Chapter 120 - Left School Beauty Right Village Beauty

Carrying Hong Jiaxin horizontally, with zero distance contact, Luo Yang could smell the charming fragrance emanating from her delicate body.

Such a scene under the moonlight was enough to stir anyone’s desires.

He thought of Zhang Yu’s song, “The Trouble Caused by the Moonlight,” and mused that it reflected this very mood.

In the quiet moonlight, holding a beauty, listening to her silver bell-like laughter, and breathing in her fragrance, it was indeed hard for a man to maintain restraint.

True enough, heroes have a hard time resisting a beauty’s allure.

Unable to get close to Hong Jiaxin’s chest, Luo Yang then attempted to sniff at her thighs.

He was still holding her, so he only needed to shift her slightly to the right.

“You’re so naughty.

If you dare to mess around, I’ll hit you,” she said.

Hong Jiaxin, seeing Luo Yang trying to scent her fragrance, quickly used her left hand to wrap around his neck, freeing her right hand to push his head away, preventing him from sniffing at her body.

“Class monitor, you’re fully clothed, what’s there to be shy about?” Luo Yang laughed.

In the misty moonlight, glimpsing her graceful figure had its own charm, the semi-concealed outlines all the more tantalizing to the imagination.

“Put me down quickly!

I’m getting annoyed,” she complained sweetly.

Luo Yang carried her back towards his home.

The countryside night was quite tranquil, and their laughter on the village path carried far.

They were not far from the Luo Family home, and An Yuying, who had been chatting at Luo Family’s, faintly heard the cheerful laughter of Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin, and couldn’t sit still.

She hurried out to see what was happening.

Just then, Luo Yang set Hong Jiaxin down, and they almost stood face to face.

An Yuying stepped out from Luo Family’s home, and under the moonlight, she vaguely saw Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin hugging each other a dozen meters away, looking as if they were kissing.

Seeing this scene, she was stunned.

She also felt that Luo Yang was probably deceiving her, and the thought of him being with Hong Jiaxin made her even more melancholic.

Once free, Hong Jiaxin ran forward with a playful laugh.

But when she saw someone standing ahead, she stopped running.

As she approached, she recognized it was An Yuying.

They were not close, so Hong Jiaxin didn’t greet her, stopping instead to wait for Luo Yang to catch up.

However, before Luo Yang could reach them, An Yuying turned and walked in the opposite direction.

“You go ahead to my place.

I’ll check on her,” Luo Yang instructed.

Hong Jiaxin nodded her head.

Immediately after, Luo Yang quickly caught up to An Yuying, who was near the entrance of Luo Family’s home.

An Yuying wanted to take a detour home; her thoughts were a mess and heavy.

“Sister An,” Luo Yang called softly.

An Yuying ignored him and quickened her steps.

She planned to lie down at home and think things over, to make sense of her relationship with Luo Yang.

When he caught up with her, she felt a hint of relief.

If they were too far from home and unexpected guests came to harm Hong Jiaxin, they wouldn’t be able to rescue her in time.

Hong Zhong was so afraid of Bearded Man and his group, suggesting they weren’t to be taken lightly.

Having taken on Hong Zhong’s trust, Luo Yang couldn’t afford to be careless.

“Sister An,” he said again.

Seeing that she didn’t stop, Luo Yang reached out to grab her arm.

An Yuying tried gently to shake off his grasp a few times, failing to free her hand, but she stopped struggling.

“Sister An, what’s wrong?” Luo Yang guessed she was jealous.

“Let go, I need to go home.

Mm, release my hand,” An Yuying softly shook her hand again, her voice coy.

In the dimness, although her expression wasn’t clear, the slight tartness in her voice betrayed the jealousy spilling out.

In the past, when Luo Yang gave her a ride on his motorcycle, she would embrace his waist from behind.

With this foundation, he felt that holding her would not be met with resistance.

So, he pulled her into his arms.

In an instant, it felt as if he were embracing a piece of jade, supple and fragrant.

