Someone, unaware of the situation, asked: "Brother, I have some lard, would you like me to get you a jar?"

"roll……"

Zhou Shao's voice trembled.

It's not surprising that there are no gender restrictions; in any case, the older brother is the one in control.

But right now, it looks more like they're being controlled.

"Go, go, go!" The people at the front urged those who kept squeezing in from behind.

"Brother, everything outside is almost done, we're just waiting for the bride, you need to hurry up and finish!"

The wedding consisted of nothing more than a few red cloths and candles, devoid of any joy.

Unfortunately, the old woman's voice was loud enough to carry in from outside.

You can also hear the sound of gongs.

It's too fast.

Gu Xinglan had no intention of wearing a wedding dress at all. After throwing off her red dress, she quickly ran to the table, keeping an eye out for any commotion outside while rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Forget clothes, there isn't even any decent fabric here.

The only two issues were that the quilt was too bulky and the wedding dress was too brightly colored.

The thought of streaking flashed through my mind.

Is the chrysanthemum more important or saving face?

Without hesitation, Gu Xinglan chose the former and quickly looked at the unattended window behind her, intending to climb out.

As a result, just before the final step, her ankle was grabbed by a hot hand from behind.

Those five fingers were like sharp blades, instantly piercing into her flesh. Gu Xinglan opened her mouth silently in pain, slamming it onto the wooden table with a "bang." She braced her hands on the table, her forehead almost hitting the candlestick on the table.