After becoming a widow, I became the apple of a rough man's eye.

The area in front of the door quieted down.

Only the sound of rain and Lin Qingqing's rapid breathing remained.

She leaned against the door frame, her body still trembling slightly, her peach blossom eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

Qin Lie looked down at her.

My gaze slid from her still bleeding forehead to her pale yet breathtakingly beautiful face, and then down to her completely transparent shirt.

The pink undergarment she wore underneath couldn't cover her breasts at all, and they trembled with her breath.

Qin Lie's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tightened his grip on the knife.

This woman is a problem.

Everyone in the village knows that Lin Qingqing is a troublemaker, and whoever gets involved with her is doomed.

"Aren't you leaving?" he said coldly, making a move to close the door.

"I'm not leaving!" Lin Qingqing, with a sudden burst of courage, grabbed his uninjured arm.

It was scalding hot to the touch.

Like a soldering iron.

The heat traveled through her palm, making Lin Qingqing's heart tremble.

Qin Lie paused.

He looked down at the small, white hand gripping his forearm. It was so thin and soft, as if he could crush it with the slightest pressure.

"I have nowhere to go..." Lin Qingqing looked up, tears finally rolling down her cheeks, mingling with the rain and flowing into her mouth. "Please... let me hide for one night, just one night..."

Qin Lie didn't speak, his wolf-like eyes fixed on her, as if trying to see right through her.

Just when Lin Qingqing thought she was about to be thrown out, her wrist suddenly tightened.

A powerful force came.

The world spun around.

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind us, shutting out the wind and rain.

Lin Qingqing was pulled and staggered a few steps, crashing directly into a hard, hot embrace.

That masculine aura instantly enveloped her, mixed with the smell of blood, sweat, and an indescribable heat.

Before she could even stand up straight, a large hand pressed her against the door.

"what……"

She gasped as her back pressed against the cold wooden door, her front pressed against the man's burning chest.

Qin Lie propped himself up on one hand near her ear, his tall frame completely enveloping her, creating an extremely strong sense of oppression.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

Darkness amplifies all the senses.

She could hear the man's heavy breathing, which sprayed onto the nape of her neck, raising a fine rash of goosebumps.

"Do you know where this is?"

Qin Lie's voice was right next to my ear, deep, dangerous, and ruthless.

"This is a wolf's den. Once you're in, it'll be difficult to leave unscathed."

Lin Qingqing's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She could feel that the male body pressed against her was in a tense state, every muscle containing explosive power.

in particular……

Although she was inexperienced in such matters, she knew what it meant.

My cheeks instantly burned.

"I... but I have nowhere to go, I don't want to be..." Her voice trembled, but she tried to appear calm. "I'll bandage your wounds."

She hadn't forgotten the bloody, mangled wound she'd seen at the door earlier.

Qin Lie chuckled, seemingly mocking her overestimation of her abilities.

"You can?"

"I know a little bit." Lin Qingqing was eager to prove her worth. "I used to... I learned a few folk remedies from my father."

She didn't want to be thrown out like trash.

Qin Lie stared at the pair of incredibly bright eyes in the darkness and remained silent for a few seconds.

The wound on my arm really hurts. It was from when I was trying to catch that 300-pound wild boar king in the back mountain; its tusks ripped it open. I bled quite a bit, and if it's not treated soon, my arm might be ruined.

"Over there."

He loosened his grip on her and turned to walk towards a corner of the main room.

Lin Qingqing's legs went weak, and she barely managed to stand by holding onto the door panel. She took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart before groping her way over.

"wipe!"

A match was struck and lit.

The dim light of the kerosene lamp lit up, dispelling the darkness in the room.

Lin Qingqing then got a clear look at the furnishings in the room.

It was very simple, even rudimentary. A few rough wooden chairs, a square table, and several animal hides and hunting rifles hanging on the wall. Although old, it was very clean and had a neat and efficient feel to it.

Qin Lie sat imposingly on the long bench, draping his injured arm over the table.

Under the light, the wound looked even more gruesome. The flesh was turned inside out, and deep inside, you could even see the white bone. Blood was still dripping down, and soon it had accumulated into a small puddle on the table.

Lin Qingqing gasped, her heart clenching.

How painful must that be?

But the man didn't utter a sound, not even frowning.

"Do you...do you have any medicine?" she asked softly.

Qin Lie raised his chin, gesturing to the cabinet next to him, "The bottom shelf, the white bottle."

Lin Qingqing quickly ran over, found a white porcelain bottle, and then found a slightly cleaner white cloth.

She walked to Qin Lie's side, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

Qin Lie ignored her, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth without lighting it, just leaving it there.

Lin Qingqing bit her lip and carefully tore open the white cloth.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly clear in the quiet room.

She first used the cool boiled water next to him to rinse the blood around his wound.

The cold water touched the scalding wound, and the muscles in Qin Lie's arm twitched violently.

Lin Qingqing was so frightened that her hand trembled.

"Don't be afraid," Qin Lie suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat muffled, "I'll get you."

Lin Qingqing took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She got very close.

So close that when Qin Lie looked down, he could see her snow-white neck and the large expanse of skin exposed as she bent over.

That was the whitest thing he had ever seen in his life.

Like a freshly peeled egg, or like the most delicate wild lily on the back hill.

Qin Lie bit his cigarette lip, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Damn.

Why does this woman smell so good?

Lin Qingqing was completely unaware of this.

She focused intently on treating the wound, evenly sprinkling white powder onto the rolled-up flesh.

My fingertips inevitably touched his skin.

In that instant, they both felt as if they had been electrocuted.

Lin Qingqing felt her fingertips burning, while Qin Lie felt an itch that went straight to his bones.

"alright."

Lin Qingqing quickly tied a knot, straightened up, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that Qin Lie was staring intently at her.

That look didn't seem like someone looking at a savior; it was more like a wolf eyeing meat delivered to its door.