Chapter 114 The Little Fairy Likes This Kind of Style
Xia Qianqian didn't struggle as Lu Zheng held her hand. Instead, she raised her chin generously and smiled at Zhang San, saying, "This is Lu Zheng, my man."
"A man?" The bundle of firewood in Zhang San's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," startling him so much that he blinked three times.
He looked at Xia Qianqian, then at Lu Zheng, unsure of how to address him, and suddenly blurted out, "So you're the immortal...uncle?"
"Pfft—" Xia Qianqian burst out laughing at the word "uncle," "What uncle? That sounds awful."
She said to Zhang San, "My name is Xia Qianqian. Don't call me 'Fairy, Fairy,' just call me by my name."
Zhang San dared not call her by her name directly; she was the "Little Fairy" who could conjure food out of thin air and make the Wolf King submit!
He rubbed his hands together and spun around three times before cautiously speaking, "Then... then may we call you 'Miss Xia'?"
Seeing Xia Qianqian nod, he breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and asked, "Miss Xia, did you and your uncle come here for any instructions?"
"No need to bother." Xia Qianqian shook her head. "It's chaotic outside. The Revolutionary Committee and the command headquarters are fighting. Let's come in and hide for a while, and go out when it gets dark."
"They're fighting?!" Zhang San was the first to slap his thigh and cheer, "Good! Well done! Those sons of bitches!"
The men behind him burst into laughter, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Both the Revolutionary Committee and the Command Headquarters, upon taking office, wanted to shut down their black market, and these men hated both sides to the core.
"We'd better beat those bastards to death!" the short man carrying the hoe spat. "Let them never touch our black market stuff again!"
Zhang San suddenly stopped laughing and asked Xia Qianqian with concern, "With such a fierce fight outside, won't the boss be affected?"
Upon hearing those two words, the other men stopped laughing and turned to look at Xia Qianqian, their eyes filled with undisguised worry.
“Old Hei has already gone to the provincial capital, so he shouldn’t be caught in this chaos.” She looked up and smiled at Zhang San, but there was a hint of worry hidden in her eyes. “Once things have calmed down outside, I’ll ask someone to go to the provincial capital to find out about him.”
Zhang San and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing how tired and injured the two men were, they were full of worry but dared not ask any more questions. They simply led the men into the shack.
"Miss Xia, Brother Lu, please take a rest! This house was just built last month, and it's very clean!"
Several men brought over clean bedding, while Zhang San retrieved the medicine box that Xia Qianqian had previously placed in Peach Blossom Spring.
The moment Zhang San and the others stepped out the door, Lu Zheng suddenly hugged Xia Qianqian.
Xia Qianqian's eyes widened suddenly, and her breath caught in her throat. The cracks in the walls of this shack were so big that you could fit a finger in them. The footsteps outside hadn't gone far. Had Lu Zheng gone mad?
"You..." She was about to lower her voice and curse him when Lu Zheng's hand gripped the back of her neck, his warm, thin lips brushing against the corner of her lips, burning with the smell of gunpowder and lingering fear, gently rubbing against her.
"Qianqian..." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and his hot breath brushed against her earlobe, "Do you know how scared I am..."
His arms tightened suddenly, almost squeezing her into her bones.
Xia Qianqian could clearly feel the vibration in his chest and his slightly trembling body.
Just now in the square, he saw eggs and stones being thrown at her from afar, and saw blood seeping from her forehead. At that moment, Lu Zheng felt as if his heart was being squeezed, and the pain was so intense that it felt like it was about to break.
He released her lips, his forehead pressed against hers, their noses touching, their breaths mingling. Only then did Xia Qianqian notice that his eyes were bloodshot, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.
Lu Zheng picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and his fingertips trembled even more. He carefully touched the wound on her forehead, his movements as gentle as if he were afraid of breaking a priceless treasure: "I should have come sooner..."
If he had been a step faster, if he hadn't been entangled by the blue overalls, she wouldn't have gotten hurt.
When the cotton swab touched the wound, Xia Qianqian couldn't help but flinch.
"Did I hurt you?" Lu Zheng immediately stopped, his eyes brimming with tension, and he even held his breath, as if the cotton swab wasn't wiping her forehead, but rather piercing his heart.
Xia Qianqian shook her head, looking at the bloodshot eyes and deep fear in his eyes, and suddenly reached out to hook her arms around his neck and kissed him.
The kiss was light, with a slightly astringent taste from iodine, yet it was like a pebble thrown into Lu Zheng's heart, instantly soothing all his anxiety and fear.
Lu Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief as he dipped his fingertips in iodine one last time and gently pressed them onto the abrasion on Xia Qianqian's elbow.
He was about to help her lie down when Xia Qianqian grabbed his wrist.
"Just like that, you're leaving?" She raised an eyebrow.
Lu Zheng was taken aback: "Huh?" He frowned slightly, not understanding what she meant.
Xia Qianqian suddenly poked his arm with her fingertip. The fabric there was soaked with blood and was already stiff and stuck to his skin. Only then did Lu Zheng belatedly realize the pain in his body—he had been so focused on treating her wounds that he had completely forgotten about the injury on his own shoulder.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." He tried to pull his hand away. "I can take care of it myself later."
"How can that be?" Xia Qianqian suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward the bedside.
When Lu Zheng was treating her wounds, he examined her entire body thoroughly... Now, it's her turn to 'take revenge.'
"I'll handle it for you!"
Before Lu Zheng could react, her small hand had already reached under his shirt, her fingertips deftly unbuttoning it.
When Lu Zheng came to his senses, he felt a chill on his chest; her clothes had been pulled down to his waist, revealing his lean upper body. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his ears instantly turned bright red: "Qianqian! You..."
Xia Qianqian was stunned. Lu Zheng's injuries were much more serious than she had thought. This fool even carefully bandaged the tiny wound on her ankle that was almost invisible. Why didn't he care about himself?
"What are you looking at?" Lu Zheng felt uncomfortable under her gaze and reached out to pull his clothes up, but Xia Qianqian pressed his hand down.
She looked up, the mischievousness in her eyes turning into heartache, her voice as soft as cotton: "Don't move... I'll be gentle."
As she spoke, she picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and carefully approached the gunshot wound on his shoulder, her movements even gentler than when Lu Zheng had treated her earlier.
Zhang San, who was holding a bowl of hot porridge outside the door, froze.
The bowl of porridge in Zhang San's hand slammed against the doorframe with a "clatter," steaming all over his face. The men behind him also craned their necks, their eyes wide like saucers.
Good heavens! The little fairy is usually as aloof as a mountain stream, but she actually likes... likes this kind of vibe?
"Cough cough!" Zhang San suddenly snapped back to reality and shouted, "Have you finished harvesting all the radish greens in the field?! Aren't you going to get to work in the vegetable garden?"
"Hey! Third Brother's here!" The sixth brother, carrying a hoe, reacted the fastest, turning around and running away, shouting as he ran, "It's windy here, you can't hear anything when the wind blows! Let's go down the mountain to talk!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We're deaf!" Another man, carrying firewood, rushed in the opposite direction. "What was that noise? We didn't hear it! We dared not listen!"
The group scattered like birds and beasts in a flash, their footsteps making a deafening noise, as if they were being chased by wolves.
Zhang San was the last to leave, and before he left, he called out through the crack in the door, "Miss Xia! Brother Lu! The porridge is on the stone platform by the door! You...you can chat sometime!"
Xia Qianqian: ……
Lu Zheng: ...
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