The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

"Will you listen to me? Don't be stubborn anymore. Go back to your homeland safely and soundly, where people who love you are waiting for you." His nose brushed against hers, so close, feeling her breath, breathing in her scent with his deep lungs.

Her body yielded, unable to move, she simply stared at him. One hand reached behind her back, slowly groping, her fingers pressing against the hilt of a knife in her backpack.

He spoke slowly, as if by magic, suppressing her involuntary passion and anger.

She was held softly in his embrace, her body craving the feeling, yet her heart stubbornly resisted. Since she couldn't suppress her body's submission, she would kill this man!

The black steel blade slowly emerged from the backpack, gleaming in the unseen darkness. Lu Zheng, oblivious, embraced her, savoring this moment of uninhibited tenderness. Moisture touched his face—her tears.

Lu Zheng opened his eyes, cupped her cheek with one hand, and gently stroked the corner of her eye with the other, wiping away her tears with his fingertips.

Suwen's heart clenched painfully.

The look in his eyes, the way he moved—it was so similar. For a moment, she almost couldn't help but throw herself into his arms.

Her hand gripping the knife hilt trembled as she looked at him with suspicion: "Who...who are you?"

Lu Zheng reached out and touched her face, just looking at her without saying a word.

Light pierced through the fog, shining in layer upon layer, so bright that the two men couldn't open their eyes and had to shield them with their hands. When they belatedly realized it was headlights, the Ford, hurtling straight through the fog, couldn't brake in time. The Ford, making a sharp U-turn, collided head-on with the black Jeep. The Jeep was dragged a short distance, while the Ford, losing control, plunged off the cliff…

Suwen heard a soft voice say in her ear, "Idiot." Amidst the thunderous crash, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly beneath him.

The first time Suwen and Luzheng argued, they got into a fight in the car.

He slapped her and tied her to the passenger seat. She was furious. She grabbed his arm and bit down hard until she tasted blood. Only then did she let go. Looking at the deep teeth mark on his hand, tears streamed down her face.

He remained motionless, watching her bite. It was as if this was his way of apologizing.

An annoying man who can't even apologize, yet whose gentleness is unforgettable.

The car accident happened while she was still troubled by it.

That was the first time in her life she had felt so close to death. It was truly brutal; death was just a step away, beckoning right in front of her, but an arm stood in her way.

That's probably when I fell head over heels in love with him. Gradually, I became hopelessly infatuated. When I was hurt or tired, I swallowed it all silently by myself, forgetting even to complain. As long as I could see him, that was enough.

Because she owed him her life.

She could still smell the blood from that day.

Now, the smell of blood is also emanating from the air.

The collision finally ended, and Suwen opened her eyes, quickly gathering her senses and thoughts. There was a heavy weight pressing down on her, but she struggled to move it, then moved her limbs; she was unharmed.

She felt a sense of relief, then suddenly realized the hand gripping her arm.

Looking back, she saw the man lying beside her, not dead, squinting at her without saying a word.

She nudged his shoulder and checked his breath with her finger: "Are you... alright?"

He grunted in response, then slumped into his seat, unable to speak.

The jeep was badly damaged in the crash, and the doors were jammed shut. Suwen tried to push them open, but couldn't.

She turned to look at the man trapped in the seat and asked, "Hey, could you open this glass?"

Lu Zheng nodded, frowning, but remained still.

Suwen finally realized something was wrong and slowly asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"..."

She could still smell blood. Suddenly, she helped him up and saw that the cleaver she had been holding, the one she had intended to use to cut him, was now stuck in his ribs. With each of his slightest breaths, blood gushed out.

"It's alright, don't be afraid..." He was barely breathing, his lips were pale and bloodless, but he was still trying to be brave.

He struggled to sit up, and with each movement, the blood flowed even faster. His breathing became unsteady. Su Wen was terrified and quickly reached out to hold the cleaver, not daring to pull it out for fear of blood gushing out.

"You...you shouldn't use it anymore..." Her voice trembled.

She probably wanted him dead; she hated this man no matter what. But now they were alone in the wilderness, and if he died, she would lose the will to live.

Lu Zheng forced a smile: "It's alright, no internal organs were injured, I know what I'm doing."

He sat up, raised his fist, and smashed the glass in front of him. Su Wen pulled off the sharp glass shard, jumped out first, then turned around and carefully moved Lu Zheng outwards.

