She opened the chastity lock.

  She opened the chastity lock.

  Soaking in the bath, Zheng Shuang recalls: What will happen tomorrow night? What will really happen tomorrow night?

  Narcissus again finds a reason to get close to him, for that birth permit?

  The husband of Shuixian would rather have no son than refuse to let Shuixian associate with him. What will really happen tomorrow night, even Zhai Wang himself does not know.

  But what happened on that "tonight" was still swirling in Zhai Wang's mind.

  The village king is no longer in the real Ming Dynasty tonight, he continues to return to the original "tonight", so, he simply continues to savor that unforgettable "tonight".

  That "tonight" was actually Zheng Shuang's eighth night in the village.

  That night, Zheng Shuang was still in his own room. It was called his own room, but it was actually a side house given to him by the King of Zhai Wang. However, despite being a side house, it was also decorated warmly for him.

  He waited like the seventh night, but unlike before, he knew it wasn't waiting for Xue Er to come over, but rather waiting for Zhen Wang and Xue Er's mother to take him to Xue Er's room. He was eager to go early, yet afraid to go. Zheng Shuang's conflicting psychology at that time made him start thinking about life.

  That's how people are, when faced with temptation, they want to try but fear the bad consequences. However, when temptation is too great, people often do things that they absolutely cannot do when calm.

  Zheng Shuang thought of this and secretly laughed to herself: Can women make men become philosophers? Is it true that the cruel women written about in books can make their men become philosophers? Then, wouldn't a woman like Xue Er also make men constantly think about problems? Are both extremes of women capable of producing philosophers?

  As Zheng Shuang's mind was filled with one question after another but couldn't find any answers, the door was pushed open.

  The King of the Village brought Zheng Shuang to Xue Er's room with an expressionless face, and the lamp on the desk was still flashing like last night.

  When Wang Zongwang went to pick up Xue'er, Xue'er's mother touched Xue'er's head and kissed her forehead. Then she said to Zheng Shuang: "Teacher Zheng, I hope you have a pleasant evening, of course, I also hope you respect my daughter. If you respect my daughter, you will be respected by everyone."

  Zheng Shuang didn't know how to respond and just nodded.

  The king didn't say a word and led his wife out the door, closing it behind them. Only Zheng Shuang and Xue Er were left in the room.

  Xue'er glanced at Zheng Shuang, smiled slightly, and began to unbutton again. One by one, the buttons were undone under Zheng Shuang's gaze, and piece by piece, her clothes retreated in front of him.

  The gleam of the tung oil flashed, as if teasing Zheng Shuang, and also as if sounding an alarm for her. Zheng Shuang was panting under the impact of both the tease and the alarm.

  Xue Er, in the flashing lights, stripped down to her underwear and suddenly leaned into Zheng Shuang's ear, blew a breath, and said: "Isn't love precious, but life is even more valuable? Coward!"

  Xue Er finished speaking, and actually burst out laughing. Xue Er's teasing words made Zheng Shuang's blood boil instantly, and his eyes seemed to emit a special light.

  Xue Er, however, avoided Zheng Shuang's eyes and immediately stopped laughing. She said seriously: "Tonight, I have an even more wonderful story to tell you. This is a story that my father just told me today! Father said this story can help me get through tonight safely."

  Zheng Shuang heard Xue Er mention her father, and thought of the serious expression and cold words of Wang's father in the past two days. His passion quickly dissipated.

  Xue Er got on the bed and said: "You come to sleep on the bed too! You know, not getting on the bed is also disrespect to me, and an insult to me."

  Zheng Shuang had no choice but to obediently get on the bed: "You tell a story!"

  Xue Er cleared her throat and said: "The young man in this story is just like you, can be said to be an excellent youth, because he also survived the first seven nights. Because of his excellence, on the eighth night, the girl who accompanied him had already fallen in love with him. Once a woman's heart is captured by a man, she dares to do anything. In fact, women are bolder than men when it comes to emotions, you won't deny this, will you?"

  Zheng Shuang interrupted Xue Er's question: "Don't digress from the story, continue telling it!"

  Xue Er chuckled and said, "You still can't change your impulsive nature. Alright, I'll tell you. The girl fell in love with the young man, and after calling him to bed, she opened the chastity belt. The girl stretched out her hand from under the tight rope and stroked the young man's chest, saying, 'If you have me in your heart, come over here!' The young man had also fallen in love with the girl. Moreover, he had already seen the girl's beautiful and seductive body, and when she called him over, how could he control himself? They both thought the chastity belt was just a scare tactic, and they couldn't resist each other's temptation. In the end, the man and woman did everything that could be done in bed... Alas!"

  Xue Er finished speaking and let out a deep sigh, stopping her storytelling.

  Zheng Shuang was eager to know the answer and asked impatiently: "What happened later? How were they afterwards?"

  Xue Er said in a low voice: "Terrible! Terrible! Three days after the incident, the young man died suddenly. No one knew what disease the young man had contracted, and he showed no symptoms before his death! The girl cried herself hoarse for him. However, people can't come back to life after they die. The girl regretted it! But there's no medicine for regret in this world! The girl cried until she lost her voice, but couldn't bring back the one she loved. The villagers didn't sympathize with her, even her parents didn't sympathize with her, saying she deserved it. The girl had lost her beloved and felt ashamed, so she hanged herself. Alas! The story is simple to tell, but how can outsiders know the bitterness of those who experienced it personally?

  Xue Er finished speaking and fell asleep again, soon snoring loudly.

  Zheng Shuang had thought that when he was called to bed, if he and Xueer were in love, they could put aside the bowl of chastity water between them. What would happen then? Zheng Shuang's blood began to boil as he thought this.

  However, the story Xueer told was like a large piece of ice thrown into his boiling blood, instantly cooling down his heart. Zheng Shuang couldn't stop cursing the damned customs of this mountain village in her heart! That night, Zheng Shuang heard that the wind outside the window was no longer gentle, and the howling wind sounded to her like the crying voice of the girl who had hanged herself.

  Zheng Shuang didn't know what kind of torture he would face on the next night, which was also his last night. Could he hold on?