Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

Zhao Dazhu's words only made things worse, causing Li Yujiao to cry even harder.

Seeing Li Yujiao crying with tears streaming down her face, Zhao Dazhu felt his heart soften.

He gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and pulled Li Yujiao over, letting her sit in his lap and lean against him.

Li Yujiao not only did not refuse or resist, but even buried her tear-streaked face in Zhao Dazhu's chest. The tears that overflowed from her eyes soaked a large area of ​​Zhao Dazhu's clothes.

Taking the opportunity, Zhao Dazhu gently patted Li Yujiao's shoulder, constantly comforting her.

It took a long time before Li Yujiao finally stopped sobbing.

"After the villagers left, I told them I was going back to my parents' home and wouldn't live with him anymore. Wang Jianguo was also angry, so he told me to pack my things and get out."

"I...I just packed a few things and came here..."

Li Yujiao sniffed and spoke slowly, giving Zhao Dazhu a pitiful look.

Zhao Dazhu finally understood why Li Yujiao had come to his place in the middle of the night, and he said firmly, "Sure, no problem, you can stay here as long as you want!"

"Aren't you afraid of being found out by Wang Jianguo?" Li Yujiao asked, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"To be honest, I am quite scared, but I'm not afraid of Wang Jianguo retaliating against me. I'm afraid of what the villagers will say. But you're in this state, how can I refuse? It's so late at night. If I don't let you stay at my house, where else can you go? I can't let a woman like you sleep on the street like a homeless person, can I?" Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

After a pause, Zhao Dazhu continued, "Even if Wang Jianguo really comes knocking on our door, I'll protect you. At worst, I'll risk all my reputation and steal his woman; I don't care if the villagers gossip about me!"

Upon hearing Zhao Dazhu's words, a captivating blush appeared on Li Yujiao's face.

After all, she was Wang Jianguo's woman. Zhao Dazhu said that stealing Wang Jianguo's woman was the same as stealing her.

"You...you're so good. If Wang Jianguo were half as good as you, that would be wonderful," Li Yujiao said shyly, too embarrassed to look at Zhao Dazhu.

It's late at night, past midnight.

Zhao Dazhu then got up from the sofa, took Li Yujiao's hand, and led her to the room.

"I don't have many rooms, and the other rooms haven't been cleaned in a long time, so they're uninhabitable. If you don't mind, you can sleep in my room tonight."

Zhao Dazhu had just finished speaking when he added, "But don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to take advantage of you, especially since you're in this state. Tonight you can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor. When you're in a better mood, we can continue what we didn't finish that day... that day."

Zhao Dazhu was extremely embarrassed when he said these words, and he kept rubbing his hands together.

Li Yujiao was somewhat moved.

If it were any other man, he might have already dragged her to bed by now, but Zhao Dazhu is still thinking of her like this.

This older man is so gentle and considerate.

If he could be twenty years younger—no, ten years younger—that would be perfect!

"What are you thinking about? Stop daydreaming and get into bed. I just warmed up the blankets for you," Zhao Dazhu chuckled.

Li Yujiao blushed and nodded, then took off her high heels and got into Zhao Dazhu's bed.

As soon as she crawled into bed, Li Yujiao smelled a strong masculine scent.

This is, of course, the scent Zhao Dazhu left in the quilt.

But Li Yujiao didn't dislike it; on the contrary, she found it quite unique, at least much better than the smell of smoke and alcohol on Wang Jianguo.

Zhao Dazhu quickly took out the bedding from the cabinet, spread it on the floor, and then slipped inside.

"Did I turn off the lights?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"Turn...turn it off," Li Yu said shyly.

Then, with a snap, the room went dark.

But it wasn't pitch black, because moonlight shone in through the window and fell on the bed.

Li Yujiao, lying on the bed, was bathed in moonlight, as if she were draped in a layer of silvery-white gauze, adding a touch of hazy beauty.

Zhao Dazhu turned his head to look at Li Yujiao on the bed, and his eyes immediately went blank, and his breathing seemed to become a little rapid.

But Zhao Dazhu was afraid of disturbing Li Yujiao, so he said nothing and just quietly admired the woman's beauty.

Before she knew it, more than half an hour had passed. Li Yujiao's breathing was steady and long, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

But Zhao Dazhu couldn't sleep!

He just couldn't sleep!

He's been a bachelor his whole life, and at 52 years old he still hasn't done *that* thing.

But now, a stunningly beautiful woman is sharing a room with him.

With a man and a woman alone together, how could he not be thinking about that?

Normally, he's fine; when there are no women around, he can still hold back.

But Zhao Dazhu didn't know that Li Yujiao on the bed was actually not asleep!

"Old Zhao, what...what are you doing?"

Li Yujiao let out a gasp.

Zhao Dazhu was startled and stammered, "Yu Jiao, you're not asleep? I... I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!"