Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Yu Shinan carried Fu Sichen forward, constantly talking to her and telling her not to fall asleep.

The rain dripped down, and the wind made it especially cool. I was afraid that if she fell asleep, her cold would get worse.

He quickened his pace to look around, and after walking a distance, he heard a loud crash behind him—the sound of a car falling from a tree branch.

Yu Shinan subconsciously glanced back and caught sight of her biting her arm hard. "Si Chen?"

Her face was flushed, and her face, washed by the rain, was both alluring and pitiful. The water droplets hanging on her eyelashes were hard to tell whether they were rainwater or tears.

He lifted her up by her bottom and quickened his pace. "Stop biting. If you want to sleep, go to sleep for a while."

Fu Sichen grunted in response, but did not release her.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Yu Shinan saw the simple prefabricated house nestled against the mountain valley and almost wanted to shout that he was lucky.

The entire second phase of the farm covers a huge area. The previous topographic map marked three monitoring points scattered in different areas. Every autumn, people are arranged to be on duty to prevent fires.

Yu Shinan carried the person over and rushed over. He pushed open the door, and a musty smell hit him, but at least it could keep him out of the rain.

As soon as the person on his back was put down, Fu Sichen collapsed to the ground. Yu Shinan quickly scooped her up and placed his palm on her forehead.

hot.

But it wasn't the dry, burning sensation of a fever; I wonder if it was just my imagination because my forehead was wet from the rain.

On the contrary, I felt that she was hot and sweaty.

He carried him all the way here, sweating and then being drenched by the cool rain, but he didn't feel hot at all.

She was lying on top of him without moving, so why was she sweating?

The room was very simple, with a small bed, a cabinet, and a brown single sofa with peeling leather, looking worn and tattered.

Yu Shinan bent down and patted the dust off his hands, which were covered in dirt. He then rubbed the dirt on himself and finally took off his shirt to put on the ground for her to sit on.

She was like a boneless creature; as soon as he pulled his hand away, Fu Sichen slumped down on her, her long, loose hair obscuring half of her face.

"Stop biting." Yu Shinan tried to pull her arm down, but she held on tightly, leaving bloodstains on her arm. The man's forehead was taut, and he reached out to pinch her cheeks, forcing her to let go.

A ring of teeth marks ran along her slender arm; they were deep and bleeding. How deep must the bite have been?

With her mouth no longer covered, Fu Sichen let out a soft groan that sounded like she was in pain or crying. Her eyes were misty with tears, and Yu Shinan had the illusion that rain was still dripping on her.

Yu Shinan's figure loomed over her, his palm pressed against her forehead again, and then he leaned down to touch her forehead with his own. She was hot, but her body temperature was still normal.

Fu Sichen leaned back in the dilapidated sofa, her pale yellow dress completely wet and clinging to her body, her legs twisted tightly together beneath the dress.

She hummed twice, which sounded like extreme unbearable noise to Yu Shinan's ears.

She vaguely asked for water, "I want to drink water."

When I was in the rain, I didn't feel like my body was on fire, but now I felt dry from the inside out, as if I were being roasted on a fire, and the moisture in my body was being lost rapidly.

She couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her neck and slid her fingers down, tearing open the collar of her dress that was locked around her neck. The collar came undone, and she felt as if she could finally breathe.

The dilapidated sofa and the delicate, beautiful woman were like the finest ingredients served on a broken plate; the stark visual contrast stimulated the eye, and that vibrant color crashed into Yu Shinan's eyes.

He finally noticed something was wrong with her. He reached out and pulled her up from the sofa, listening as she cried out for water.

Yu Shinan looked around and saw that there was nothing there, except for a porcelain jar on the cabinet.

He got up to get her some water, but she hugged him around the waist and snuggled into his arms. He was a little cool, but she felt comfortable when she pressed against him. She clung to him with her arms, buried her face in his chest, and her lips and tongue landed on his cotton vest, which was so hot that she felt a shiver. "Brother Nan, don't go, I feel uncomfortable."

"I know, I'll go get you some water." Yu Shinan tensed up, using his arm to pull her up and press her down on the sofa. "Wait here."

"Wait, wait for what? I don't want to wait."

She reached out to grab him, not wanting him to abandon her.

His consciousness was hazy yet interspersed with clarity. "It's too hot here. I want to get caught in the rain. It'll cool me down."

She was struggling with her own contradictions, her gaze unfocused and unfocused, her moist eyes unable to conceal their allure. Her fingers tugged at her clothes, tearing the thin dress into a tattered mess, leaving it half-covered and half-exposed before him.

Yu Shinan's temples throbbed. He reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her from moving, then pulled her skirt up.

"You can't do that, you'll catch a cold."

Then he asked her, "What did you eat?"

"What did I eat? I didn't eat anything." Fu Sichen kept repeating this, tears streaming down her face. The venomous bees inside her were too powerful, sometimes on her legs, sometimes on her chest. She kept twisting her limbs, unable to find a way to relieve the pain. She kept muttering that she wanted to go out in the rain, occasionally calling his name and saying that it hurt.

When asked where it hurts, she said it doesn't hurt, it's just itchy.

A tingling, itchy feeling in my chest.

She pulled his hand and pressed it against her body, asking him for help.

Yu Shinan was exhausted from her torment.

"Si Chen, Si Chen?" He gently patted her face with both hands, trying to wake her up.

But she couldn't wake up; she only felt someone grab her wrists and prevent her from taking off her clothes, saying that this wouldn't do.

She was like a fawn abandoned in the desert, parched and burning with thirst, crying in despair, "Why can't I?"

Yu Shinan had no choice but to pick her up, take the jar from the table to the door, and push it open. Moisture rushed in, and Yu Shinan reached out one hand to catch the rainwater while holding her in his other arm.

She wasn't heavy, but at that moment Yu Shinan felt he could barely hold her; she was wriggling all over him.

Fu Sichen sobbed and cried, feeling like she was dying. She put her hands on his shoulders and nuzzled his neck with her lips. "Brother Nan, hug me, kiss me, don't go, don't let me go."

The veins on his forehead bulged, and Yu Shinan's breathing became erratic. He dared not look at her, yet he couldn't help but be drawn to her by her gaze. He didn't care that the water glass wasn't full of rainwater, and he carried her back to the sofa, pressing her down on the sofa. She resisted, clinging tightly to him with both hands.

Yu Shinan had no choice but to sit down himself, holding her on his lap, lifting her face with his hands, and wiping her lips with water from his fingers. He didn't dare let her drink the rainwater rashly, but he was also afraid that she would be too thirsty.

She was like a hazy little animal, licking anything she could get her hands on, her fingers entangled by her wet tongue.

Yu Shinan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He abruptly pulled his hand back, grabbed some water, and splashed it on her cheek. "Wake up, Sichen, wake up."

His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by a hot iron.

The rain was drizzling outside, gradually picking up and then it started pouring down again.

The door, which wasn't closed properly, creaked and groaned in the wind.

The cacophony of external noises couldn't drown out his sobbing and increasingly heavy breathing.

She bit his neck and ears haphazardly, her hands groping his body. "Give it to me, I can't take it anymore."

His image was reflected in the woman's hazy eyes. Yu Shinan hooked his arm around her swaying waist. "Si Chen, can you see who I am clearly?"

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Brother Nan. I knew it was you."

He tightened his grip on her arm, holding her close in his embrace. A thin layer of sweat beaded on the man's forehead, and his heart pounded in his chest. "Be good, close your eyes, I'll help you."