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The bathtub was not very big. Because the wound on Matsuhara Kika was not completely healed, she could not sit inside and take a bath with pleasure. She could only sit by the wooden bathtub and scoop water with a wooden scoop to pour it on her body.

Dong Limao wanted to avoid it, so he went outside to smoke a cigarette, brought the burned bath water in and poured it into the wooden bathtub, and said to Kika Matsuhara, "You wash it, I'm outside." What he meant was that Kika Matsuhara didn't have to worry about someone coming in and seeing it.

"Jiacheng, please wash with me, rub my back and wash my hair." Matsuhara Kika said it very naturally, without feeling embarrassed at all.

The Japanese have the custom of bathing together with men and women. Dong Limao knew that although he and Kika Matsuhara had already slept together, the two had never fought with real swords and guns. It was only Kika Matsuhara who had done it for him with his mouth and hands. When Kika Matsuhara said this, Dong Limao seemed a little restrained and stood there without moving.

When Matsuhara Kika saw Dong Limao standing still, she smiled at him slightly: "Come here quickly, hasn't Doctor Zeng explained that you can't get stuck in water before the wound is completely healed, so you have to work hard."

Dong Limao then walked to the wooden bathtub, but he didn't know what to do.

Kika Matsuhara was generous. Her injured right leg was straightened and placed on the edge of the wooden bathtub. Her left leg was inserted into the water in the bathtub. Under the pine oil lamp, her skin looked a little pale.

Dong Limao glanced at the wound on her right leg. Because the wound was too close to that place, Yu Guang could not help but see the place where Kika Matsuhara. He didn't mean to see it, but just wanted to see how well her wound was.

Matsuhara Kika put her head back, letting her long hair hang behind her back, and pressed her hands on the edge of the bathtub and said, "Jiacheng, take off your clothes, and help me wash my hair first. I haven't washed my hair for a long time."

"Oh..." Dong Limao replied, quickly took off his clothes and walked into the bathtub.

There is no soap at the home of the hunter, only one kind of soap bean commonly used by people in the mountains (a thing that grows on trees and looks like fruit. The skin can be used as a detergent. If you rub it with your hands, it will cause a lot of foam. It can wash clothes and hair, and it can also be used as a bath solution. It is much better than today's chemical products.).

Dong Limao soaked the soap beans in water, and then began to apply it on Jika Matsuhara's hair.

Kika Matsuhara raised her chest and raised her head, showing her body in front of Dong Limao without restraint.

Dong Limao squatted in the bathtub, his body was already excited. He was like a devout believer worshiping a goddess, starting from his hair carefully and carefully, helping Matsuhara Kika wash her hair and body. The foam rubbed from the soap beads was applied to her smooth and white body, allowing his fingers to feel her skin extremely smooth.

The neck, chest and back were then applied soapcorns one by one until her lower abdomen. After a moment of pause, Dong Limao glanced at Kika Matsuhara and saw that she had slightly closed her eyes, as if she was enjoying it very much. Then her fingers carefully slid towards her place.

When Dong Limao applied soapy foam to her, Kika Matsuhara was already excited and her breathing was a little quick. When Dong Limao's fingers touched her place full of desire, she couldn't help but snorted: "It feels so comfortable..."

Dong Limao was careful not to let a drop of foam touch the wound of Matsuhara Kika. His fingers slid back and forth in the grooves above. Perhaps because the foam of the soapcorn was too smooth, or because Matsuhara Kika himself was already wet, Dong Limao's fingers could feel the warmth and lubrication there. This wonderful feeling was transmitted through his fingers to his whole body, and finally gathered in a place, making the place more majestic and poked its head out of the water surface of the bathtub.

The hazy moonlight outside the window was blocked by the dim pine oil lamp in the room, and a few moths were blowing back and forth around the pine oil lamp. Occasionally, one or two were too impatient. Perhaps it was too impatient, and the flames of the pine oil lamps were burned to their wings and fell on the lamp stand or pierced into the lamp oil. They struggled a few times and stirred the flames of the oil lamps to shake a few times.

If someone looked inside the window at this time, a beautiful picture of a man and a woman bathing was unblocked in front of him. Unfortunately, in the home of this hunter in the deep mountains and forests, there was no one else except the old couple who had been sleeping soundly for a day. However, an owl quietly hid on the branches of the fruit tree outside the window, staring at the round cat eyes, monitoring everything around him without blinking. Unfortunately, the lights in the room made the owl's night vision eyes unable to clearly see the two men and women in the bathtub.

This was a very long bath. In order not to dip the water on Kika Songhara's wound, Dong Limao had to be more careful. Her long black hair was very troublesome to clean. She scooped water with a wooden scoop and poured it again and again. It was still difficult to rinse the soapcorn foam on her hair. However, Kika Songhara's skin was relatively simple to rinse, but it was not possible to rinse it with water. Dong Limao had to wet the water with a cloth and wipe the soapcorn foam bit by bit, including her place.

