Huanglan Village is nestled halfway up the mountain. Although it's hard to traverse, the mountain's grandeur is truly striking.
At this moment, Lin Fan is sitting on a rock on the west side of the village, gazing at the endless layers of mountains in the distance.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he exhales smoke and directs his deep gaze to Nie Yinghong, who is kneeling before him.
She is diligently licking Lin Fan's Iron Pestle, completely unaware of his change. With large gulps, she emits heavy breaths from her nose.
"Does it itch?"
Lin Fan pats Ning Yinghong's face, smiling as he asks.
"It itches... so much... I feel like County Magistrate Lin's big baby is hammering me hard!"
Nie Yinghong lifts her head, staring greedily at Lin Fan, while her small hands continue to rub the Iron Pestle.
"You little slut!"
