Her delicate body collided with his muscular chest, and just as she tried to break free, a muffled groan ca from above.
He had pulled at the wound on his back.
Serena quickly froze, "This isn’t my fault, don’t take it out on !"
Hayden Crawford held her in his arms. She was only wearing a small camisole, and he buried his head in her hair, inhaling the fragrance from her body. Once the pain in his back had subsided, he chuckled hoarsely, "Then what about you harassing ? What’s the deal with that?"
Harassing what?
"Hayden Crawford, I was saving you. If you stayed cold any longer, you’d surely die!"
Hayden lowered his eyes, his parched lips brushing against her soft cheek, "To warm up, where exactly were you rubbing against just now?"
"..."
"So now it’s gender inequality, a woman harassing a man isn’t wrong?"
Serena’s face flushed red, but she retaliated defiantly, "Mr. Crawford really is beastly by nature; it doesn’t matter how you cover up and warm him, just rubbing will heat him up!"
Hayden raised an eyebrow without refuting, pulling the blanket over the two of them.
Serena wanted to move, but now she was lying on top of him, a pose far too intimate and suggestive.
"Don’t move!" he commanded.
Serena stiffened.
Hayden held her, a hint of sickness and exhaustion leaking from his deep eyes. With her soft and fragrant form in his arms, he furrowed his handso eyebrows slightly, "Don’t move, let hold you."
Serena suddenly felt a warmth in her heart. Outside, the rain was pouring heavily, and inside, the dim light flickered. She lay in his embrace, listening to the powerful heartbeat coming from his chest beside her, suddenly feeling a touch of fatigue and reliance.
Forget it, let this night be spent sleeping in his arms.
Serena softened her body, lying obediently on his chest like a little kitten.
Their breaths intertwined, in such a cold night, quiet enough to hear each other’s heartbeats.
At this mont, Hayden lowered his gaze and kissed her red lips.
This kiss was different from before; he kissed gently yet firmly, his hot lips and tongue lingering on her lips, teasing her to indulge with him.
Serena’s long lashes trembled fiercely. Hesitantly, she began to respond to him, like a ripe fruit, inexperienced but sweetly alluring, making one want to devour it whole.
Hayden clasped her slender waist, his rough palm seemingly teasingly brushing around.
They had already done those intimate things before, his slight probing making her suddenly awake.
"Don’t..."
She reached out her small hand to hold back his large palm.
A layer of crimson fell into Hayden’s deep eye sockets, "What’s wrong?"
"’Lust can be deadly,’ with such a serious wound on your back, you still want this, be careful not to die in bed!" she glared at him, her face red.
Hayden smirked, his voice husky, "To die under a peony flower, one becos a ghost with style."
"..." Serena’s slender body quickly stiffened.
Hayden noticed the change in her body, his gaze rapidly darkening and sharpening as he looked at her. Both of them thought about the dicine she took, the atmosphere becoming a bit subtle.
"Let go, I’m tired, I want to sleep." Serena wanted to get away.
But Hayden pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead...
His flexible lips lingered on her forehead, and Serena stiffened.
It’s said that when a man kisses a woman’s forehead, it’s the highest form of care and affection.
Serena suddenly beca quiet. Hayden’s handso eyelids moved slightly, "Go to sleep, good night."
Serena’s stiff body slowly softened, and she closed her eyes.
...
The next morning.
After last night’s torrential rain, it had already cleared today, the sunlight dazzling, bright.
Serena found a doctor from the tribe, who exclaid, "Sir, you suffered such severe injuries, the wound beca infected, and you had a high fever, yet you managed to survive the night. It’s truly a miracle."
The wound on his back had already been treated anew. Hayden got up, his long fingers picking a clean black shirt to put on.
He was now bare-chested, his wheat-colored solid muscles giving off healthy ripples, his waistline narrow, his abs lean and tough, paired with long black pants, it highlighted his two long legs for no reason.
Hayden’s figure was perfect, lean in clothes, solid enough without being exaggerated, yet attractively strong enough to make one’s face flush.
He put on the clean black shirt, then took out a jade pendant he carried with him and handed it to the doctor, "Sorry for troubling you last night."
The doctor was not a greedy person but recognized at a glance that this jade pendant was no ordinary item. Looking at Hayden’s distinguished manner, mature and composed, he guessed the man to be wealthy or noble, hence served him more carefully.
"Sir, you are too kind. Last night the road ahead was washed away, so your rescue might be delayed by a day or two. Perhaps you and your wife can stay here, and I’ll prepare so fresh food and vegetables for you."
This "wife" was referring to Serena.
Hayden didn’t refute nor show much emotion fluctuation, just nodded, "Then thank you, doctor."
The doctor left.
Hayden walked out of the small wooden house and moved forward.
Last night, he and Serena fell off a cliff, landing in this small tribe.
In front was a river, its water flowing gently, crystal-clear. By the river, several won were doing laundry.
Hayden stopped, his deep eyes falling upon a slender figure.
Serena was there too.
She was among those won, her small hands washing clothes, which seed to be her personal garnts. She washed them sowhat sheepishly, her delicate face hanging down, tinted with a couple of shy blushes.
His clothes were already washed and placed in a clean basin.
"Miss Sterling, the man inside that house must be your husband, right? Your husband is very handso, we’ve never seen such a good-looking man."
A few nosy won cheerfully inquired.
Serena’s long lashes trembled slightly, "He is not my husband!"
"Oh Miss Sterling, you’re kidding us, aren’t you? There’s only one bed in the house; didn’t you sleep with him last night?"
Serena’s face turned crimson. She could hardly withstand the attack from the older won. After finishing the laundry, she picked up the basin and emphasized, "He’s not my husband, he’s my brother!"
Saying this, she bowed her head and ran away.
A few older won chuckled behind, "This young lady looks like a fairy and is still so shy."
Serena stopped after running a few steps because she saw that tall, handso figure.
Hayden stood there, watching her.
She didn’t realize when he had started standing there watching her. He must have heard those won’s words.
"Brother," at this mont, the few won behind teased warmly, "Are you the young lady’s brother or her husband?"
"..."
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