Just as Dong Limao used a wrung-out cloth to help Kika Matsuhara dry her hair, Kika Matsuhara asked: "Jiacheng, have you ever bathed a woman like this in the past?"

Dong Limao shook his head and said, "This is the first time."

"I will remember you took a bath this time for the rest of my life." Kika Matsuhara raised her head, took the cloth from Dong Limao's hand, wrung it with both hands, and wiped her hair by herself.

Dong Limao was able to free his hands and squat in the bathtub to scrub his body. He was cleaning what he wanted to do later. His eyes looked at Matsuhara Kika's breasts, and saw them shaking as she wiped her long hair with her hands. He couldn't help but stretch out his hands, stroking them on it, feeling their elasticity.

Dong Limao's head was dazed, as if the woman who was in front of him was the woman who was caressed in front of him was the Japanese actress Iijima Ai who made him unable to fall asleep for countless nights and was imaginative.

"Kacheng, carry me to the bed." Kika Matsuhara's cheeks flushed and she said softly.

Dong Limao stood up from the bathtub with his favourable hands, and gently hugged Matsuhara Kika, walked to one of the beds, lay her on it, and then gently pressed on Matsuhara Kika.

A breeze blew in from the window, blowing out the swaying pine oil lamp, and the hazy moonlight immediately jumped into the window and covered the two of them.

The owl seemed to see the two people in the room after the lights went out, and let out a shy cry, flapped his wings, and flew away from the branches of the fruit tree outside the window.

At lunch the next day, the old hunter woke Dong Limao and Matsuhara Nika in the yard.

The two of them almost didn't sleep much last night, and they kept tossing until the moon disappeared from the sky and the east made a white white stomach, and then they fell asleep tiredly. Suddenly, the old hunter woke up and called them back to reality from their beautiful dreams.

It's time to set off.

The old woman had already prepared the meal, including various dried bacon with prey, two or three kinds of wild vegetables, and fragrant glutinous rice.

Maybe Kika Matsuhara and Dong Limao consumed too much, both of them had a good appetite and ate a lot.

Yoshika Matsuhara's feet were still unable to walk freely. Dong Limao changed into the clothes he had worn in sweat, wrapped the headscarf of the Jingpo man on his head, and followed the old hunter on the road with Kishika Matsuhara. The old hunter also specially brought two raised wolves because they had to rest halfway and take two obedient wolves, so that they could prevent the wild wolf from attacking when they rested at night.

The three of them walked very slowly and needed to cross a few hills. Dong Limao was carrying Songyuan Kixiang on his back. He could have reached the Zhala Village for half a day, but it was dark after less than halfway.

On the evening of the day when Dong Limao and Songyuan Kika, Wang Baoqiang personally went to Yu Qiuyu's residence and told Yu Qiuyu what Songyuan Kika had told him about.

Yu Qiuyu escaped from the Zhala village this time. He was still in fear these days. He had nightmares when he went to bed at night and did not dare to go out during the day, for fear that Dong Limao would send someone to kill him. And Jika Matsuhara was gone again. He thought Jika Matsuhara could not bear the loneliness and ran away with other men. However, when he went to the small courtyard where Kika Matsuhara lived, he found that there were no things and felt very strange. Where did she go?

When Wang Baoqiang came to the door, Yu Qiuyu realized that Kika Matsuhara was injured and was recovering from the home of a hunter in the mountains, so she could not return to her side. She was happy and felt very strange. How could she be injured? Wang Baoqiang couldn't tell the reason, just said that a hunter brought a message and asked him to go to the Zhala village to pick her up tomorrow afternoon.

For Yu Qiuyu, Kika Matsuhara brought him a lot of joy. His body and mind were inseparable from this beautiful Burmese woman, especially when he was frightened, he could always get a little comfort from her body. Of course, he had no idea that Kika Matsuhara was a Japanese female spy in the past.

That night, Yu Qiuyu was excited to see Kika Matsuhara, and she almost didn't close her eyes all night. She thought in her heart how to keep her warm when she was brought back.

At noon the next day, Yu Qiuyu made an excuse and said that he would take the Imperial Army to patrol the countryside. He brought a squadron and drove towards the direction of Zhala Village. He brought so many people because he was worried that he would be ambushed by guerrillas on the way.

Dong Limao carried Songyuan Kika. When he was about to reach the forest near the Zhela Village, he asked the old hunter to go back, and then used the juice of bamboo leaves to smear on his face casually, and Songyuan Kika asked him to pretend to be mute.

Yu Qiuyu led a squadron of the Imperial Army to the Zhala village, which had already become an empty village. He did not enter the village, but waited at the intersection. When the sun was about to set in the afternoon, he was a little anxious and kept taking out his pocket watch to look.

Dong Limao walked out of the woods with Songyuan Kixiang on his back and walked on the dirt road leading to the Zhala Village. He saw the Imperial Army standing there from a distance.
Chapter completed!