Late at night, thunder crashed and lightning split the sky.
An old house at the foot of the mountain.
Song Lianhe, wrapped in a cloak, stumbled and crashed into the small wooden cabin.
The mont she burst through the door, she collapsed to the ground, rolling in agony. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, a blaze starting from within and scorching its way to her skin, threatening to burn her to ashes.
The fire burning in her lower abdon was especially ferocious, desperately needing sothing to quell it.
Who would have thought that just monts ago, she had been an insurance company’s top salesperson of the year, having just won a million in cash. The money hadn’t even ward her hands when she got into a car crash, and at the hospital, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness... ’What a tumultuous life!’
What was even more tumultuous was that when she woke up, she discovered she had transmigrated into a historical romance novel!
It would have been one thing if she had beco the female lead, blessed with plot armor and the key to imnse wealth. Instead, she was the villainess, a re catalyst for the main couple’s romance—Song Lianhe, the daughter of the General Mansion, who happened to share her exact na.
As thunder bood overhead, she was tornted by unbearable pain.
This particular scene was the one where the original Song Lianhe tried to drug the female lead, only for the clever heroine to turn the tables on her. The next day, she would be discovered in bed with a stableboy. From then on, the lofty daughter of the Great General would beco the laughingstock of all of Ling’an City.
Fortunately, at the critical mont, Song Lianhe the insurance professional had transmigrated. Knowing the plot, she made a desperate escape, crawling directly through a dog hole and stumbling all the way to the back mountain.
Inside the dilapidated wooden cabin, soft moans that could lt one’s bones echoed.
Song Lianhe clutched at her collar in discomfort. The original novel ntioned that she had been poisoned with a potent aphrodisiac from the Western Regions. The only way to be free of it was to have sex with a man.
Now, she was experiencing the drug’s potency firsthand. ’But where am I supposed to find a man out here in the middle of nowhere?’
Little did she know, a pair of sharp eyes was watching her coldly from the darkness.
Song Lianhe’s whole body was burning up, and she couldn’t stop tearing at her clothes. Although the original owner of this body had a poor character, she was stunningly beautiful and delicate, with skin as smooth as fine jade. After just a few tugs, red marks already marred her flawless, pale skin.
The visual contrast of red on white made the man’s breath catch slightly.
Song Lianhe was about to lose her mind. As she rolled into a dark corner, she suddenly bumped into a body.
She froze, struggling to turn her head, and instantly t an icy gaze.
A man was sitting there, wearing a silver mask. His long hair was tied up, and he was dressed in black robes. His eyes, which held a hint of a sinister, wicked aura, were now staring at her icily.
As if he were looking at a dead person.
Song Lianhe had no ti to ponder questions like why there was a man in this broken-down cabin. The look in her eyes as she gazed at him was like that of soone who’d found a drop of sweet rain after a long drought!
She unconsciously licked her lips.
The man remained motionless, his gaze coiled around her like a venomous snake.
CRACK—
A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating her radiant white skin. Even for a man who never indulged in the company of won, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly.
Song Lianhe swallowed hard and crawled toward the man. As she got close to his body, she couldn’t help but shiver.
’His skin is cool... it feels so good.’
The man was still unable to move. If looks could kill, she would have already been reincarnated several tis over by now.
Song Lianhe couldn’t be bothered with any of that. ’Compared to my life, what does chastity even matter?’
She scrambled up and fumbled with the man’s clothes, using her last shred of sanity to say, "I’ve been poisoned... I need to borrow your body for a bit. But don’t worry, it won’t be for free. I’ll take responsibility for you..."
She didn’t know how to undo ancient-style clothing, so in her desperation, with a loud RIP, she tore the man’s robes open...
—
At the break of dawn, the wooden cabin was a ss.
Song Lianhe’s eyes flew open. She was currently pillowed on the man’s strong arm, her own hand wrapped around his waist... Lifting her gaze, she saw his bare chest, which was covered in red scratches, as if a kitten had clawed it.
mories of last night flooded her mind. She had pushed him down and just climbed right on top...
’Utterly depraved!’
’Song Lianhe, you beast!’
Ignoring her aching, almost-broken back, Song Lianhe quietly got up, hunching over to pick up her clothes and throw them on haphazardly.
As for that nonsense about taking responsibility for the man, she had long since thrown it to the back of her mind.
Once dressed, she slipped away into the misty blue morning fog of the mountains, vanishing without a trace.
A mont later, the man’s eyes snapped open, and he instantly cleared all the ridians in his body.
He slowly sat up, the depths of his eyes like two pieces of venomous, glacial ice, cold enough to make one tremble.
SWOOSH.
A dark figure appeared outside the door.
"Follow her."
SWOOSH.
The dark figure vanished instantly.
The man lifted his hand. A Jade Pendant now lay in his palm.
Wenxin...
He narrowed his eyes, a cold glint within them, and stared coolly at the na carved on the Jade Pendant. An aura of wild, unbridled wickedness radiated from him.
He would make her wish she were dead!
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