The Village Beauty, Chapter 761: Eyes as Sharp as a Knife "Who?" Li Qiao, who was turning back toward the house, suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him. Startled, he stopped abruptly, and in his cloudy eyes, two flashes of sharp, lightning-like intensity burst forth. Ma Cuihua had already been uneasy, unsure whether the method Lu Yun had taught her would actually work. Now, startled by Li Qiao’s sudden sharp command, her legs gave way and she nearly collapsed. When she met his gaze—eyes as sharp as a knife—her heart trembled, and she shivered violently, unable to bear her own weight. With a soft thud, she sank to the ground. "Cuihua?" Li Qiao, watching Ma Cuihua who had collapsed to the ground, saw all the brilliance in his eyes fade instantly. Surveying his surroundings, he found no one else present. After a brief hesitation, he approached Ma Cuihua, who lay motionless, and asked in a steady voice, "Cuihua, how did you end up here? What did you see just now?" Overcome by the intensity in Li Qiao's gaze, Ma Cuihua could hardly speak. She glanced up at his face, filled with shock, yet didn't forget her purpose—her eyes remained fixed on the small undergarment tightly held in Li Qiao's hands. Li Qiao furrowed his brows slightly and asked, "Cuihua, is this your undergarment?" Ma Cuihua didn’t know whether she had still not recovered from the shock or had been completely frightened senseless by Li Qiezi—she merely nodded gently, opened her mouth, and found to her amazement that she couldn’t utter a single word in front of Li Qiezi. Her astonishment was profound. Li Qiaozi looked at Ma Cuihua with a half-smile, yet his gaze remained fixed on her full, prominent breasts, as if he were waiting for just one word from her before reaching out with his calloused hands to gently yet firmly grasp her firm, resilient chest. For a long time, Ma Cuihua remained breathless, finally managing to glance at Li Qiaozi and notice that he seemed entirely normal—was it perhaps her own imagination that made him appear so intense, his eyes seeming like sharp blades piercing straight through her heart each time they met? Just a fleeting glance at Li Qiazi's neither unattractive nor awkward face, Ma Cuihua lowered her head. But at that very moment, she realized that Li Qiazi's already-erect member had pushed up his pants to a great height—so high that, if she hadn't been feeling weak in the knees, it would have surely been pressing directly against her face. "So big..." Ma Cuihua murmured involuntarily. Li Qiazi, who had been pleasantly admiring the two white clumps hidden beneath Ma Cuihua's collar, suddenly heard her remark and shifted his gaze. There, this woman who had appeared out of nowhere, was now staring fixedly at his erect member. A sense of pride surged through him; he chuckled softly, "Cuihua, did you see everything just now? Is that why you couldn't help stepping out?" "Mǎ Cuìhuā nodded shyly and said, 'Li Qūzi, your thing is quite large...' Li Qūzi became even more confident, looking at Mǎ Cuìhuā, who was as stunned as if entranced, and smiled, 'Cuíhuā, where is the man you stole? As long as you name him, I'll return this little inner part to you—without mentioning a word to anyone in the village about today's incident.' While speaking, Li Qūzi's saliva nearly flowed down. From the way he was looking at her, he was certain she had seen everything—his performance on the hay rake. Since she had the courage to come out, she must have been genuinely attracted by his rustic charm. Thinking this, Li Qūzi suddenly bent down and looked directly at Mǎ Cuìhuā, 'Cuíhuā, I'm asking you a question now.' Ma Cuihua's heart was in a chaotic mess, as if filled with a heap of tangled grass and straw—she had no idea how to handle Li Qiaozi. Yet, by chance, she glanced up and noticed Li Qiaozi staring at her chest with a mixture of surprise and intensity. A jolt went through her. She thought: Could it be that Li Qiaozi had truly developed an interest in her? After all, he was such a large man—more so than Lu Yun—and had been so overwhelming. Was she…? A shiver ran through her, sharp and sudden, as if she had been pushed through the water curtain cave and lifted into the air. She silently scolded herself: How low could she have gone? It was no wonder Xiao Yun was upset. When everyone else had been so absorbed, she had forgotten to attend to the matter at hand.