She held his body, trying to keep it at its original angle to prevent the knife from going any deeper. Blood continued to flow from the gap between the knife and flesh. Finally, she pulled him out of the car through the front window.

She placed him on the ground beside her, pulled open the torn hem of her skirt, and pressed it against his wound.

He touched her hair and cheeks, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

Suwen grabbed his hand, startled by how cold it was: "Didn't you say you were alright? I beg you, please don't die."

She didn't know why she started to feel afraid. A life that had nothing to do with her was about to disappear before her eyes, and she began to panic.

Sweat trickled down Lu Zheng's forehead; it was cold, and his body was trembling. He wanted to speak, but his breath caught in his throat, and no sound came out. He slowly reached out to her, his fingertips trembling as he stroked her temples and hair.

His lips moved several times before Suwen could hear him say: "I'm sorry."

She didn't understand why she had to say sorry. She panicked, her trembling hand slowly reaching for the hilt of the knife. She hesitated and asked, "Will you die if I pull it out?"

He closed his eyes, gently shook his head, and smiled.

Suwen swallowed hard: "I pulled it out... Don't lie to me."

Damn it, who would joke about her life at this critical moment?

She steeled herself, her hands trembling as she gripped the hilt of the knife. Lu Zheng seemed to open his eyes a little more, looking at her through his hazy vision. She closed her eyes, trembling violently, and with all her might pulled the cleaver from under his ribs—

The overwhelming smell of blood made her want to vomit.

Suwen opened her eyes, blood splattered all over her face, turning her vision crimson. She felt a "whoosh" in her head, as if something had been forcibly ripped from her body. Without wiping the blood from her face and hands, she knelt down and tried to cover the wound with her hands and body to stop the gushing blood, her heart filled with resentment. How could such a cruel person play with her life like this?

He clearly said he was fine, that he wouldn't die, but the blood had stained the ground beneath him red. His eyes were closed, he was motionless, as if he had no breath left. How could there be such a despicable liar?

Suwen felt the most indignant sense of being deceived in his life.

She lifted his head, pressed her lips to his ear, and said through gritted teeth, word by word, "I know you can hear me: you liar, if you die, I'll throw you off a cliff and leave you without a complete corpse. I mean what I say."

Lu Zheng, who was unconscious, suddenly coughed.

Suwen felt relieved and immediately pressed her hand against his wound, tearing her own clothes into strips and wrapping them around his body, her movements cautious and careful.

Then she didn't know what else to do, so she could only hold his body in her arms to stop his poor body temperature from escaping.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Suwen sat there almost like a statue, her thoughts frozen, her mind completely blank. Suddenly, the body in her arms stirred slightly. She woke with a start and whispered in his ear, "You're awake?"

Lu Zheng had his eyes closed, but he could still smell her scent. He weakly called out to her, "Su Su," and then sighed.

For some reason, Suwen felt a sudden pang of sadness when she heard him call her that. It was the name reserved for her closest person, but this time, she didn't stop him from calling her that.

"You go."

"..." Suwen tightened her grip on his hand.

"You're just going to be nothing more than guarding a corpse if you stay here. Go."

"Do not talk."

“Go down the mountain along the same route, to the airport, and you’ll be able to leave this place…”

"I want you to live." Suwen suddenly hugged him tightly, gently yet firmly, warming him with her body heat and giving him strength. Her soft fingers pressed against his lips, stopping him from speaking.

"..." Lu Zheng struggled to grab her hand, "Lower yourself a little..."

Suwen looked at him with a puzzled expression and lowered her head.

After he finished speaking, he kissed her lips. His lips were cold and tasted of blood, and he gently absorbed her breath, which was sweet and soft, making him feel intoxicated.

A tender kiss, a long-lost warmth.

When was the last time?

On a chilly spring night in Beijing, in a hotel room, he kissed her all over with tenderness and patience, telling her: "Susu is Susu. In my heart, you have surpassed all other women."

He pulled away from her lips, then lingered in her arms, saying, "I don't want to leave, not at all, not at all..."

Suwen awkwardly sat in his arms. Although she couldn't understand his ramblings, she could feel his body temperature gradually dissipating, so she didn't care about anything else and just held him tightly.

At dawn, the fog on the mountain grew even thicker, so thick that you could hardly see your hand in front of your face, and your eyelashes were covered in wet droplets.