"Please, Brother Zhao, let me sketch the suspect based on my neighbors' descriptions first?"

Yun Ruo whispered in my arms.

Reluctantly, I said, "Bring your paper and pen here to draw."

Cloud Ruo nodded shyly. "I'll return to the dormitory for them."

"I want you to bring your pillow too," I instructed. Seeing her confused expression, I added, "Drawing on a pillow will be more comfortable."

Cloud Ruo nodded gratefully, clearly moved by my thoughtfulness. In truth, I simply wanted her to stay overnight - if I couldn't control myself, I'd take her; if I could restrain, at least hold her while sleeping. This unbearable loneliness had consumed me even with Xu Jing's presence, though she would never question our relationship.

Cloud Ruo returned with pen and paper, clutching her pillow as she quietly slipped into the dormitory and locked the door behind her - such a well-behaved girl. She lay on the inner bed while we lowered the mosquito net to begin sketching together.

"I haven't seen any of those criminals," I said. "Though I wandered Xian County recently, none resembled my neighbors' descriptions. Perhaps they're hiding in fear after committing murders."

"If you've identified it as Brother Kuang's doing, there should be nothing to fear," I replied. "If necessary, we can extract information through interrogation."

Cloud Ruo shook her head. "Calling it Brother Kuang is merely villagers' speculation. No one has actually witnessed the crime, and he never appears publicly. Proving his guilt would be difficult without evidence."

"For others, yes. But for me..." I smirked.

Though skeptical, Cloud Ruo was touched by my resolve. "Brother Zhao, we must avenge my father's death, but please promise you'll stay safe?"

"You're so considerate," I smiled. "Do you remember when I saved you while fetching water?"

"Of course! I'll never forget your timely rescue from the ravine. If not for you, I might have fallen or been disfigured. And that day at the post office when I fainted..."

I gently embraced her as I whispered in her ear. "Didn't Xiao Ning tell you how I instantly appeared by your side?"

Cloud Ruo gasped. "It's true! She asked repeatedly about my mysterious rescuer - one moment we were chatting by the water, then suddenly I was saved at the ravine edge. If this is real, your speed must surpass any sprinter, and that incredible strength carrying those buckets..."

I kissed her forehead. "Now do you trust me? Eliminating anyone would be effortless. But they must understand why their deaths are justified."

Tears streamed down Cloud Ruo's face. "Brother Zhao, I'm so fortunate to have met you! Yun Ruo promises eternal obedience - no more anger or disobedience!"

"Truly?" I teased. "What if your commands make me angry?"

Cloud Ruo solemnly vowed, "On my mother's honor, I'll always be your obedient daughter. Do whatever you command for I cannot live without you."

"That's the spirit," I murmured. "With my connections in Beijing, before leaving we'll have those villains personally executed by your own hand!"

"Murder is illegal..." she worried.

"Not if they're criminals," I countered.

"We aren't police officers!" she insisted stubbornly. She viewed me as an overzealous relative while she remained a passive observer - though I knew her concern for my safety was genuine.

"You may not realize this, but I represent law enforcement authority. The police themselves salute me these days."

She looked puzzled. "You speak in such profound ways..."

"Forget about that now," I said, adjusting the mosquito net to work on her sketch. Her warm body pressed against my back felt exquisite as we began drawing.

Suddenly the pen refused to write. "Let me fix it," I offered. As a high school student repairing pens was second nature - the poor quality steel pens and ink frequently clogged.

Following my methodical process, I first shook the pen, then disassembled it for cleaning. With considerable ink ejected onto our bedsheets, success seemed certain.

Cloud Ruo watched intently from above as I worked. "Brother Zhao," she purred, "did any girls admire you in high school? Your handsome face must have drawn many admirers."

Remaining prone on the bed (enjoying her weight too much to move), I replied, "I was just a bookworm back then - no romantic entanglements or university degree. Only after retiring did I finally pass my exams through dedicated study."

"You were destined for me!" she declared. "Though I'm still young enough that we cannot marry immediately, you needn't worry about propriety with me. I've long matured beyond mere childhood..."

My restraint snapped at this invitation to intimacy. Perhaps revealing the other women in my life would ease her resistance...

"Ah!" My hand was now covered in blue ink, staining Cloud Ruo's shirt.

Her eyes flew open as she gasped, "Brother Zhao! Your hands are dirty - my clothing!"

"Calm down," I soothed. "I'll buy you a better one."

Checking herself anxiously, she exclaimed, "Even my body is stained! Quick, give me paper towels!"

This trivial mess seemed excessive compared to her past as a beggar tolerating far worse filth.

"Remove your shirt immediately before more ink spreads," I ordered. The blouse joined the floor, followed by the brassiere loosened by my deliberate fingers - revealing two full, blushing mounds.

Cloud Ruo gasped again. "Brother Zhao! How dare you undress me without warning!"

I had endured countless lonely nights in Liangshan since arriving from ancient times when Elena's nightly company alleviated my loneliness. Now consumed by desire, control would be near impossible tonight.

Ignoring her protests, I began massaging the ink-stained mounds while leaning over to kiss her.

"Wait! The ink - my chest!" she pleaded as I smudged more blue paint across one breast for artistic effect before drying both with tissues.

The result was striking - one pristine and another patterned like modern body art. Her figure far surpassed any model's, making the display alluring beyond compare.

As I suckled the untouched breast while admiring its ink-stained twin through squinting eyes, my arousal grew uncontrollable. My hand reached for her belt...

Halfway through unzipping I noticed something suspicious within her underpants. "Cloud Ruo," I asked gently, "have you...?"

She bashfully nodded. Carefully re-dressing her, I explained, "Menstruation makes your delicate areas vulnerable - forceful intimacy could cause harm."

"I never knew these things," she whispered, clinging to my waist as if afraid I'd vanish.

"Let's try something else then," I said, guiding her hand beneath the pants.

She gasped at the contact before playfully biting my shoulder. "You're teasing me again!"

Trust me with my experience - indeed this was true...

Cloud Ruo shied away from viewing my anatomy but soon followed my instructions in pleasuring me until climax.

"Your breasts are so beautiful," I murmured between kisses as she climaxed too, her body trembling from euphoria.

"I've been told to reduce them for dancing..." she confessed weakly before collapsing against me with a final shudder of pleasure.

After cleansing ourselves and changing clothes, we returned to drawing the suspects' faces - two distinct figures emerging: one resembling Japan's Kita Commander with thick mustache, another with long hair suitable for braiding.

I carefully stored the sketches beneath my pillow. "Tomorrow I'll commission friends to investigate these men."

As night deepened, Cloud Ruo fell asleep in my arms declaring me her father-in-law figure. "Your happiness is my duty," I whispered before joining her in slumber.

Dawn brought her quiet departure as Duan's morning routine commenced - likely another bureaucratic emergency meeting.

The government compound now gleamed with festive decorations unlike Zhou Qiang's earlier frugal approach. This ostentatious display reminded me of the absurdity surrounding Xu Jing's "business visit".

"Little brother, isn't this excessive?" I teased Zhou Qiang observing the spectacle.

He chuckled awkwardly at our convoluted family dynamics before introducing Ma Secretary - whose gaunt face earned him his nickname.

Ma's obsequious praise to Zhou Qiang was met with my blunt critique of the extravagance. The old man's resentment flared as he claimed the county committee would handle Xu Jing's "investment inspection" personally.

So they wanted to outshine me? Fine - let them try to impress her while I silently observed their efforts.

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