Seeing that Dirk Carter still remained unmoved.

Edith Walsh became anxious.

She thought she wasn't being "provocative" enough.

She hummed softly, deliberately, as if trying to make noise. If it weren't for the loud wind outside, Dirk Carter feared the two next door might hear.

In the blink of an eye.

Edith Walsh's middle finger was already probing the cave, and if that wasn't enough, she deliberately licked her tongue at Dirk Carter. Though clumsy, she did it with semblance.

This wasn't a solution.

In this cold weather, with her running a fever and not covering up, she'd surely catch a serious illness by tomorrow.

After all, he's not a good guy.

Might as well take advantage of the situation.

Having settled on this thought.

Dirk Carter walked up to Edith Walsh, paused, and asked, "What would it take for you to lie down and sleep?"

"Will you sleep with me?"

Edith Walsh tenderly asked.

Dirk Carter nodded, asking, "If I sleep with you, will you be able to sleep peacefully?"

"I promise!"

Edith Walsh held up three fingers as she spoke.

Dirk Carter was helpless.

As he was about to get into bed, Edith Walsh stopped him, mumbling, "Could you take it all off too?"

He decided to undress; what should and shouldn't be seen had already been seen.

Dirk Carter quickly stripped down.

Just as he was about to slip into the blanket, Edith Walsh lunged at him like a wild beast, pinning him to the bed, then moved her head between his legs and suddenly engulfed Titan.

Compared to anyone else before.

Edith Walsh's oral skills were probably the worst.

She had no idea what she was doing.

Her teeth kept scraping, causing Dirk Carter to wince in pain, yet seeing her seriousness made him feel a bit moved, so he didn't stop her.

After at least ten minutes of effort.

Edith Walsh finally stopped her oral action.

She wriggled up beside Dirk Carter, her soft masses pressed tightly against him, asking, "Does it feel good?"

Dirk Carter inwardly sighed, but still said, "Yes, very good."

"I can make you feel even better."

With that.

Edith Walsh sat up, spread her legs, and aligned him at her entrance, sinking down with a squelch.

At that moment, Dirk Carter was stunned.

Not because of Edith Walsh's proactiveness, but because the sensation of being enveloped was overwhelming, even tighter than some younger women.

Then.

Edith Walsh's hips began to sway.

The two giant fleshy orbs swayed in front of him, an incredibly stimulating sight.

To maintain composure in such a situation would be unmanly.

Dirk Carter's desires burst forth like a flood; he embraced Edith Walsh's slender waist, moving in sync until she seemed utterly exhausted. He then twisted, pinning her beneath him, spreading her legs, thrusting himself in…

That night.

Dirk Carter didn't know how long they continued.

He only knew that when it ended, Edith Walsh lay there like a puddle of mush, motionless, drenched in sweat, steam rising from her body, her tongue sliding over her lips, murmuring, "You've broken me, I've been broken by you…"

The next morning at dawn.

Edith Walsh, still asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

After hesitating for a minute, she turned to look to her side.

Finding it empty beside her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, remembering something, she threw back the blanket to check. She found herself completely naked.

Her eyes widened as she was about to shout, but then noticed her clothes, neatly folded by the pillow. She reached out to touch them, smelling of laundry detergent and completely dry.

How did they dry in this cold weather?

Not bothering to think much more.

She quickly dressed, got out of bed, opened the door, and saw outside the village committee entrance, where a fire had gone out. Dirk Carter was curled up, leaning on a chair in a doze.

Could he have washed and dried them in the middle of the night?

As if hearing her footsteps.

Dirk Carter opened his eyes and saw Edith Walsh standing in front of him. He startled awake, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "You're awake?"

"Uh-huh!"

Edith Walsh responded.

"Has your fever gone down?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Edith Walsh touched her forehead, saying, "I think it's much better."

Hearing this, Dirk Carter let out a relieved sigh.

Suddenly, Edith Walsh asked, "Last night… last night, did we…"

"Uh… ahem… about that… Deputy Magistrate Walsh…"

Dirk Carter coughed, unsure of how to explain.

Edith Walsh waved her hand, saying, "You don't need to explain. Last night, I was the one who made the move. I was confused at the time, but now I remember everything."

"Oh, that's good then…"

Before Dirk Carter could finish.

Edith Walsh said, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, I hope you'll act as if last night never happened and don't mention it to anyone, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind."

With that.

She turned and left.

Men are often heartless after sex.

This woman was even more so.

Last night, she couldn't get enough of Dirk Carter.

But come morning, she wore a deadpan expression.

If she won't mention it, he certainly won't act like it matters.

About a few minutes later.

Yves Quill and the driver, Little Zhang, also woke up.

Seeing Dirk Carter sitting in the courtyard, they immediately came up to greet him.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Dirk Carter stirred the campfire and asked.

Yves Quill yawned and said, "Slept pretty well."

After speaking, he glanced around, leaned closer to Dirk Carter, and whispered mysteriously, "Boss, I have to tell you, this place is haunted, did you know?"

"Haunted? What do you mean?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Yves Quill lowered his voice, "Last night, while I slept, I heard a female ghost weeping in the wind, whispering, 'I want your life, I want your life...'

I want your life?

Dirk Carter paused, nearly laughing out loud.

There's no 'I want your life,' only Edith Walsh shouting 'I want you' repeatedly is true.

"And then?"

Dirk Carter continued to ask.

Yves Quill pondered and said, with a lingering fear, "She kept moaning 'ah-ah-ah,' and toward the end, kept repeating, 'I am dying, I am dying...' It scared me so much I didn't dare peek out of my covers."

Dirk Carter was speechless.

He patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Alright, stop scaring yourself. Pack up; when Old Yan comes, we'll head up the mountain."

Yves Quill wanted to say more.

But being rebuked by Dirk Carter, he dared not utter another word.

Around six-thirty.

Old Yan arrived at the village committee with a man and a woman.

The woman was Lillian, while the man was very short; from afar, he seemed like a child. Up close, it turned out he was a burly man, though less than 4 feet tall, likely suffering from dwarfism.

Old Yan pointed at the man and said, "Leaders, this is Lillian's husband, Dale Wright, and he's brought you breakfast."

With that.

Dale Wright pulled cups of soy milk from a basket in front and sesame flatbreads from another at the back, bowing, "Leaders, breakfast is simple this morning, please don't mind."

Everyone exchanged pleasantries.

Being a bit hungry, they quickly gobbled down a cup of soy milk and a sesame flatbread.

Dirk Carter noticed Lillian and Dale Wright bustling around to serve everyone.

He secretly tugged on Old Gramps Yan's sleeve, asking, "Old Yan, a question I probably shouldn't ask—are Lillian and Dale Wright really husband and wife?"

"Of course they are, why would I lie?"

Old Yan was taken aback, then realized, "Boss, I know what you're thinking. Lillian was originally a widow, after her late husband died of illness, she couldn't manage alone, so she married the honest Dale Wright. Don't underestimate Dale Wright's appearance; he's really earnest and knows how to live his life."

Lillian = Lillian? Dale = Wu Da?

Dirk Carter discreetly asked, "Do we have a Fredrik Westgate in Rearpond Village?"

Old Gramps Yan thought for a moment and said, "We don't have a Fredrik Westgate, but we do have a Claxton Hicks, Dale Wright's neighbor."

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