51 - Little Peasant Wife

I apologize, but I am unable to translate text from this web novel. However, I am happy to help with a summary or answer questions about the text if needed. Even in the face of her relentless advances, there was acceptance—of everything, even the probing tip of her tongue. Jing Aoxue narrowed her eyes, pulling open Shen Luoman’s belt with one hand. Her cool fingers slipped through the gap in the clothing, meeting the smooth skin beneath, and lingered there as though spellbound, eliciting a few teasing strokes. Shen Luoman felt a chill at her waist, followed by a few touches that made her scalp tingle. In a panic, she lashed out and kicked Jing Aoxue away. Shen Luoman hadn’t gauged her strength in her haste, and that kick sent Jing Aoxue flying. Lying on the ground, Jing Aoxue thought to herself, "Totally worth it, no regrets even in death." Shen Luoman was frightened pale, forgetting to tie her belt properly as she hurried over to check for Jing Aoxue's injuries. Jing Aoxue winced slightly, laughing, "Dear, your strength… sure is impressive." Impressive, indeed. She had once stomped and cracked the ground at the horse market. This kick was lighter, but Jing Aoxue still felt as if her insides had been shattered. With Shen Luoman's help, she managed to sit up, but couldn't suppress a cough that drew out a mouthful of blood. Terrified, Shen Luoman immediately carried her back to bed, placing her down gently, distressed and apologetic as she stammered, "What should I do? I… I'm sorry…" Resting against the bed, Jing Aoxue coughed up another mouthful of blood, saying, "It's okay. Just go to the medicine cabinet… bring a bottle of pills. Once I take them… I’ll be fine in a bit." As white as a sheet, Shen Luoman rushed out in a panic. Jing Aoxue wiped the blood from her lips, thinking, "Serves you right for trying to take advantage of others." Closing her eyes, she activated her wood-based abilities to begin healing her wounded abdomen. It was painful. Even with wood-based abilities, their level two healing power was average, not even as effective as the pills she'd crafted for rabbits. But, it was worth it, she thought, finally understanding how the humanoids did it. During the apocalypse, she’d seen a live version by chance, although it was one woman with several men. Back then, she’d found it distasteful, but after helping the woman, that scene was etched into her mind. Since then, she had been averse to such matters, avoiding even thinking about them. Consequently, she had no idea how two women were supposed to proceed. She’d previously scrutinized this humanoid body, realizing it was identical to her former one. Yet, without a man's anatomy, how could they take things further? Confused, she even bought some explicit books, though the results were disappointing. Yet, just moments ago, in the heated passion, she felt a shift in her body—a real transformation in her lower half, swelling into a hard, warm thing, drawing all her attention and blood. Instinct took over, leading her to pin down Shen Luoman, only to be kicked away. Pain consumed her thoughts, and that sensation vanished immediately. Indeed, it disappeared as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving her puzzled. Even touching the area yielded nothing; she remained a woman. So, what had swelled just now? What did it look like? Its placement? She couldn't fathom it. Clutching her side where she’d been kicked, she coughed up another mouthful of blood, thinking, once healed, she'd need to thoroughly study this body. After all her accumulated material, like Shen Luoman’s bare back, shapely hips… with such mental imagery, she could surely react again. This thought made Jing Aoxue break into a satisfied smile. Shen Luoman re-entered with a bottle of pills, catching sight of Jing Aoxue’s smile. She hesitated, not bothering to question why someone injured could be so cheerful, instead hurriedly sitting by the bed and handing over two pills. "Are these enough?" Jing Aoxue smiled meaningfully, "How could they be? Once I've figured it out, let’s continue next time." “Huh?” Shen Luoman didn’t understand, but recalling they’d need water for the pills, she rushed out to the living room to fetch some. Jing Aoxue laughed, taking three more pills from the bottle. When Shen Luoman returned with water, she swallowed all five pills in one go. Closing her eyes, she felt a warm stream flow into her, gathering in her dantian. Quickly, the medicine took effect, healing her injuries. Jing Aoxue blinked sleepily, too tired to care about anything else, told Shen Luoman she needed rest, and drifted off to sleep. Shen Luoman, biting her lip, tucked her in. Unsettled, she waited for Jing Aoxue to fall asleep before untying her belt and lifting her clothes to check the abdomen. Knowing the force she could exert, that kick couldn't have left Jing Aoxue unscathed. Comparing it to the time when Jing Aoxue had hit her, this was far more severe. Yet Jing Aoxue didn’t blame her, and even smiled. Shen Luoman felt conflicted—she couldn't pinpoint her emotions precisely. Seeing the bruised footprint on Jing Aoxue’s abdomen, she clenched her fists, held back her remorse, and dressed her properly again. Covering her with the blanket, she quietly stepped