I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Lin Shen moved swiftly, gathering some relatively dry branches and kindling near a rocky depression.

He used the tinderbox he carried with him, which was fortunately wrapped in oilcloth and not completely soaked by the lake water, to painstakingly ignite a fire.

A tiny flame leaped among the withered leaves, greedily licking the slender twigs with a crackling sound, and eventually grew stronger, dispelling the darkness and cold of a small area around it.

The orange-red flames flickered, illuminating Lin Shen's wet face and Lin Ming's lifeless, pale countenance. A warm aura gradually spread, restoring some sensation to Lin Shen's almost frozen body.

He took off his soaked outer robe and inner garment, leaving only his trousers, and used tree branches to build a makeshift frame to dry his clothes near the fire.

His upper body was exposed to the air, his muscles were smooth and firm, but at this moment they were covered with fine bloodstains from the branches and paleness from being soaked in water.

He turned to look at Lin Ming, who was still unconscious, his brows furrowed.

Lin Ming's wet clothes needed to be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise the cold air would seep in, and with the serious injury and blood loss, the consequences would be unimaginable. He sighed, moved to Lin Ming's side, and began to untie the robes that were already soaked with blood and lake water and clung tightly to the other's body.

During the movement, it was inevitable that her touch would come into contact with Lin Ming's cold, smooth skin, as well as the grotesque, everted wound on his left arm that was still slowly bleeding.

Lin Shen's gaze lingered on the wound for a moment, his expression complex.

He re-examined the strips of cloth he had hastily wrapped around his neck; they were now mostly soaked with blood.

He tore off the last relatively clean piece of fabric from his undergarment, replaced the old one, and tied it tightly again, hoping to better stop the bleeding.

After doing all this, he took off Lin Ming's wet clothes and covered him with his own half-dry outer robe, hoping to keep him a little warm.

Whether you can pull through or not depends on your fate.

Lin Shen muttered to himself, as if speaking to Lin Ming, yet also as if speaking to himself.

He looked up at the sky, his heart heavy.

Although the hunting grounds are vast, the place where they fell off the cliff is extremely remote. When will the search team be able to find it?

Tonight is destined to be long and unbearable.

The fire burned, providing precious light and warmth, but it also attracted some nocturnal insects from the woods, which danced around the flames.

Apart from that, there was a deathly silence all around, with only the crackling of burning wood and Lin Ming's faint, almost inaudible breathing.

Just then, a very faint, sparse sound came from the bushes not far away.

Lin Shen instantly became alert, his muscles tensing. In this desolate wilderness, any unusual sound at night could mean danger—it could be other wild animals attracted by the firelight, or it could be…

He dared not be negligent, and almost instinctively, he drew the dagger that had always been close to his waist and had never been lost.

The cold hilt of the knife in my hand brought a sense of calm.

The sound grew closer, carrying a slippery, ground-hugging quality.

Suddenly, the bushes parted, and a huge, shimmering white figure slowly emerged.

Lin Shen's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart leaped!

That's a snake!

A giant python, its body entirely white, its scales reflecting a soft luster in the firelight!

Its body was as thick as an adult man's thigh, and its length was immeasurable; the part hidden in the darkness was of unknown length.

It slowly raised its head, its light-colored, glass-like vertical pupils quietly and with an inhuman indifference looking at Lin Shen, who was on high alert.

Lin Shen gripped the dagger tightly, his palms sweating.

He could fight against a pack of wolves, but against a giant python of such size, especially given his exhaustion and the need to protect an injured person, his chances of winning were slim.

He slowly took half a step back, shielding the still unconscious Lin Ming behind him at a greater distance, his gaze fixed on the white python, preparing to meet any possible attack.

However, the anticipated attack did not occur.

The white python simply raised its forequarters quietly, flicked its scarlet forked tongue, and hissed softly.

It glanced at Lin Shen, then tilted its massive head slightly. Its posture... didn't seem like it was going to attack, but rather carried a sense of... probing?

Then, something even more astonishing happened to Lin Shen.

The white python slowly and carefully lowered its huge, translucent white head toward the depths of the forest, until it almost touched the ground, and then stopped.

It remained in that position, its glassy vertical pupils gazing at Lin Shen, its appearance... almost as if it were waiting?

Waiting for what? Waiting for a caress?

This absurd thought flashed through Lin Shen's mind, but it suddenly made him jump.

This posture... this pure white appearance... a long-forgotten fragment of memory, like a lake surface suddenly rippled after a stone has been thrown in.

Long, long ago, in a past seemingly shrouded in countless mists, there once seemed to be a little white snake...

A name, almost uttered without hesitation, rolled in his dry throat.

"noob?"

The white python, which had been motionless, visibly and joyfully twitched its massive body the moment it heard those two words, its huge tail even sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Its drooping head lifted slightly, and a hint of anthropomorphic joy seemed to flash in its glass-like vertical pupils. Its forked tongue flicked out faster, emitting a pleasant hissing sound.

Lin Shen was utterly shocked; he could hardly believe his eyes! Was it really it?!

How did it get here? And why is it so huge?!

"Xiao Bai? Is it really you?" Lin Shen's voice was filled with unbelievable surprise. He subconsciously put away his dagger and tentatively took a step forward.

Seeing this, Xiaobai became even more excited. Without hesitation, it nimbly swam forward with its massive body, affectionately and carefully wrapping itself around Lin Shen's calves. Then, it circled upwards, its cool, slippery scales brushing against his skin, and finally gently rested its huge head on Lin Shen's shoulder, its scarlet forked tongue almost touching his cheek.

If anyone else had witnessed this scene, they would have been terrified.

He reached out and gently stroked Xiaobai's cool and smooth head, feeling a familiar texture on his fingertips.

“Little Bai… I never expected to see you here.” Lin Shen smiled. “You’re still alive… and you’ve grown so much…”

Xiao Bai seemed to understand him, nuzzling his neck with its head. The cold touch made Lin Shen feel incredibly safe.

Jiji: "The Miao Jiang Boy story is the origin of Xiaobai. There's no logic to it; we just wanted him to return."