Hey, You Selling Vegetables

High-ranking, queenly bottom x rough, vegetable-selling young man Small-town short story Skin tone difference / size difference / dog-like behavior / both sexually inexperienced and faithful One morning, while heading to work as usual, something went wrong. Si Sheng was left in the car by his driver, forced to wait outside the entrance to the vegetable market. The market was crowded and filled with all kinds of smells. His head was pounding as he stared, transfixed, at a man selling vegetables. Sweat ran down the man's temple. His white undershirt clung to his broad, damp chest, and his rough hands packed fresh, crisp lettuce into a bag. That night, the owner of those rough hands appeared out of nowhere in his dreams. A couple of days later, his driver cheerfully asked for time off, saying he wanted to set up the vegetable seller with a woman. She was a good match, and the man was hardworking. A perfect match, handsome man and beautiful woman, a rare stroke of fate. Si Sheng scoffed. Under the table at the matchmaking dinner, he slid his foot into the man's suit pants, and in front of the man's date, coaxed him into drinking one glass after another until he was drunk. Beneath the moonlight, the vegetable seller knelt at his feet, his calloused hands gripping Si Sheng's bare ankle. He cried as he kissed Si Sheng's palm, begging him not to leave. Next up in the small-town series: "Hey, Human, Your Kitty's Run Off with Your Underwear!" Bai Song had recently run into a rather embarrassing problem. When he discovered it, he was holding the last clean pair of underwear in his closet, standing there in a daze. His friend on the phone scratched his head. "No way. Are there still perverts who steal men's underwear these days?" "Who knows? I live on the sixth floor." Bai Song clutched the last scrap of dignity left after the tide went out and opened his door. "It's not like my roommate stole my underwear, right?" As luck would have it, his roommate, the kind of guy everyone loved and cars went out of their way to crash for, happened to be walking past his door with a cup of water. The words "my roommate stole my underwear" landed right in front of him, loud and clear. Bai Song was so embarrassed he nearly tore the last pair of underwear in his hand to shreds. He raised the hand holding his phone and silently said hi. After receiving an apology, Wu Tingxue carried his cup into his room. The moment he shut the door, a pair of fluffy cat ears sprouted from his round head. With a solemn expression, his paws with pink pads lifted his pillow, revealing six pairs of underwear in different colors. He held down his right paw with his left, then chewed on the tip of his black tail, deeply regretting what he'd done. He warned himself that he mustn't steal any more. Bai Song's last pair of emergency underwear still disappeared. Furious, he asked the landlord for the living room's security footage. The video was unnerving to watch, but Bai Song couldn't find a single suspicious figure in it. His eyes narrowed, his fingers on the mouse, and he was nearly falling asleep when his roommate's door slowly opened. In the pitch-black night, a white cat with a raised black tail leaped out. The cat deftly opened his door, deftly grabbed his underwear in its mouth, and deftly went into his roommate's room. Before going in, those blue eyes even gave the security camera a haughty glance, as if to say: "Hey, Human, your kitty's run off with your underwear!" Note 1: There's no right or wrong when it comes to kinks. Note 2: A two-person story, with drunken sex. Don't read if that's not your thing. Note 3: If I get banned, you're all responsible. I'm watching you. Theme: A new generation of farmers brings fresh energy to rural revitalization!