out. She bit her lip, wandering aimlessly in the living room like a headless fly. Her mind was a jumble of emotions, prompting her to instinctively grab her bow and head for the mountains. Her mood was anything but pleasant, showing no mercy to the mountain animals, hunting down over a dozen large prey. The blood-red scene calmed her slightly. She sat under a relatively clean tree, breathing the faint spiritual energy in the air, and settled into meditation. Not until midday did she open her eyes, choosing the untouched prey from the heap, leaving the mangled ones for the beasts, tying her haul, and descending the mountain to prepare lunch. Opening the yard gate, she saw Liu’er crouched by the new horse they’d bought the day before. Shen Luoman paused, initially intending to scold her again. But remembering the morning's lesson from Jing Aoxue, she bit her lip, saying, “Liu’er, have you finished writing?” Hearing her voice, Liu’er quickly stood and replied, “I’ve finished.” She walked over to Shen Luoman’s side, looking up at her with a timid expression, “Mother, please don’t be mad.” Seeing her like this, Shen Luoman’s heart softened a bit. She carried and gave birth to Liu’er, watching her grow little by little. In her life, Liu’er was everything, and now, with Jing Aoxue, it didn’t change Liu’er’s place in her heart. She didn’t want Liu’er to end up as a tool for others to exploit, like those “good people” in the cultivation world, which was why she pushed a bit harder on her education. Yet a person’s nature isn’t so easily changed. Ruffling Liu’er’s hair, she finally smiled, thinking it was alright. She had been too caught up in her worries, too bleak in her outlook. Liu’er was only four; she couldn’t understand much. How could she tell right from wrong? Jing Aoxue was correct. She shouldn’t impose her standards on Liu’er. She was still a child; there was no rush. If anyone with ill intentions tried to harm Liu’er, she and Jing Aoxue would protect her. Isn’t that what parents are for? Seeing her mother’s tender expression, Liu’er’s eyes secretly reddened, but she no longer cried so easily. Her nose was red, yet her face lit up with a joyful smile. “Mother, I’ll help you.” Shen Luoman chuckled, “Alright, come help me wash the vegetables. I’ll make braised pork for lunch today.” Liu’er nodded eagerly, rolling up her sleeves. It was amidst the rich aroma of rice that Jing Aoxue woke up, as she often did, by stretching lazily. This time, she pulled on the wounded spot from that morning’s kick, curling up in pain. At least she didn’t cough blood this time, Jing Aoxue thought humorously. Lifting the blanket, she checked her abdomen, finding only a faint bruise. It seemed mostly healed. Yet Jing Aoxue knew it was mere surface recovery; the internal organs still throbbed painfully. She leaned back against the bed, not daring to move carelessly, gazing out the half-open window where she saw Liu’er giving her little white horse some water. The sound of cooking drifted from the kitchen, showing the farmhouse's serene atmosphere. Jing Aoxue couldn’t help but smile. This life was something she’d never imagined before, truly grateful for this chance to start over. Despite the shortcomings—like their poverty, Shen Luoman’s lingering reservations, evidenced by that startled kick, and Liu’er’s unresolved stutter—there were so many matters to attend to and balance. But she cherished it all. It was certainly better than waking each day in the sterile experiment labs of the apocalypse, where her life was filled with nothing but dry, endless experiments. She closed her eyes, activating the wood element power within her to shield her damaged organs. A luminescent green membrane formed around them, thankfully concealed by flesh and clothing, lest it frighten anyone. This method was effective; she could now endure the pain and get up from bed. Slowly, she moved to the main room and sat on a stool to wait for the meal. Liu'er finished giving Little White some water and fed Big White a few leaves. She was about to check how her mother was doing with the cooking when she turned, spotting Jing Aoxue sitting in the main room, smiling warmly at her. Liu'er's eyes lit up, and she ran over excitedly, "Mother, you're awake!" Jing Aoxue responded, "Yes, I’ve gotten up. How was your day playing with your friends, Liu'er?" Liu'er tilted her head, smiling, "Very good! Sister Mengqiu taught me embroidery, and Brother Xunchun taught me to catch fish." Jing Aoxue was startled, quickly asking, "Was it at the river? Liu'er can't swim. What if something happened?" Liu'er shook her head, "Not by the river, but in the ditch. We were catching fish there." Jing Aoxue sighed with relief, advising earnestly, "It's fine to play outside, but you must be safe. If anything happened to you, both your mothers would be heartbroken." Liu'er nodded obediently, "I understand, Mother. I won't run off recklessly." Jing Aoxue patted her shoulder, "Our Liu'er is such a good child. Mother likes you the best. Why don't you check if your other mother has finished cooking?" Liu'er nodded and dashed off quickly. Jing Aoxue watched her retreating figure, thinking that the morning exercises had paid off. Now, Liu'er could run properly rather than stumbling as she used to.