Super Farmer Onmyoji

Lin Hai struggled for a while, opened Yin Xiaomei's hands, and said shyly, "Xiaomei, don't...don't do this...if someone sees you...it's not good..."

"What's wrong?" Yin Xiaomei pursed her lips and said, "I'm not afraid of gossip, what are you afraid of? Do you dislike me as a married person? Dislike me as a widow?"

"No! No! No! Absolutely no such meaning!" Lin Hai quickly waved his hands, and changed the topic: "That...you came to see me for something?"

Yin Xiaomei brushed her hair, her eyes were full of spring, "What? Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"

As she said that, Yin Xiaomei took a step forward, and her towering tits pressed against Lin Hai's chest, and Lin Hai's little heart immediately jumped up crazily.

Today's Yin Xiaomei seems to have dressed up deliberately, and there is still the fragrance of shampoo in the tips of her hair.She was wearing a light green tulle dress, and the white bra inside could be faintly seen.As the evening wind blew, the long skirt swayed like water waves, bursts of women's unique fragrance kept drilling into Lin Hai's nose.

Yin Xiaomei smiled charmingly, her little hand slid towards Lin Hai's crotch like a snake, her fingers seemed to touch Lin Hai's crotch, and whispered in a seductive tone: "Today my son followed him Grandma has gone to visit relatives in the city, and I am alone at home tonight. Now, I have stewed an old hen specially for you, please come to my house to drink some chicken soup, you look thin, you should make up your body!" , Yin Xiaomei's small hands rubbed a little hard ~ touched Lin Hai's crotch.

After all, Lin Hai was a normal man, under the various provocations of this plump young woman, the little ancestor stood up instantly.

Yin Xiaomei smiled foolishly: "Is this a promise?"

Lin Hai's face was flushed, but he kept swallowing his saliva, unable to speak a word.

Lin Hai followed behind Yin Xiaomei in a daze, staring at Yin Xiaomei's writhing plump buttocks.

As the sun sets, the fields are lined with emerald green rice fields that fluctuate with the evening wind, and the graceful figure of Yin Xiaomei looms in the emerald green waves.The sunset glow is dancing on the edge of the sky, this is really a restless season.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Lin Hai came to Yin Xiaomei's house.

When Niu Wazi was working in a coal mine, he saved a little money and built a two-story brick house for his family. He also bought some electrical furniture.Although it is not luxurious, but Yin Xiaomei is a particular person, and she keeps the house clean and tidy, which is decent.

"Come on, come in!" Yin Xiaomei turned around and waved to Lin Hai.

It's not the first time Lin Hai has come to Yin Xiaomei's house, but it feels a little strange to come here today.

He couldn't explain this feeling clearly either, as if he was a little nervous, a little expectant, a little excited, and a little resistant.

"Sit down for a while and watch TV, I'll make dinner!" Yin Xiaomei brought Lin Hai a cup of scented tea, then put on an apron and went to work in the kitchen.

The sky was getting dark, and the night shrouded the small mountain village. The night in the mountains was extremely quiet, and occasionally a few dogs barking could be heard, adding to the sense of loneliness.

The small square table in front of him was full of dishes, and the dishes were all exquisite. Yin Xiaomei's cooking skills were pretty good.

Lin Hai took a look and found that besides a pot of delicious local chicken soup, there were also spicy and tangy sausages, shiny old bacon, a plate of fried peanuts, and two plates of stir-fried side dishes.

Such dishes are very rich in Fenghuang Village, and they can only be seen during the festivals.

Lin Hai is usually alone, and eats very simply. When he doesn't want to cook, he can just eat a bowl of noodles, and he rarely smells of oil.Seeing such a rich dish at this moment, I was so greedy that I picked up a piece of old bacon and put it in my mouth, "Mmm! It's delicious! It's really delicious!"

Yin Xiaomei smiled slightly, took out a bottle of white wine from the cabinet, and placed a small wine glass in front of Lin Hai: "Would you like some wine?"

Lin Hai did not refuse, it would be a pity not to drink some wine for such a sumptuous dish.

Yin Xiaomei poured Lin Hai a glass of white wine, then poured another full glass for herself, held up the glass and said, "Brother Hai, this is my sister's toast to you!" After saying this, Yin Xiaomei drank the glass .

On weekdays, when no one is around, Yin Xiaomei does not call Director Lin Hailin, but calls him "Brother Hai", which sounds more intimate, and it also contains some of Yin Xiaomei's inner feelings.

"Xiaomei, drink slowly, you will easily get drunk if you drink like this!" Lin Hai said.

Yin Xiaomei wiped her mouth and said with a smile: "I'm fine! Brother Hai, don't be shy, come, eat some vegetables! Eat more! Let me have a chicken drumstick, I specially stewed this chicken for you! Be more fragrant, I simmered it with firewood!"

Lin Hai was flattered by Yin Xiaomei's enthusiasm. A young man who has stayed in this barren mountain village all year round is naturally lonely in his heart.Seeing Yin Xiaomei caring for him so much, Lin Hai's heart can be described as surging, and his silent heart is slowly waking up.