Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

Lin Chen touched her slightly flushed ear, his voice deep and magnetic:

"You risked taking this back road in the middle of the night to come here, you never intended to go back, did you?"

The blunt words sent a shiver down Xie Dajiao's spine, and the last bit of her composure crumbled completely.

She suddenly looked up, and her pent-up emotions finally erupted.

All the pent-up grievances, the loneliness of being alone in an empty room for years, and the excitement brought by the person in front of me all surged into my heart.

She no longer restrained herself, took a half step forward, raised her hand and gently grasped Lin Chen's arm, her eyes slightly reddening.

"Xiao Chen, I've lived such a frustrating life."

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with grievance:

"I have no hope for the future. In all these years, I have never felt so panicked and disoriented as I do tonight, with only one person on my mind."

Her slightly moist eyes boldly met Lin Chen's gaze, setting aside all womanly reservations and pride, and frankly revealing her true feelings:

"I know I shouldn't have come, and I know the gossip in the village is scary, but I can't control myself. I want a little warmth, just tonight, just this once."

Dry wood meets a raging fire; each has its own feelings, and at this moment, there is no need to hide them anymore.

Looking at the candid woman in front of him, Lin Chen no longer made a point of keeping his distance.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her burning cheeks. Looking into her panicked yet pleading eyes, he leaned closer.

The dim light swayed gently in the night breeze, and only the breathing of the two people could be heard inside. The noisy chirping of insects outside the window became the best background noise. This secluded house was completely isolated from the world, and no one could disturb it.

Lin Chen left no room for maneuver. All his previous gentleness vanished, and the surging heat from the alcohol completely overwhelmed his reason, suddenly becoming fierce and forceful.

His deep gaze locked onto her flustered, evasive eyes, his eyes surging with intense possessiveness, showing no sign of backing down.

The overwhelming scent of hormones emanating from the man enveloped her, making her legs go weak, and she could only obediently lean against him, unable to move.

She had lived for over thirty years and had never been treated so forcefully and passionately before. This direct and intense offensive left her at a loss, yet she was also genuinely drawn to it.

"Xie Dajiao, you came to me of your own accord. From the moment you stepped into this courtyard, don't even think about hiding from me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave her no chance to hesitate or dodge, leaning down to completely silence all her flustered words.

All of Xie Dajiao's reserve, timidity, and concerns crumbled little by little.

Her long-empty heart was completely filled, and the grievances and loneliness that had been building up for years were released at this moment. She slowly let down her guard and chose to completely succumb to it.

The long night passed undisturbed, and the long-suppressed restlessness and desire in my heart were finally released in this secluded and quiet old house.

A strong wind has risen in Ivory Mountain, blowing from the mountain valley west of the village.

The first thing to be disturbed was the poplar tree at the entrance of the village, which was over thirty years old.

The once motionless dark green canopy suddenly trembled, and millions of leaves simultaneously turned up their silvery backs, the soft "rustling" sound like countless silkworms munching on mulberry leaves, instantly turning into an overwhelming tide of sound.

The thick trunk shook violently, and the branches, as thick as bowls, collided with each other, making muffled "bang bang bang" sounds, as if the old tree was stretching its sleeping muscles.

The weeping willows along the roadside were bent into full bows by the wind, their soft branches whipping the air with sharp "snap snap snap" sounds. All the thousands of green tendrils were pulled in the same direction, like a green flag torn to shreds by a gale.

Outside the village, the cornfields surged with green waves. The corn stalks, taller than a person, fell down in unison and then bounced up sharply. The broad leaves rubbed and slapped against each other, creating a sound that grew louder and louder.

Loose tiles on someone's roof were lifted off and crashed to the ground with a series of loud thuds, shattering into pieces.

The wooden fence bars slammed against each other, making a constant creaking sound.

The wild grass at the base of the wall was blown to lie flat on the soil, revealing the light-colored earth. The wind carried the fresh earthy smell, the astringent scent of the grass, and the sweet fragrance of locust blossoms in the distance, all of which swept across the entire village.

By the early hours of the morning, the wind had gradually subsided.

The old poplar tree's swaying slowed down, and the rustling of its leaves, which had been like the sound of tides, faded into a gentle whisper.

The giant waves in the cornfield have subsided, with only the topmost leaves still trembling slightly.

Dewdrops seeped through the gaps in the branches and leaves, coating the wet leaves and making the entire Ivory Mountain sparkle with a vibrant energy.

……

The light inside the room gradually brightened, and after a night of tenderness, the atmosphere was gentle and relaxing.

Xie Dajiao leaned against the bed, her hair disheveled. The fierceness in her eyes had faded, replaced by a more languid and gentle look, and her cheeks still bore a lingering blush.

She turned her head to look at Lin Chen beside her, her eyes filled with undisguised dependence, and she had completely accepted this man in her heart.

She remained silent for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, looked up at Lin Chen, and spoke with a hint of cautious flattery:

"Xiao Chen, I have something to tell you."

"Go on," Lin Chen said calmly, his eyes closed as he rested.

"I have a niece who is from the city. She is fair-skinned and beautiful, gentle and obedient. She is even prettier than Xiangxiu, and her age is just right."

Xie Dajiao genuinely wanted to improve the relationship between the two, and said with a smile:

"If you go back to the village and settle down permanently, being single all the time isn't a good solution. How about I introduce you to my niece so you can date? You can settle down and have someone to take care of you in the future."

She thought that by introducing her relatives to Lin Chen, their bond would deepen, and she could stay by his side legitimately without having to live in such fear. Even if someone saw them, it wouldn't matter.

Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes upon hearing this, a faint smile flashing across them. He knew Xie Dajiao's little scheme, but he didn't expose it. He simply gave a casual, indifferent refusal, his tone languid and aloof:

"No rush, let's talk about it later. I don't want to be in a relationship right now, I'm fine on my own."

From the very beginning, he never intended to settle down in a stable relationship in the village. Whether it was the flamboyant Wang Xiangxiu or the lonely and sentimental Xie Dajiao in front of him, he had no intention of staying together for long. It was just a mutual comfort in the boring days in the countryside.

Hearing his answer, Xie Dajiao felt a little disappointed, but she didn't dare to insist and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay, whatever you say. Just let me know whenever you want to look for it."

Nothing happened that night, and dawn was approaching. The villagers who had gotten up early to work in the fields were about to leave, and if they didn't leave soon, they would easily be seen by others.

Xie Dajiao got up, quickly tidied her hair, smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, and covered up all traces of last night.

Before leaving, she turned back and took a deep look at Lin Chen. Although she hadn't slept for very long, she was in excellent spirits.

"I should go now, or the villagers will see me."

"Be careful on the road," Lin Chen casually reminded him.

Xie Dajiao gave a soft reply, quietly opened the door, and, taking advantage of the morning mist, hurriedly returned along the deserted path, as if she had never been there the night before.

The courtyard gate closed again, and the old house returned to silence.

Lin Chen sat alone on the kang (a heated brick bed), his expression calm and undisturbed.

A night of passion is nothing more than a pastime in the countryside during a long night.