"Little Shan, what are you doing?"
Yu Xiuxiu immediately screamed in fright.
But at this time, Zhang Xiaoshan was poisoned by snake venom, his consciousness blurred, not knowing what he was doing at all. He was simply acting on human instinct, doing as he pleased.
In the forest, a ferocious wolf encountered a lamb.
The lamb was incredibly plump, the wolf’s eyes flashing with a crimson light.
Driven by extreme hunger, the wolf could no longer think. It didn’t care if there were any traps or what consequences it might face after devouring the lamb.
At that moment, it had only one thought: eat meat, stay alive!
In the open terrain of the forest, with no cover, everything was in plain view.
The helpless lamb was caught in the wolf’s gaping maw.
All that was left to do was chew it bit by bit, slowly savoring it.
The bitten lamb kept screaming, but the starved wolf wouldn’t stop.
"Ah, Little Shan, stop, stop, don’t..."
Yu Xiuxiu cried out in alarm.
And the incident happened so suddenly, she was at a loss for ideas.
She and Zhang Xiaoshan’s brother, Zhang Dashan, hadn’t even had time to hold their wedding before Zhang Dashan met with an accident and passed away. So she was indeed a pure and innocent young woman.
On the other hand, she and Zhang Xiaoshan had been in each other’s company day and night for years, unwittingly establishing deep feelings.
"I, I want, so hot, so cold..."
Zhang Xiaoshan’s face kept changing on top of her, sometimes turning black and blue, sometimes flushing red. This was the terror of the venom from the Red Training Snake King—alternating hot and cold, torturing a person to death.
The snake’s nature was to be frivolous; deep in his poisoning, Zhang Xiaoshan was in a coma, his most primal craving also aroused to an extreme state.
So this was a dual torment of body and spirit.
In fact, Zhang Xiaoshan was already at death’s door.
"Please, give it to me, give it to me..."
Zhang Xiaoshan in his coma didn’t know who the woman beside him was; he just sensed someone there and subconsciously craved it.
Yu Xiuxiu watched Zhang Xiaoshan’s face continuously contorting in pain.
Her heart was also in agony. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
She was no fool; she could see that Zhang Xiaoshan desperately needed warmth.
Where else but here could he find another person?
But, but her relationship with Zhang Xiaoshan was extraordinary.
To take this step required her to have a strong heart.
At this moment, she too was in great turmoil.
In the confusion, Zhang Xiaoshan whispered gently in Yu Xiuxiu’s ear.
"Xiuxiu, I like you."
This was a cry from Zhang Xiaoshan’s heart.
Yu Xiuxiu’s face changed dramatically, incredulous as she looked at Zhang Xiaoshan.
She was certain that Zhang Xiaoshan was unconscious.
This was a sincere confession that Zhang Xiaoshan had always hidden deep in his heart.
"Could it be, could it be that Little Shan also harbors unspoken feelings for me?"
Considering this possibility, the corners of Yu Xiuxiu’s mouth unintentionally curled up, revealing a content smile.
As she was lost in thought, the gates she guarded slowly opened.
"Before dying, to be with you as husband and wife in this gossip-free forest, I’d be content."
"Little Shan, I don’t know if this can save you, but I’m willing."
She looked at Zhang Xiaoshan affectionately, then closed her eyes tightly, enjoying the beautiful sensation of deep contact with Zhang Xiaoshan without the scrutiny of outsider’s gazes.
Nobody noticed, but strands of Qi slowly separated from Yu Xiuxiu’s body and entered Zhang Xiaoshan’s.
And behind him, the White Dragon Tattoo seemed to subtly open its eyes.
Zhang Xiaoshan, lost in a dark world, suddenly felt a series of calls by his ear.