When Liu Zhiheng moved the man onto the bed, she was still worried that she might relapse into her lovesick tendencies.
But fortunately, she didn’t. It seemed not just anyone could trigger her Brewing Sauce Constitution.
Since her body didn’t go weak, as the daughter of a hunter, she easily moved the man onto the heated kang bed.
The man’s appearance was ordinary, and he had many sword wounds on his body. Because of the cold weather, the blood had coagulated, sticking his clothes to his wounds. Liu Zhiheng had to remove his clothes before treating the injuries.
Luckily, after checking, she found no wounds on his legs, so she didn’t need to remove his underpants.
The process of undressing the man went smoothly, and she didn’t make any inappropriate sounds either…
Fetching the medicine from her home, Liu Zhiheng began treating the man’s external injuries.
Before her transmigration, Liu Zhiheng was a geological expert with extensive field experience and a background in extreme sports, so she had some basic first-aid knowledge.
She simply treated the wounds all over his body and found they were all sword injuries. Fortunately, they were only superficial and hadn’t damaged any internal organs.
However, she found it strange: if they were all minor injuries, why had he fainted?
Seeing that the man’s face was dirty, Liu Zhiheng brought a towel to wipe it clean. But she noticed something peeling at the edges of his face. Reaching out to touch it, it felt like a thin film.
She tried peeling it off and discovered that the film was actually a human skin mask.
When she saw the face beneath the mask, Liu Zhiheng couldn’t help but gasp.
Even though she came from the modern era and had seen all kinds of handsome men, she was still stunned by the face hidden under the human skin mask.
Though pale to the point of appearing sickly, the face beneath the mask had an extraordinary bone structure, as if carved by a master. Every feature was perfectly proportioned.
Moreover, there was even a tear mole at the corner of his eye, adding a bewitching charm to his otherwise ethereal and cold appearance.
Was this man with the flawless appearance the same great villain, Prince of Yan Duan Wujiu, who would later overthrow the entire Great Xia Dynasty, march from Yan Territory all the way to the capital, bury 100,000 prisoners alive, slaughter hundreds of thousands of innocent people in two cities, kill over a dozen of his own brothers, and finally murder his father and mother, ascending the throne with bloodstained hands, only to die suddenly three years after his coronation?
How could someone so beautiful be evil?
As if bewitched, Liu Zhiheng reached out and touched his eyes. A shiver ran through her fingers, and that tingling sensation returned.
Oh no, she was about to relapse into her lovesick tendencies again.
She quickly withdrew her hand and swallowed hard, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the man’s lips.
Liu Zhiheng’s mind began unconsciously producing indecent thoughts: His lips looked warm and soft—yes, they seemed very kissable.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. In the next moment, Liu Zhiheng felt the world spin around her. Somehow, she found herself pinned to the bed.
The man had one hand tightly gripping her neck and the other restraining her flailing arms. With a fierce expression, he seemed genuinely intent on strangling her.
Grabbing the man’s hand, Liu Zhiheng looked at him.
The man had a pair of exceptionally beautiful phoenix eyes, but at this moment, they were bloodshot, filled with a bewildered madness, as if he were about to kill.
Duan Wujiu glared at Liu Zhiheng with rage and gritted teeth, his hand tightening around her neck, slowly increasing the pressure.Liu Zhiheng gradually felt suffocation, yet something embarrassing happened.
At this critical moment of life and death, she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, her entire body trembling with intense delight…
Duan Wujiu also seemed surprised. His previously dazed and unfocused gaze sharpened slightly. His grip loosened a little, but he still held her neck, preventing her from moving.
At this moment, Liu Zhiheng was filled with curses in her heart. She cursed so foully that it would need to be censored. She cursed her own setting, cursed her unfortunate body.
Even while being choked, she actually felt pleasure—she truly deserved to die!
Fortunately, the man didn’t exert too much force. Perhaps due to his injuries, he soon loosened his grip again, then collapsed straight onto the heated kang bed, passing out once more.
With her weak and pitiful legs trembling, Liu Zhiheng crawled to the other side of the heated kang bed.
Sitting alone in the corner, she pondered the ultimate questions of this world. Only after a while did the restlessness in her body gradually fade away.
When she looked back at the man who had just choked her, she found that he had already fallen into a deep sleep again.
Choking someone right off the bat—if it weren’t for the fact that he would give her a hundred taels of gold a few months later, she would have thrown this lunatic out already.
However, before Liu Zhiheng could catch her breath, she saw Duan Wujiu open his eyes and sit up again.
Instinctively, Liu Zhiheng wanted to flee, but Duan Wujiu seemed even more terrified than her. He curled up into a ball, huddling in the corner of the heated kang bed, trembling uncontrollably…
What kind of act was this now?