Yandere Male Leads Forceful About Love? She Dislikes It, Let Me Have Them!

In these small worlds, there are always male leads whose excessive love and twisted expressions make them disliked and feared by the original heroines. Reborn, these heroines desperately avoid them...

Chapter 456 After empathizing with the wolfhound she picked up, she discovered he was an assassin (6)

Duan Xingzhi was chopping firewood in the backyard.

His clothes were stained with blood and torn in many places by branches and swords, making them unwearable.

Shen Zhiyi borrowed a set of coarse cloth shorts from Apan and gave them to him to change into.

But for some reason, from the moment he woke up and saw Shen Zhiyi, he felt like he was burning with anger.

Perhaps it was because she teased him while he was unconscious.

After chopping the pile of firewood that Shen Zhiyi had requested under the setting sun, he felt unbearably hot, so he took off his shirt, bared his arms, and carried out all the firewood piled up in the corner to chop.

The smooth yet powerful lines of his body were fully revealed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Under the sunlight, his wheat-colored skin resembled a carefully polished bronze, radiating a honey-like glow.

Broad shoulders and back, tight waist and abdomen.

Every line seems to have been meticulously crafted; the lines are distinct, but not clumsy or knotty; rather, they possess a beauty that exudes the agility and power of a cheetah.

Gathering firewood, wielding an axe.

Duan Xingzhi moved nimbly, seemingly unaware of fatigue.

It possesses an almost ruthless efficiency.

With each swing, the arm muscles bulged out in a breathtaking arc, exuding a wild and powerful aura.

At her tight waist and abdomen, her V-line was clearly visible inside her pants.

His breathing rose and fell slightly as he exerted force.

There was a rustling sound coming from outside the wall.

"who?!"

His expression hardened, and he picked up a piece of firewood and threw it towards the outer wall!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of heavy flesh rolling down.

"Ouch!"

You're pressing down on me!

"Stop kicking! This is my face!"

Cries of agony rose and fell.

Duan Xingzhi leaped onto the top of the wall, his shoulder blades spreading out and then contracting like eagle wings.

His gaze was fixed downwards, his expression cold as he looked down at the men sprawled out below.

They held their breath almost the instant they saw Duan Xingzhi.

Depend on!

That figure!

Look at that face!

How can we even argue like this?!

A bolder man got up, pointed at Duan Xingzhi, and warned, "Don't think that just because Doctor Shen kindly took you in, something will happen between you two!"

"that is!"

"Don't be delusional!" everyone echoed.

"Let me tell you, Dr. Shen is the most virtuous person in our Yun Shen Village. She has saved more people than you have eaten rice!"

"If you dare to make a move on her because of this, we, we..."

Under Duan Xingzhi's intensely oppressive gaze, the man's voice grew softer and softer, while his footsteps quickened.

He quickly retreated to the back of the crowd.

"We will not let you go."

The two men he had pulled in front of him swallowed hard.

He mustered his courage and said, "Yes, that's right!"

"It's broad daylight, and you dare to dress so scantily to seduce Doctor Shen! Hurry up and put your clothes on!"

Those outsiders are truly cunning.

Duan Xingzhi quickly understood.

The people under the wall were all suitors of that female doctor.

He looked into the distance and around.

This village is small, with no more than a hundred households by my estimation.

So many men like her?

A look of displeasure crossed his brow.

His aura suddenly became exceptionally intimidating.

ridiculous.

They actually assumed that he, like them, was in love with her.

"What I wear is none of your business." He coldly curled his lips, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The men immediately broke out in a cold sweat and all took several steps back in fright.

"You...you better remember what we said!"

After they finished speaking, they ran away in a crowded scramble.

Duan Xingzhi returned to the courtyard.

The anger intensified.

After chopping firewood, he still felt it wasn't enough to vent his frustration, so he went to fetch water.

I went back and forth several times.

They didn't stop until they had filled all the large water tanks in the backyard.

He soaked a dry cloth in cold water, wiped the sweat off his body, put on his clothes, and walked to the front yard.

The pharmacy is already closed.

There was no one in the front yard.

He turned and went back to the room that Shen Zhiyi had arranged for him.

As soon as I entered, I paused in my steps.

Inside the room, Shen Zhiyi, her hair slightly damp and her face flushed, leaned against the pear wood chair by the table, panting.

The thin silk dress was soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her curves, rising and falling gently with her breath.

He instinctively looked away.

His jawline, with its sharp, cold lines, was taut, and a faint blush uncontrollably crept up his ears, standing out starkly against his wheat-colored skin.

"...You're back?"

Hearing the noise, Shen Zhiyi raised her watery, misty eyes and looked over, her voice soft and breathless.

Like a kitten's claw, it gently scratched at the tip of his heart.

Duan Xingzhi did not answer immediately.

He keenly sensed her unusual behavior, stepped into the room, and his figure appeared extremely imposing in the not-so-spacious space.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his eyes scrutinizing.

Shen Zhiyi's face was flushed with an unnatural redness.

A look of confusion shone in his eyes.

Why does he look like nothing's wrong?

He was clearly more severely poisoned than she was; if there were any side effects, it should have been him who suffered more.

She shook her head.

Struggling to sit up, I asked, as if seeking confirmation, "Are you tired?"

Duan Xingzhi's gaze lingered for a moment on her sweaty forehead and unusually flushed cheeks. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a few decibels lower than usual.

"Not tired."

He seems to be naturally energetic.

This little bit of work is nothing.

Shen Zhiyi felt her mind was completely muddled.

He chopped wood and carried water without even breaking a sweat.

And she got this tired just from taking pulses?

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