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The woman was named Amber Hall, and she was a famously known widow in the village, and even in all of Duo Phoenix Town.

Because she had been married three times, to three men, and all three of them had died of illness, she was given nicknames like “husband killer” and “broom star.”

So much so that after the last man died, nobody dared to marry her anymore.

Even so, there were quite a few men who had lustful thoughts about her.

All because Amber was really too beautiful, with her soft facial features, plus that figure that was curvy at both ends, it was hard for anyone to take their eyes off her.

Greg Jensen was no exception, his eyes went straight as soon as they met.

Today Amber was wearing a white shirt with, unfortunately, a black bra underneath, clearly visible from outside, which was very suggestive.

Moreover, her chest was so big that her clothes seemed barely able to contain it, making one worry that it might burst at any second.

The most critical were those Peach Blossom eyes, watery and soul-stirring, every grimace and smile exuded an indescribable mature charm, irresistibly enticing.

Seeing Greg staring fixedly at her, his saliva almost dripping out, Amber couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter, “You really are a fool.”

Greg chuckled, no wonder so many men wanted to have some sort of affair with her, this woman was really too beautiful and too tempting.

A hero dying under a peony flower is also considered romantic, even if he becomes a ghost.

“Put on your basket and follow me to the field,” she said.

Amber said this and turned to walk away, her plump buttocks twisting with each step, firmly locking Greg’s gaze.

Greg put the basket on his back and followed behind, unable to help his wild thoughts.

The action movies that he used to watch in school resurfaced in his mind, only now the leading man and woman had become him and Amber.

Greg smacked his lips, wishing he could see what kind of body was wrapped under those clothes, if he could touch it by hand, or even… how cool would that be!

Amber soon brought Greg to her own field and pointed to a large patch of cucumber plants:

“You pick a basketful of cucumbers first, then carry them down the mountain.”

Greg hadn’t expected Amber to be selling vegetables. Wasn’t his aunt supposed to be buying them? Wiry was Amber still selling to someone else?

But such vegetables didn’t earn much money even after they were collected, it was still better to grow your own.

Without saying much, Greg started working as he had done before.

The cucumbers were very good this year, and he quickly picked several sacks full, placing them in the basket to carry them down the mountain.

After several trips, the cucumbers in the field were finally almost all picked.

After the vegetable dealer settled up with Amber, she took out fifty, and handed it over to Greg.

“Make sure you hold onto this, don’t lose it, and remember to give it to your aunt,” she said.

Greg nodded. Amber giving him fifty dollars was already pretty good, especially since he hadn’t worked many hours in total.

Like the villagers who went out to be laborers, a whole day’s work barely earned eighty or ninety dollars.

Amber counted the remaining money and muttered discontentedly, “That Sun skinflint is paying less and less; I really don’t want to sell to him!”

Greg thought to himself that if his aunt bought vegetables, it would be indeed easier to manage a lot.

However, it was still too early to start buying vegetables now; they had to make a name for themselves first before they could buy these ordinary vegetables.

Greg had his plans, and set off for home with big strides; right now, all he wanted was to find a quiet spot to properly cultivate.

But the sun was particularly scorching today, and Greg was sweating profusely, so he decided to go to the waterfall halfway up the mountain to take a bath before going back.

While he was bathing, he suddenly heard a splash, as if something had fallen into the water.

Greg looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a small pool downstream; judging by the back, it was Amber.

And it was Amber Hall without clothes…

Amber Hall was soaking in the pool, but as the water was clear to the bottom, one could see her perfect figure.

Greg Jensen had only taken a glance, but that was enough to provoke a reaction, and his breathing stalled.

No wonder so many men had lustful thoughts about Amber Hall; her figure was simply irresistible.

Unable to help himself, Greg swam forward a bit and lay on the edge of the rock, looking down into the pool.

They weren’t far apart, and Greg was looking down from above, so he could see everything clearly and unmistakably.

However, he was only looking, without any improper thoughts, it was merely an instinct, an appreciation of beauty.

Amber Hall first soaked in the pool for a while and then began to scrub her body, leaving no part untouched.

Greg watched with hastening breath; every move the woman made was filled with allure, challenging the limits of human endurance.

Greg felt an intense heat throughout his body, like a volcano on the cusp of eruption, with magma ready to burst forth at any moment.

He didn’t dare to keep watching and quickly closed his eyes, diving underwater to calm the heat in his body.

The water at the bottom of the pool was very cold, quickly soothing Greg’s body, but his mind still ran wild with thoughts.

“Greg ah Greg, how can you be so lecherous?”

Greg surfaced and decided to sit cross-legged under the waterfall to meditate.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t concentrate, his mind kept returning to Amber’s enchanting figure.

Greg sighed, figuring he wouldn’t be able to meditate today. Just as he was about to get up and go home, he peered down at the pool once more, and his eyes widened.

Amber Hall was sprawled out on a large rock slab, sunbathing, and the key point was that she wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing.

“Is she taking a sunbath?”

Greg had an eyeful; the woman really was bold, not afraid of being discovered.

Though Peach Blossom Creek stretched for dozens of miles with pools like this scattered every mile or two, the chance of encountering someone bathing was still quite slim.

As Greg watched, the desire he had suppressed began to surge again.

He didn’t dare to continue watching, but he couldn’t control himself; after all, such an opportunity was rare.

While he was closely observing, Amber suddenly turned over, lying on her side on the slab.

Now, her whole body nearly displayed before Greg, with every part visible from the front.

The fire inside Greg erupted, blood boiling, consumed by lust.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and dove back under the water, not daring to look any longer.

It took Greg quite a while to calm down. Just as he was preparing to dry off, dress, and head home, he suddenly heard a sharp scream, “Ah!”

He quickly glanced toward Amber and saw her screaming and jumping around, with a green snake sliding into the bushes not far away.

“Damn, she must have been bitten by a Green Bamboo Viper!”

Worried, Greg no longer cared for propriety and leaped into the water below, swiftly swimming to the shore.

Seeing Greg, Amber grabbed onto him like he was a lifeline, “A snake! I’ve been bitten by a snake!”

“Where did it bite you?”

Greg was frantic; Green Bamboo Viper venom was potent, potentially leading to unconsciousness or even death.

Yet at this crucial moment, Amber began to hesitate, her face as red as a ripe apple, coyly reluctant to say.