The autumn harvest time was in full swing, and the villagers were all busily working in the fields, leaving no one to visit the health clinic.
The sky, shrouded in mist, seemed to announce the approach of autumn rain.
Yet inside the small health clinic, Zhang Xiaoshan was bustling about with fiery enthusiasm.
Strange noises, a mix of pain and pleasure, seeped out from the thin wooden door.
…
At that moment, Wu Xiaoru was overcome with an indescribable feeling.
It felt shameful, laced with pain, and she even found herself growing dependent on Zhang Xiaoshan's methods.
Right when Zhang Xiaoshan was at the height of his fervor,
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and the movement below him stopped.
Footsteps rustled in the grass outside.
He hurriedly scattered his Divine Thought.
"Huh?"
Soon, a woman's figure appeared within the reach of his Divine Thought.
Tao Qian.