The next morning, Xiang Wan was still dreaming when she was violently woken up.
"Woman, is this how you treat your savior?"
A burly, dark-faced man stood beside Xiang Wan's bed, his hands clenched tightly, as if he wanted to strangle her immediately. Looking at his attire, wrapped in a bedsheet, barefoot, with a sallow complexion, a turtle perched on each side of his eyes, and a worm crawling up his nose.
Xiang Wan froze for a moment, then burst into hysterical laughter, pounding the bed with all her might, laughing until tears streamed down her face.
Have you laughed enough?
Xuan Yuanlie's voice changed from burning anger to cold composure, and Xiang Wan knew that he was furious to the extreme; this was the sign he was about to explode. Don't doubt how she knew; it was this body's instinctive reaction. Whenever she saw him like this, the original owner's body would tremble involuntarily.
With tears still on her face, Xiang Wan immediately tried to tug at his clothes with a pitiful expression. But after reaching out, she realized that he wasn't dressed yet, and almost burst out laughing. She quickly changed her approach and tapped the back of his hand with her index finger, saying aggrievedly, "I went through so much trouble to save you. To prevent you from being discovered by others, I begged and pleaded with everyone I knew to find paintbrushes and paints to do this makeup for you."
I'm just a helpless, vulnerable woman. If people knew I was hiding a grown man in my home, they'd drown me in their spittle. I know my drawing skills aren't good, but you don't have to mock me like this. It was my first time, after all, and I gave it to you like this. I feel really wronged, okay…”
As Xiang Wan spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped down to her chest.
Xuan Yuanlie's hands clenched so tightly they cracked. He took a deep breath and looked around. The house was bare, without a single decent piece of jewelry or furniture. Only on a broken table were some paints and brushes, clearly left behind in a hurry. It seemed the woman wasn't lying; she did indeed live alone. But he simply couldn't accept this arrangement.
Seeing Xiang Wan's extremely aggrieved expression, Xuan Yuanlie, unable to vent his anger, grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are my clothes?"
Could Xiang Wan say that she tore his clothes while dragging him back? But then again, his clothes were indeed of very high quality. Despite being dragged all the way, they only got a few scratches, and Xuan Yuanlie's skin wasn't affected at all. Otherwise, it would be really hard to explain now.
"I... I traded them for herbs, here, to heal your wounds..."
Xuan Yuanlie suddenly increased his strength, almost breaking Xiang Wan's wrist. She struggled desperately, but her physical condition was too poor, and she was no match for him.
"Are you stupid? That outfit is worth a fortune, and you only traded it for a few herbs? Where did you trade it? Go get it back right now!"
Xuan Yuanlie pulled Xiang Wan off the bed and dragged her towards the door. Xiang Wan, however, wouldn't let him have his way. Before leaving, she clung tightly to the doorframe, refusing to let go.
"Are you leaving or not? If not, don't blame me for being impolite!"
"Um, are we really going?"
"Fine, I won't go. I'll go by myself. Tell me where I change it!"
"The trading market on the west side of the village."
I'll settle the score with you when I get back!
Distracted by this, Xuan Yuanlie forgot about what happened on his face and went out wearing only a bed sheet.
Xiang Wan watched his figure disappear around the corner, then turned around, closed the door, and laughed for a long time while clutching her stomach.
Last night, after bringing Xuan Yuanlie back, Xiang Wan initially planned to give him a makeover, making him unrecognizable even to himself. She then intended to use her medical skills to temporarily seal his memories, tricking him into staying until he eventually fell in love with her. However, she then considered that Xuan Yuanlie was, after all, a dignified general of the Federation; he wouldn't be that foolish. If he thought she was a malicious person, it would be detrimental to her future plans. After much deliberation, she decided to play a trick on him, making sure he remembered her vividly—that was the first step.
The villagers all got to know Xuan Yuanlie last night through Xiang Wan, and they'll probably have to endure his wrath when they return. They might as well go out now and take care of what needs to be done.
They went to the beach, set up their fishing gear, and dug out Xuan Yuanlie's belongings, cleaning them thoroughly. Inside were some compressed food and a change of clothes, their colors faded from soaking. There was also a round object with a button in the middle, like a signal transmitter, but it seemed to be out of power; the green indicator light was almost extinguished.
After strolling around the beach and collecting some seashells in a net, I was walking back when I suddenly remembered something. So I turned back, soaked myself completely, sprinkled some sand on myself, and then headed home.
As expected, Xuan Yuanlie was already sitting in the only chair in the room. The bedsheets had been changed to ordinary clothes, and the paint on his face was still there. He sat in the center of the room, his eyes fixed on the door, his aura extremely tense. If it weren't for the comical appearance of his face, which unnecessarily ruined his solemn image, there would probably be no one more suitable to be a door god.
Xiang Wan saw the situation inside the house from afar. Just before entering, she stumbled and fell to the ground, causing the contents of the net bag to fall out.
Xuan Yuanlie stood up abruptly, grabbed the pile of things, inspected them, and roared at Xiang Wan with a livid face, "You vicious woman, selling my clothes isn't enough, where do you plan to sell these things?"
Before Xiang Wan could speak, tears welled up in her eyes. She looked up and roared, "Yes, I am wicked. I shouldn't have used your clothes to exchange for herbs to save you. I shouldn't have gone to the beach early in the morning to help you pick things up. I shouldn't have gone to dig for seashells early in the morning because I was afraid you would go hungry."
Who are you to me? Why am I so good to you? Why, why? Waaaaaah…
As she spoke, Xiang Wan burst into tears. Thinking about this awful mission, the latter half of her tears were genuine. This Xuan Yuanlie really wasn't good at reading people; no wonder she was deceived by Lou Yu'er in her past life. The original owner suffered because she clearly meant well but said nothing, assuming the other person would eventually understand. Little did she know, some people are just clueless; if you don't tell them, they'll never understand.
Thinking this, Xiang Wan began to understand Xuan Yuanlie's personality better. Wiping away her tears, she got up and walked outside. She walked unsteadily, half pretending, half genuinely hungry. There was nothing she could do; the original owner of this body was someone who wouldn't eat unless she worked. Sigh, poor her, a newcomer to this world.
Having just wrongly accused his savior, Xuan Yuanlie held the pile of things in his hands, and seeing Xiang Wan's forlorn and helpless figure, he felt extremely bitter. To think that he, a dignified general, had been tricked by this foolish woman and couldn't even retaliate was absolutely unprecedented in history.
Xiang Wan secretly thought, "I'll just go next door for a free meal later. Isn't Xuan Yuanlie an iron man? He won't die from missing a meal. Besides, he offended me, and given his personality, he wouldn't have the nerve to ask someone else for food. That's perfect!"
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