Qin Jingru was indeed starving—she devoured five rice balls in one go, plus two fried eggs and half a plate of stir-fried meat.
It would have been hard not to overeat.
“Ugh, I’m so stuffed!” After finishing the meal, she lay motionless on the table, groaning in discomfort.
Luo Song rolled his eyes at her and said irritably, “I told you to eat slowly, but you wouldn’t listen.
Now you’ve brought this suffering on yourself, haven’t you?” Qin Jingru had no response to that.
She pouted, furrowed her brows pitifully, and stared at Luo Song with watery eyes.
“Do you need me to give you a massage?” Luo Song asked gently, seeing her face twisted in pain, though he also felt a stir of lust.
If you eat too much at once, it can cause food to accumulate in the stomach.
You can relieve it by massaging the abdomen in clockwise circles.
Also, massaging the chest and pussy can help you relax.
However, the movements should be gentle during the massage to actually aid digestion.
Qin Jingru asked in surprise, “How do you massage?” Luo Song smiled and explained the method to her.
After hearing it, Qin Jingru’s face flushed red with embarrassment, her ears burning crimson.
She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered: “Then please help me massage…
if it’s you doing it, I’m willing.” Luo Song smiled without saying more.
He got up, fetched a basin of hot water, washed his hands clean, then pulled up a chair and sat beside Qin Jingru.
A strong, exotic fragrance hit his nose.
Qin Jingru only smelled it for a moment before feeling parched.
Then, stealing a glance at Luo Song’s handsome face, her heart suddenly melted.
Her eyes rippled with spring waves, dazed and entranced.
Seeing Qin Jingru’s shy expression and her rosy cheeks, Luo Song smiled secretly.
He placed one hand on her small breasts and the other on her abdomen.
Qin Jingru instinctively pressed down on Luo Song’s hand, then tightened her cotton-padded jacket.
After a pause, she relaxed again.
Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her mind went blank, her scalp tingled, and she stammered, “Brother Song, is this kind of massage really useful?” “Whether it’s useful or not, you’ll know soon enough,” Luo Song said softly.
In his heart, he was secretly amazed.
This Qin Jingru—who knew how she grew—didn’t have an ounce of excess fat on her body.
Her tiny tits and little nipples were slightly hard and felt very comfortable to touch.
Luo Song had learned some TCM massage techniques in his previous life, so his skills were unquestionable.
The effects were immediate, and Qin Jingru quickly felt it.
By now, however, she had gone limp as mud, lying sideways in Luo Song’s arms, letting him play with her small breasts and nipples.
She remained quiet, not wanting to speak, but inwardly hoping that Brother Song would keep holding her like this forever—and how wonderful it would be if he could use his big cock to fiercely fuck her.
“Feeling better?” Luo Song asked gently, seeing her silent.
Qin Jingru came back to her senses and replied with a smile, “Mm, much better.
Massage me a little more.” Luo Song nodded silently.
The maiden’s body fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, exceptionally pleasant.
In this cold winter, he couldn’t help feeling a bit hot, and his cock downstairs hardened again.
Qin Jingru sensed something unusual.
She pursed her lips but said nothing, only snuggling a bit closer into Luo Song’s embrace.
Looking at the cute, tempting little girl, an extremely evil idea suddenly popped into Luo Song’s mind.
Excited, every pore on his body opened up.
He immediately leaned down and whispered something in Qin Jingru’s ear.
Qin Jingru nodded with a slightly red face, though she also looked very curious.
Luo Song thought she should understand.
He slowly laid Qin Jingru on the bed and gradually removed her clothes.
“Brother Song…” Qin Jingru slowly turned her head to face Luo Song sideways.
The flush on her face hadn’t faded, looking so vivid that one wanted to bite her a few times.
“You should call me husband now…” Luo Song said, pressing his arm against her back.
While caressing her smooth, tender skin, he kissed her gently.
Qin Jingru smiled happily, closed her eyes, and offered up her small mouth.
Her little tongue also responded enthusiastically to Luo Song’s entanglement, completely unaware that at this moment, Luo Song was slowly spreading her legs.
Luo Song grinned, and the little girl’s clothes came off piece by piece until she lay naked on the bed.
Luo Song squatted by the bedside, looking at Qin Jingru’s just-developing white tiger pussy with only a few naughty pubic hairs.
Luo Song’s eyes were full of lust, and his cock downstairs was hard and swollen.
“Ah…” Qin Jingru suddenly opened her eyes wide, her beautiful eyes full of shame and unease.
It turned out that Luo Song had already climbed between her legs, spread her pink little labia, and pressed his mouth against her sensitive tender flesh, sucking out the juices that his massage had aroused.
Luo Song’s tongue slid rapidly between the little pussy’s labia, occasionally pressing against Qin Jingru’s hymen.
With his special technique, Luo Song had Qin Jingru panting and trembling continuously.
“Brother Song…” Qin Jingru gently pushed at Luo Song while struggling slightly and saying, “Brother Song, that place is dirty, you can’t lick it,” and tried to get up.
But Luo Song pretended not to hear, assuming she was just too excited.
He continued holding her little butt, his mouth buried in the maiden’s little cunt, sucking and licking and nibbling.
Qin Jingru felt her pussy being licked by Luo Song’s mouth to an unbearable itch, yet also incomparably comfortable.
She could only helplessly try to clamp her tender legs together, but this clamping only squeezed Luo Song’s head tighter!
