Su Ruanruan murmured softly in her sleep, feeling as if she were having a dream.
In her dream, she stared blankly at Mu Bai and couldn't help but exclaim, "I love little puppies so much!"
Mu Bai remembered a casual remark and brought back a snow-white puppy from somewhere. It had round eyes, a pink tongue, and was extremely cute.
She immediately gave it a bath and then cuddled it in bed to sleep.
Its soft fur made her shiver all over, and a tingling, itchy sensation came over her in her dream, accompanied by a slight coolness.
She immediately reached out to stroke the puppy's soft fur, but instead touched a hair bun. She couldn't resist grabbing it.
"hiss……"
Hearing the noise, Su Ruanruan woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a clump of black hair buried in her neck and shoulders, tearing at her clothes.
A wave of foul odor washed over her, and Su Ruanruan felt an urge to vomit.
She knew the man's scent all too well.
Zhou the Butcher was the widower who killed the original owner. He raised pigs in the village and owned property and a pork shop in the county.
Facing the burly, strong butcher with a fierce look in his eyes, and recalling the original owner's experiences, Su Ruanruan felt inexplicably chilled and desperate.
God knows how strong he was; he was covered in fat.
She tilted her head slightly and saw a bloodstained machete beside the bed.
Su Ruanruan's eyes darkened, and she stretched out her arm, slowly reaching towards the knife.
Just as she was about to touch the hilt of the knife, a hand covered in calluses tightly grasped her delicate hand.
"What? You want to kill me with a knife?"
His strong, muscular arms pulled her into his embrace once more.
"I only let you go because I thought you were dead back then. Don't try to scare me with death again today."
The immense arm strength pressed Su Ruanruan's delicate body down, making her struggle futile, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
The man's breath grew heavier, and his hands became increasingly restless.
Su Ruanruan really wanted to bite him hard, but she knew that what she would get in return was either a slap to death or a knife to death.
"Su Ruanruan, what are you doing in the room?"
Su Fangfang's tired voice echoed in the courtyard.
Su Ruanruan remained silent, only looking at Zhou the Butcher, who had a wary expression.
His knife was pressed against her neck; if Su Ruanruan uttered a single careless word, he would tear her to pieces.
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