His chest pressed against her full figure, clearly feeling her heartbeat.

Strangely enough, when Luo Yang held her tight, she calmed down, neither insisting on going home nor struggling.

“Sister An, what has upset you?” Luo Yang gently stroked her back and asked.

“You kissed her!” An Yuying couldn’t help blurting out.

Luo Yang laughed upon hearing this, then briefly explained how Hong Jiaxin wanted to spar in martial arts, how she made dangerous moves, and how he had no choice but to hold her.

“If we were to kiss, we wouldn’t do it standing in the middle of the road, would we?” Luo Yang said with a laugh.

“You didn’t kiss?” An Yuying’s mood improved.

“Of course not.

There are lots of mosquitoes outside, let’s go inside and talk.” Luo Yang didn’t want to neglect Hong Jiaxin.

So, An Yuying went back inside with him.

Luo Yang mentioned to his father about Lang Yifeng working off his debt and requested that his father arrange some work for Lang Yifeng the next day.

Over these days, his eldest son had changed completely, skilled in medical arts, knowledgeable in martial arts, and also capable of earning money.

Luo Zhihai felt secretly thrilled, believing that his ancestors’ graves were emitting green smoke, indicating good fortune had come.

After hearing that he had cured Liao Menglan’s stroke, Tang Guihua kept asking Luo Yang about the methods of acupuncture, chatting for over half an hour before she finally bid farewell and went home.

By that time, it was nearly midnight; Qin Piao was about to get off work.

Luo Yang still had to take Hong Jiaxin to spend the night at Qin Piao’s home, so he let Hong Jiaxin take a shower first.

He sent a message to Qin Piao, giving her a heads-up.

The message read: “Sister Piao, I’m going to sleep at your place tonight.”

Qin Piao received this message and immediately replied with two messages, one composed entirely of kissing emoticons, and the other reading: “I’m just about to get off work!

Will be back very soon!

Wait for me, okay!”

Seeing so many kissing emoticons made Luo Yang feel a bit embarrassed.

He knew what she wanted in her heart.

Fortunately, An Yuying hadn’t seen the messages from Qin Piao.

Otherwise, she would have been jealous again, though thankfully she was easy to appease.

Hong Jiaxin finished her shower, and then it was Luo Yang’s turn.

After his shower, he saw that Qin Piao had sent a message: “I’m off work!

Heading home now!”

Even through the phone screen, Luo Yang could sense Qin Piao’s urgency.

An Yuying didn’t go home.

Seeing Luo Yang taking Hong Jiaxin out, she followed them to Qin Piao’s place.

With Luo Yang there, Hong Jiaxin could chat with An Yuying again.

If Luo Yang was to protect Hong Jiaxin, he had to be with her often, which meant An Yuying was bound to get jealous.

Fortunately, An Yuying was not stubborn; as long as the explanation was reasonable, she would accept it.

Leaving the house, the three of them walked slowly along the village path, surrounded by the chirping of insects.

The night breeze brought a slight chill, and it was only deep into the night in September in the South that one could taste a hint of early autumn.

On his left was Hong Jiaxin, on his right was An Yuying, with Luo Yang in the middle, able to smell their fragrances.

His mind was filled with unresolved questions, unable to understand which part of a maiden’s body exuded that fragrance.

He had asked both women, but neither had given him an answer.

They disdained to respond to such a question.

They hadn’t reached Qin Piao’s house yet when they heard the sound of a motorcycle from behind.

It was Qin Piao returning.

She had bought various items needed for the evening, but as she rode up the village path, she encountered Luo Yang.

Unfortunately, aside from him, there were also An Yuying and another unfamiliar girl with him.

“Sister Piao, this is my classmate, Hong Jiaxin.

She needs to stay over at your place tonight, is that okay?” Luo Yang said.

In fact, it was meant to be for many days; he planned to explain the details to her later.

“Okay.”

Qin Piao felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, her excitement waning significantly.