The village chief's wife slapped Yan Hui across the face, "You're no good either, supposedly an educated city person. Bah, just a pair of contemptible male thief and female whore."
"You... you..."
Yan Hui, a well-mannered man, was no match for a village shrew. He couldn't even utter a dirty word.
The village chief's wife spat at him again, "What about me? I've had enough of you two contemptible rotten creatures for a long time. What's dating? You're just a pair of filthy whores."
"Don't think that we rural folk are uneducated and don't understand dating. You're just like those who sneak into haystacks to steal people, the only difference is one does it openly while the other does it secretly."
"It's just that we country folk don't play the fancy games you city people do. You have knowledge and culture, and even in bed you can play openly. Bah, a loose shoe is just a loose shoe, and you still want to bring a fig leaf to cover it up, shameless little wretch."
