After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Nian, wrapped in Yin Cheng's outer robe, was still trembling with fear, and tears kept falling down her face.

He dared not imagine what would have happened if Yin Cheng had arrived even a moment later…

Lin Nian was terrified, but when he witnessed Yin Cheng take care of the bad guys, he suddenly lost his fear, even though Yin Cheng looked even more ferocious than the bad guys...

Yin Cheng threw Wang Wu's body off the cliff, picked up some firewood, and returned to the cave.

The rain was pouring down, and Yin Cheng used his internal energy to dry the damp firewood, starting a fire.

"Come and warm yourself by the fire." After saying that, Yin Cheng realized his tone was a bit stiff, so he softened his voice, "Don't catch a cold."

"Lin Nian?"

"..."

Yin Cheng sighed and carried the person to the fire.

Lin Nian was lifted into the air, letting out a small gasp, and instinctively wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

The man was only wearing an inner garment, his outer robe still wrapped around his body. The woody scent emanating from the man filled the air, and Lin Nian's originally pale face instantly turned red and hot.

They were too close... Lin Nian pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes but threatening to fall.

Yin Cheng put the man down, helped him adjust his outer robe, and then pulled at his sleeve to wipe away his tears.

He wasn't good at comforting people, and after struggling for a while, he could only manage to say, "Don't cry..."

Lin Nian said softly, "No... I didn't cry."

He was no longer afraid, but as a young man raised in seclusion who had never encountered anything like this before, he still couldn't stop sobbing.

Hearing the still tearful voice, Yin Cheng was even more at a loss, so he could only ask dryly, "Are you cold?"

Lin Nian shook her head.

Yin Cheng remembered the red marks left on Lin Nian's wrists from the rope binding, so he took out a box of ointment from his pocket and handed it to her, "Apply this to your wrists."

Yin Cheng's outer robe was too big for Lin Nian. He carefully reached out to take the ointment, but still managed to reveal a little bit of skin for a moment.

The fair, jade-like skin was wrapped in a black robe with gold trim, creating a strong contrast between light and shadow.

He quickly covered himself with his outer robe and applied the medicine to himself with his back to Yin Cheng.

Yin Cheng stood in the wind, deliberately ignoring the sound of fabric rubbing against his back, and stared straight ahead at the rain curtain at the cave entrance.

A moment later, the young master behind him said softly, "Okay... all done."

A thunderclap exploded, and the white light from the lightning illuminated the entire cave in an instant.

Lin Nian shrank back slightly and moved almost imperceptibly half an inch towards where Yin Cheng was.

Even at such a short distance, the usually reserved and self-possessed young master Lin was so embarrassed that his ears turned red, his face turned red, and even his fingernails turned pink.

This is too outrageous... Lin Nian comforted herself in her heart: It's perfectly normal for the young man to be afraid of thunder.

Yin Cheng said, "Come closer."

Lin Nian thought her little trick had been discovered, and she stammered, "What...?"

Yin Cheng said, "It's cold at night, come closer." He paused, then continued, "I'll shield you from the wind."

Lin Nian pursed her lips and obediently replied, "Okay."

He slowly moved to Yin Cheng's side, lifting the hem of his skirt.

No one spoke anymore; it seemed as if only the sound of rain outside the cave remained in the world.

Thunder rumbled and rain poured down.

Lin Nian was a little dizzy, probably because she was tired from crying, and her head swayed as she rested on Yin Cheng's shoulder.

Yin Cheng froze, not daring to move. At first, he would catch Lin Nian's head when it slid off his shoulder, but after it happened a few times, he simply held her in his arms.

It was the first time Yin Cheng had held the soft, fragrant little boy in his arms, and he was a little stiff, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet.

Lin Nian, who was already asleep, instinctively snuggled into the warm embrace.

Yin Cheng touched his slightly swollen eyelids, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

The rain lasted all night and did not stop by dawn the next day, and it even seemed to be getting heavier.

When Lin Nian woke up, the man was no longer beside her.

A few sparks occasionally popped out of the ashes of the fire, and apart from the sound of the rain, there was not a sound else.

The fear of being abandoned suddenly overwhelmed me, as if I were the only one left in the world.

Lin Nian, wrapped in her outer robe, hurriedly got up and ran out of the cave without thinking.

After checking the surroundings, Yin Cheng returned to the cave and saw Young Master Lin running out in a panic, almost tripping over some loose rocks.

This little beauty is pretty, but she doesn't seem very bright; she looks like she could fall flat on her face.

He quickly stepped forward and caught the person.

"Why are you running around like that?" Yin Cheng carried the man back to the cave and wiped the rain off his head. "You're all soaked."

Lin Nian asked, looking aggrieved, "Where did you go?"

"I went to check out the terrain," Yin Cheng said. "We don't know when this rain will stop, we need to leave first..."

Before Yin Cheng could finish speaking, Lin Nian threw herself into his arms and cried softly.

"...Open it here." Yin Cheng finished saying what he wanted to say, "Hey, don't cry yet."

He channeled his inner energy to dry the little beauty, saying, "Drinking rainwater can make you sick. If you cry and get thirsty later, I won't be able to find you any water to drink."

Upon hearing this, Lin Nian immediately stopped crying and glared at him with her watery eyes.

Yin Cheng rubbed his head and muttered to himself, "He looks quite handsome when he cries."

Although Yin Cheng spoke vaguely, Lin Nian still heard him. He snorted, broke free from his embrace, and pouted his pink lips slightly.

Yin Cheng suddenly noticed bloodstains on the rocks inside the cave.

He was certain that when he killed the robber last night, he had punched him to death and that no bloodstains should be left.

Where did this bloodstain come from?

Yin Cheng frowned, pulling Lin Nian to look her over from left to right, "Where are you hurt?"

Lin Nian replied with some confusion and a little embarrassment, "I'm not injured. You arrived just in time."

"Are you really not injured?" Yin Cheng asked suspiciously, his gaze falling on the bloodstain.

Lin Nian said, "Really, no."

He followed Yin Cheng's gaze and looked over, and when he saw the bloodstain on the stone, he was also somewhat bewildered.

Suddenly feeling a warmth in her lower abdomen, Lin Nian seemed to realize something and quickly moved to block Yin Cheng's view.

Yin Cheng was somewhat confused. "What's wrong?"

Lin Nian blushed and couldn't say a word.

He was almost in tears, "Please, please stop asking!"

"Don't be shy, tell me where you're hurt. It can't be your butt, can it? Let me see."

Lin Nian blushed and kept backing away, saying, "No, I'm really not hurt."

The more he denied it, the more suspicious Yin Cheng became.

"Is your butt really hurt?" Yin Cheng asked. "Should we put some medicine on it so it doesn't get infected?"

Lin Nian stammered, "It's the tide..."

"What?"

Lin Nian's cheeks flushed bright red, and she yelled, "I told you it's my period!"

Yin Cheng blinked, his mind racing for a while before he remembered that the boys in this world could…

"Ahem." Yin Cheng shamelessly took off his undergarment.

"What are you doing?" Lin Nian stared wide-eyed as the man took off his undergarment and then began to take off his inner garment.

Yin Cheng handed him the white undergarment, "Um, this is Xuejin's, it's soft, you... cough cough, would you like to wear it as a pad?"

Lin Nian was stunned.

The man's muscles were a sight to behold, but his chest and abdomen were covered in scars, as if he had escaped death several times.