Luo Song felt a bit breathless and had to launch a fierce attack on the little clit.
Immediately, Qin Jingru panted delicately, her moans growing louder.
Seeing this, Luo Song began to lick and suck even harder.
Qin Jingru suddenly started struggling with her hips from the stimulation.
Luo Song’s straight nose rubbed randomly against Qin Jingru’s white tiger tender cunt, making Jingru moan softly again.
Suddenly, Qin Jingru’s petite body trembled violently, and her little pussy sprayed out transparent climax fluid, splashing Luo Song’s face.
Qin Jingru hurriedly stepped forward and helped wipe the juices from Luo Song’s face.
Her voice slightly tearful, she said, “Brother Song, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.
It was just that Brother Song licked my little pussy so comfortably.
You can’t hate your little cock sleeve, your little bitch!” Luo Song was slightly stunned at first when sprayed with Qin Jingru’s juices, but hearing her tearful words, he reacted and quickly hugged Qin Jingru, comforting her gently…
Soon, Qin Jingru’s stomach was no longer bloated.
But Qin Jingru remained in Luo Song’s arms, only whispering, “How nice it would be if you promised to marry me.
Then I wouldn’t worry about marrying into the city, and you’d have a wife to wash clothes, cook, and tidy up the house, plus a cock sleeve always hanging on you to let you fuck.” Luo Song sighed and shook his head, “It’s not as simple as you think.” “You’re not old enough.
Even if we became de facto husband and wife, we couldn’t get a marriage certificate.
After going to the city, people would still see it as improper relations between men and women.” “If someone reports it, at best I’d lose my job; at worst, I’d eat peanuts” “be executed”.
Qin Jingru was shocked in her heart and looked up to ask, “Is it that serious?” “Yes, it’s that serious.
Did you think I was joking?” Luo Song said solemnly.
Saying this, seeing that Qin Jingru was no longer uncomfortable, he helped her put her clothes back on.
Qin Jingru felt disappointed in her heart and wanted to lie in Luo Song’s arms a while longer, but Luo Song had to return to the city soon and still had things to do, so she had to move away.
Then, Qin Jingru got up to wash the pot and dishes, then cleaned the kitchen and the various rooms.
During this time, Luo Song followed Qin Jingru, watching from the side.
The two chatted and laughed, played and joked, and time passed quickly.
When Qin Jingru left, Luo Song packed the remaining forty-plus jin of rice in a cloth bag, plus took two chickens and a ten-jin piece of pork for her to take home.
“I can’t take it.
If my father knew I came here shamelessly asking for food and still took so much back, he’d beat me,” Qin Jingru repeatedly declined.
Luo Song persuaded, “Just consider this the bride price I’m giving your family in advance.
Come back to Brother Song’s place for more when you’ve finished eating.
Besides, you’re my little cock sleeve bitch—I can’t let my little baby go hungry.” “Alright then,” Qin Jingru accepted the large bag of items, her small face red.
She kissed Luo Song on the cheek, then turned and ran off.
Though Qin Jingru was young, she had done farm work with her family since childhood and had some strength.
Carrying things while jogging wasn’t particularly strenuous for her.
“Run slower, don’t trip!” Luo Song reminded.
Qin Jingru didn’t look back, just waved her hand behind her, made an acknowledging sound, and in the blink of an eye had crossed the small stream.
“What a silly girl,” Luo Song murmured softly.
He watched until Qin Jingru arrived home before returning to the kitchen to take out the remaining rice balls and place them in a bamboo basket.
Looking at the time on his watch, it was already past ten o’clock.
On the mountain path, Luo Song began to calculate in his mind.
He didn’t plan to use the system to sell goods for money.
In this era, selling more than a hundred jin of grain at the pigeon market would attract attention, not to mention selling meat and other high-end goods.
Selling small quantities wouldn’t make money; selling large quantities would attract attention.
Did he really think those investigators were vegetarians?
Furthermore, what was the point of earning so much money?
There was nowhere to spend it.
Besides buying the “three rotations and one sound” “bicycle, sewing machine, watch, and radio”, Luo Song really couldn’t find any other major expenses.
Picking up antiques?
Luo Song didn’t understand them either.
Besides, by the time antiques became valuable, he’d be nearly fifty or sixty years old.
However he thought about it, it wasn’t worth it.
After the real reform and opening up, there would be plenty of ways to make money—why take unnecessary risks?
Luo Song didn’t consider himself particularly clever.
Without a proper method to avoid attracting attention…
Moreover, in both his past and present lives, he had a go-with-the-flow personality.
He thought that living a moderately prosperous life would be enough; he had no dreams of becoming the richest man.
So, Luo Song felt it was better to live a solid, down-to-earth life.
That said, in this era, for someone as young as Luo Song to earn such a high salary already surpassed the vast majority of people.
Now that he had activated the fucking system, where fucking women could make him the richest man, what more could he want?
Furthermore, after he married a wife in the future, even if she was from the countryside, Luo Song could easily find her formal employment in the city.
This way, in the future, his family would become a dual-income household, and life would be even more prosperous.
He could also secretly take out some of his supplies and rewards to distribute.
And moving forward steadily like this carried no risks.
Even when the winds shifted “political movements”, with his family’s status as three generations of hired laborers, as long as he didn’t act recklessly, he didn’t have to worry about trouble falling on his head.