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Thatched huts are built with mud and bricks and are not soundproof.

Even though he wasn't intentionally eavesdropping, his excellent hearing allowed him to clearly hear the "splashing" sound of water.

Song Ye didn't consider himself a womanizer, but at this moment, images uncontrollably surfaced in his mind following the sound of water.

Last night's scene seemed vivid in his mind; her fair, soft skin was unbelievably smooth, and even the slightest roughness would leave marks on it.

I don't know how she could bear...him...

Recalling everything he saw when he woke up that morning, the man's narrow eyes darkened like the night, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Just then, a soft, startled cry rang out, followed by a loud "bang" as a heavy object fell to the ground, the cigarette between her fingers trembling slightly.

Song Ye could no longer care about anything else. He quickly threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, then strode into the house.

The moment the door opened, the scene before him made him catch his breath!

The girl, wearing the white dress he had brought, sat on the ground, her fair hands covering her shapely ankles, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a wooden bucket lay overturned beside her, water spilling onto the floor.

Hearing the door open, Sang Huan looked up at him with her eyes filled with tears, her soft voice filled with grievance and helplessness.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to wipe my feet, but I lost my balance and fell, making your room wet..."

After saying that, she lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, gently biting her rosy lips with her pearly teeth.

Song Ye snapped out of his daze. Without saying a word, he strode forward and picked up the person on the ground.

Startled by his sudden action, the girl gasped, her slender, soft arms quickly wrapping around the man's neck, her watery eyes misty with tears.

But soon, Song Ye placed the girl on the stool next to the desk and bent down to check the injury on her ankle.

Sang Huan felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously wanted to reach out and cover herself.

Song Ye acted faster than her; he grasped her hand, his voice low and gentle.

"Honey, let me check if you've twisted your ankle. It wouldn't be good if you broke a bone."

Upon hearing this, Sang Huan hesitantly moved her hand away.

The man squatted down in front of her, gently holding the girl's ankle with his large hand. His calloused, rough fingertips caressed the skin of her ankle little by little, his voice hoarse.

"Tell me if it hurts anywhere."

"Mmm, ah..."

Before Sang Huan could speak, the man tightened his grip, and her face turned deathly pale. She hissed softly in pain.

"Sorry, I'll be gentle."

"......good."

He lowered his eyes to examine her closely, feeling her soft breaths gently brush against his skin, like feathers gliding by, a tingling, itchy sensation spreading through his heart.

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"It's alright, it's just a superficial injury. Just rest more and don't put weight on it."

"Okay, on the ground, hug..."

"No need to apologize. I went too far yesterday, otherwise you wouldn't have fallen."

He interrupted her before she could finish speaking, his dark eyes fixed on her. He paused for a moment before speaking.

"Huanhuan, what's done is done, and I will take responsibility for you. My family is still alive and well. If you're willing, I can write to them right now and explain things clearly. We can get our marriage certificate anytime after that."

"No way!" Sang Huan refused without hesitation.

Meeting the man's questioning gaze, her long eyelashes trembled, and her tone was cautious.

"You and my sister are engaged. If I were to be with you like this, she would be heartbroken, and if word got out..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Song Ye understood what she meant.

These days, a woman's reputation is extremely important. If outsiders find out that she's having an affair with her sister's fiancé, the gossip in the village could crush her.

He, a man, was thick-skinned and not worried, but Sang Huan was a young girl from the city. When she first arrived in the village, she was so embarrassed by everyone staring at her that she hid behind Lin Xue.

If those people really start talking about it...

From the moment he first saw the girl, he had designs on her. What happened last night was so intense that he was so excited that he lost all reason.

Now that he realized what was happening, his eyes held a mixture of emotions he couldn't quite express, and his tone was sincere.

"I'm sorry, it was my oversight."

After a moment of hesitation, Song Ye finally spoke.

"What's done is done, Huanhuan. I will definitely take responsibility for you. Don't worry about anything else, I'll handle it as soon as possible."

He didn't know about the engagement at first; he only found out when his elders sent him a telegram to pick him up.

When he first met Lin Xue and revealed his identity, he could clearly sense the disdain, disgust, and scheming she showed towards his current status.

However, Song Ye was more interested in Sang Huan, who was beside Lin Xue, than Lin Xue, so he didn't care about Lin Xue's attitude towards him.

He wasn't stupid. The strangeness yesterday and the sudden arrival of Sang Huan were definitely related to Lin Xue.

However, the person who came happened to be the girl he liked, and, bewitched, Song Ye went along with it.

Since Lin Xue doesn't like him, it's easy to break off the engagement.

However, Sang Huan's overly trusting attitude towards Lin Xue made him unsure how to broach the subject.

Forget it, let him handle it himself.

"Okay, sure."

Sang Huan's eyelashes trembled, and she responded somewhat vaguely.

Song Ye assumed she was nervous and flustered, so he turned around and squatted down with his back to Sang Huan.

"Come on, your legs can't walk right now, I'll carry you back."

"This...isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Don't worry, I've already talked to your aunt. We'll tell her you accidentally fell last night and stayed at her place for the night. She'll be over soon, and we'll help you over. Nobody else will say anything."

This was also another purpose of Song Ye's trip. Given the current feudal customs, even if he wanted to marry Sang Huan, he couldn't let outsiders know it was because of what happened last night.

"good......"

Upon hearing this, Sang Huan carefully climbed onto his back.

As her soft body pressed against him, the man's body tensed abruptly. He wrapped his arms around the girl's legs, easily hoisted her onto his back, and walked outside.

When they reached the door, they deliberately crouched down, worried that the other person might bump into them.

Sang Huan was worried about being seen by outsiders, so to avoid suspicion, she put her hands on the man's shoulders.

Suddenly, all eyes turned to her, and she tensed for a moment, her slender white fingers instinctively gripping the man's clothes.

Song Ye's skin was hard and stiff, like a branding iron. In the late spring, just before summer, Sang Huan, who was pressed against his body, was not feeling well.

In addition, the uneven dirt road caused friction from the bumps, making Sang Huan blush.

In the distance, a figure appeared and walked towards them.

Sang Huan's heart tightened, and she quickly asked Song Ye to put her down.

Song Ye was somewhat reluctant, but he couldn't resist her insistence and put the person down.