The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

"You won!"

Zhao Ruoying, who had been hiding nearby and witnessed the entire fight, saw that the leopard was dead and rushed out to check on Chen Erbao.

Only then did Chen Erbao realize that the leopard's claws had torn a long gash in his thigh. Blood was gushing out, soaking his pants red.

"Sit down, quickly! You're bleeding!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ruoying's face went pale, and she quickly helped Chen Erbao sit down.

Chen Erbao glanced down and waved his hand dismissively.

"It's nothing. Don't you remember? I'm a doctor. It's just a flesh wound, a minor issue."

Chen Erbao actually felt a bit keyed up. He hadn't had his fill of fighting yet!

Perhaps because of the injury, his adrenaline was surging. He walked over to the leopard's corpse and gave it a couple of kicks to blow off some steam.

After resting for a moment, the blood on the wound had already started to clot. Chen Erbao tore his pant leg open, looked around, and seeing nothing to use as a bandage, decided to just leave it.

Zhao Ruoying hesitated for a moment, then called out to him.

"Wait..."

"Hmm?"

Chen Erbao looked up to see Zhao Ruoying blushing slightly. She reached a hand inside her shirt, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out her lace bra.

"Here, wrap your leg with this for now. It'll be trouble if you lose too much blood..."

"..."

Chen Erbao took the lace bra, and its soft texture made his heart beat a little faster.

Holding it closer, he could even smell a faint, milky fragrance on it.

He wanted to say that he was fine, that with the Joyful Technique, his wound would heal quickly on its own.

But Zhao Ruoying had already taken it off, so he couldn't very well refuse. He could only wrap the lace bra around the top of his thigh. The soft cup brushed against the 'long spear' between his legs, sending another jolt of excitement through him.

"D-don't get the wrong idea! It's just... desperate times call for desperate measures!"

Zhao Ruoying quickly explained, afraid Chen Erbao would misunderstand.

Chen Erbao smiled and leaned close to her ear, whispering:

"Beautiful Village Chief, I'd say we've been through life and death together now, wouldn't you?"

His whisper was so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"We should find a way down the mountain. Who knows when they'll be able to find us. The temperature will drop tonight, and it'll be a problem if one of us catches a cold."

Chen Erbao stood up and draped an arm over Zhao Ruoying's shoulder. Supporting each other, they left the area.

The sky, which had been a hazy white, had already begun to dim after their delay.

They walked for half an hour. Chen Erbao was fine; nourished by Spiritual Qi, his body had mostly recovered. But Zhao Ruoying was starting to feel cold, and she was especially uncomfortable with her upper body now unsupported.

As she walked, her two pears bounced with every step. Since she was right next to Chen Erbao, they brushed against his arm through their clothes several times.

"Are you cold?"

Chen Erbao asked, but Zhao Ruoying didn't answer.

Seeing this, Chen Erbao simply pulled her into an embrace, using his body to warm her.

"You... you don't have to..."

Her two soft pears were pressed flat like pancakes against Chen Erbao's searing chest. Zhao Ruoying's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed.

"Don't be stubborn. I'm in good health, I don't get sick easily. It would be a real problem if you caught a cold. In a bit, we'll light a torch and keep moving."

Zhao Ruoying struggled for a moment but couldn't break free from his embrace, so she had to let him hold her.

All around them was quiet, save for the occasional call of some unknown animal that quickly faded into the darkness.

Nestled in Chen Erbao's arms, Zhao Ruoying felt the heat radiating from his body and gradually calmed down.

'Maybe... being like this forever would be nice...' she suddenly thought.

'What am I thinking...?'

A million thoughts raced through Zhao Ruoying's mind, and she shyly lowered her head.

"Chen Erbao, why did you jump down after me earlier today?"

She asked, as if compelled by some unseen force.

Chen Erbao answered without a second thought.

"If I hadn't come down, you would have been a goner."

"Weren't you afraid of dying? It was so high. If that crooked tree hadn't been there, we would have..."

"It was an emergency. I didn't have time to think about it."

Chen Erbao meant every word.

He really hadn't thought much about it at the time. He just felt that, as a cultivator at the Qi Refining Third Layer, he probably wouldn't die.

But as he was falling through the air, he did feel a pang of regret, realizing he wasn't completely sure he'd survive.

Hearing Chen Erbao's answer, Zhao Ruoying fell silent.

'Didn't have time to think about it...'

'Was it because it was me who was in trouble that he didn't think...?'

Her mind began to race with wild thoughts again.

Gradually, her body started to feel warm.

Chen Erbao was getting hot and bothered, too. Holding this soft, fragrant woman in his arms, his 'little brother' habitually raised its head to say hello.

"What's that...?"

Zhao Ruoying felt something pressing against her. She instinctively reached down to grab it, her hand closing around something thick and searing hot. She froze for a second, her face instantly flushing crimson.

For a moment, she didn't let go.

Chen Erbao exhaled softly. His hands, which had been around her shoulders, unconsciously wandered down to her shapely rear, pressing her lower body against his.

"D-don't... don't you dare try anything!"

Zhao Ruoying felt his large hands begin to knead her bottom. Her breathing quickened as she protested in a low voice.

Chen Erbao lowered his head, his lips landing directly on her snow-white, jade-like neck, and began to kiss her.

"Ah..."

Taken by surprise, Zhao Ruoying tilted her head back instinctively, meeting Chen Erbao's advance.

His mouth roamed, soon finding her soft red lips. He captured her cherry-like mouth and began to assault the barrier of her teeth.

Lost in a daze of passion, Zhao Ruoying placed her hands uncertainly on Chen Erbao's shoulders, letting him have his way with her mouth.

It wasn't until one of Chen Erbao's hands slipped inside her clothes and squeezed a soft, snowy peak that she finally let out a moan.

"Ngh... don't..."

The moment she opened her mouth, a domineering tongue darted inside, coiling around her soft, delicate tongue and pulling it into his own mouth.

"Mmph..."

Zhao Ruoying lost all resistance, slumping limply against Chen Erbao.

Chen Erbao took the opportunity to lie down on the leaf-strewn ground. One hand toyed with a snowy peak and its 'grape,' while the other slipped down along the waistband of her pants and went inside.

Chen Erbao went straight for the prize, exploring forward along the fuzzy patch of grass.

Zhao Ruoying's 'vegetation' was quite sparse, only a little more than a 'white tiger'.

In this respect, she was completely different from Lin Zhiqing. Lin Zhiqing's was so lush that it wasn't easy to even find the 'valley stream'.

But with just a slight slide of his fingers, he was already hovering predatorily beside the pink crevice.

"Ah... don't..."

Assaulted from above and below, her secret place under attack, Zhao Ruoying's senses briefly returned. She pressed down on his mischievous hand through her pants, her limpid, autumn-water eyes fluttering open, full of pleading.

Chen Erbao gave the little 'grape' a squeeze and whispered:

"I'm injured. Just let me satisfy this craving a little. I won't do anything improper, I just want to..."

Hearing Chen Erbao's words, Zhao Ruoying was overcome with shyness.

'How could I hold it and feed him...?'

But with a bit of maneuvering, Chen Erbao had already pushed her loose hiking shirt up to her neck.

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