"Cough cough," An Jin coughed up a pool of blood and took a few deep breaths: "Or rather, I never really knew him."
White styrofoam floated in the air, and Lu Qingyan couldn't help but feel like sneezing. But to avoid making a mistake, she had to hold it in.
An Jin walked through the snow, blood flowing along her path. Her eyes narrowed and closed. The heavy snow fell, covering her with a veil of light snow, concealing her presence.
Fan Jing, who plays Lin Yuan, slowly walked through the snow holding a 24-ribbed folding umbrella. When he reached the spot where Lu Qingyan was lying, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
A person of divine status wouldn't grumble and complain like a country bumpkin; they would simply get up, straighten their clothes, and continue on their way.
But as he lifted his foot again, he sensed something soft. It didn't look like thick snow, but rather like... a person? Lin Yuan took a few steps back in fright, hesitated for a long time, then mustered his courage and stepped forward to clear away the snow. Sure enough, he saw someone underneath, and it was a girl.
"Girl, wake up—wake up!" He called out twice, but An Jin didn't respond at all. However, he noticed the numerous wounds on An Jin's body.
"Oh no, this girl is so badly injured and has been buried in the snow for so long, it's probably going to be difficult to save her." He mustered all his strength to carry An Jin on his back: "I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate. If you don't want to die, you must hold on. We'll be home soon."
Although a scholar, Lin Yuan was also a skilled hunter living alone in the mountains. He carried Lu Qingyan for a long time in the snow without faltering or becoming breathless.
Lin Yuan's home was very simple; he had built it all himself. The house was small and had very little furniture; there was only one set of bowls and chopsticks. He placed An Jin on the bed, his ears gradually turning red.
A person frozen stiff cannot touch hot water; they can only rub themselves with snow until their whole body is red to prevent future health problems. He lived alone, and there were hardly any women in the villages more than ten miles away. He really didn't know where to look for anyone.
"Miss... I did this to save you, you can't hate me!" Lin Yuan stammered, kneeling in front of the bed, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
The erotic rescue scene wasn't filmed in detail. The extremely dedicated director Du only filmed Lu Qingyan's legs, as if she were wearing a miniskirt, and there was nothing shameful about it.
Su Qin, who came to visit the set, gritted her teeth and said, "It's a good thing Uncle Fan doesn't film any intimate scenes with people, otherwise it would have been a real bargain for that Ruan Yunmeng. She's a movie queen, but I don't see what's so good about her acting. If I had that role, I could have played it well too."
"You? You should just go home and watch your cartoons, so you don't embarrass Fan Jing." The lady, who was touching up her makeup, said disdainfully, then turned and walked away.
Su Qin gritted her teeth, wanting to rush over and fight the man, but had to give up because Fan Jing was there. She was a spoiled little girl in front of Fan Jing; how could she do something only a tigress would do? What if Fan Jing ignored her after that?
The story continues. After applying the medicine to An Jin, Lin Yuan lay down by the bedside to read a book and fell asleep. In his dream, he was still muttering the contents of the book.
An Jin seemed to have had a very long dream. She was not happy in the dream, and she woke up covered in sweat.
She cautiously surveyed the unfamiliar house before her, its simple furnishings gradually fading as her gaze fell upon Lin Yuan, who was sleeping beside her. Instantly, a murderous intent surged forth!
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