Song Huiling didn't hear the man's voice, but she guessed that it was He Zhan who came back.

She got up from the bed and wanted to go see what was happening with the chickens in the yard, and to get some light. The stone house had poor lighting, and if she stayed in it for too long, she would probably get moldy.

Her body had not fully recovered yet, so Song Huiling walked very slowly and unsteadily. After she bent down, gently pushed the wooden door and walked out of the room, she felt weak again and leaned weakly against the wall.

In the corner of the stone wall, a man with a bun, a black net scarf on his head, and training uniform was facing her sideways. He was holding a dead chicken in his hand and was holding the chicken upside down to drain the blood into the earthen bowl on the stone table.

"Go on, go on, drain the blood!" Yang stood beside him and gave instructions, looking like she wanted to do it herself but didn't dare to.

Song Huiling was a little surprised. Yang really brought her some meat! She was so excited that she got a stitch in the side and started coughing again.

The two people in the yard heard the sound and turned their heads at the same time. After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Song Huiling was stunned. She was scared by the man.

His facial lines are sharp, and under his heroic sword-like brows he has a pair of peach blossom eyes that are as bright and affectionate as Yang's. He has a high nose bridge, thin lips tightly pursed into a line, and bronze skin that reveals a bit of wildness. If such a look were put in the modern entertainment industry, he would definitely be a top-notch beauty.

But Song Huiling had no mood to appreciate it. There were a few drops of blood splashed on the man's face. There was no emotion in his narrow eyes. His eyes were so cold as if he was looking at a dead object.

Her fear stems from the absolute power gap between men and women. The man has an upright posture, broad and strong shoulders, and even with clothes on, she can faintly feel the firm muscles hidden under the fabric. With such a strong body, if he is a good person, she will feel completely safe, but he happens to be a perverted villain!

When Song Huiling thought of words like being torn into pieces by five horses and being cut into pieces with a thousand knives, a chill instantly ran up her spine. It must be very painful for He Zhan to beat her up. Given her current frail body, she might be killed by He Zhan with just a little effort.

She had reason to suspect that the original owner did not die of hunger strike, but was beaten to death by He Zhan. This was exactly in line with his revengeful character. The original owner rejected his face and trampled on his dignity on the wedding night, and he came to take revenge today. After all, perverts will remain silent and dormant for a while before going completely crazy.

She could accept death in a car accident, but she couldn't accept being beaten to death, because she really couldn't beat him...

Suddenly, she felt her cheeks getting hot, and two lines of tears flowed out from the corners of her eyes without her knowing. She was frightened, but not to the point of crying. She was afraid that the remaining consciousness of the original owner had affected this body.

It was the first time that He Zhan saw his newly-married wife. She was frail and pale, with an oval face the size of a palm, and her cheeks slightly sunken. She stood sideways, one hand gently supporting the wall, the other hand covering her chest, revealing a piece of white wrist that was so white that it seemed as if it would break if bent. She looked like a sick beauty, or like a delicate flower swaying in the wind.

An ordinary man, seeing her pitiful and weak appearance, would definitely want to hold her in his arms and comfort her, but He Zhan just found it annoying, especially when he saw the tears on her cheeks, which made him even more upset. What else could she do except crying?

On the wedding night, A'niang begged him to go in and take a look, so as not to neglect the new bride. But before he even entered the room, he heard her threatening in a crying voice that if he dared to take a step into the room, she would immediately commit suicide. Then she told him that she had a lover, and how handsome and elegant her lover was, and that a common man like him could never reach the level of a man.

He didn't like women, especially those who only knew how to cry. His mother said that the new bride was very beautiful and different from ordinary women, but in his eyes, all women were the same, with two eyes and a mouth, there was no difference.

There was a wooden barrel on the ground next to the stone table. It was filled with freshly boiled water, still emitting hot steam. He Zhan threw the chicken into the barrel as if he was throwing a human head.

With a plop, Song Huiling's body trembled. He Zhan's face was gloomy, and he did not hide his disgust for her. He threw a chicken into the boiling water. He obviously wanted to throw her!

Song Huiling raised her hand and slowly touched the bun on her head. Just as she was about to pull out the hairpin, He Zhan leaned over, picked up the wooden barrel and placed it on the stone table. He pushed his rolled-up sleeves up again, lowered his head and began to pluck the chicken.

Song Huiling finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lowered her hands. Fortunately, he was not going to hit her.

"Hui Ling, why did you come out? Go back to the house and rest. The weather today is not warmer than yesterday." Yang walked over quickly, helped Song Hui Ling up and wanted to take her into the house.

I thought that it took me nearly half a month to pacify them. If I let this young couple who disliked each other continue to see each other, my daughter-in-law would definitely go on a hunger strike.

Song Huiling opened her lips and said, "It's okay. Come out and get some fresh air. It's not good for your health to stay in the house all the time."

It was just a common remark, but Yang's heart was in turmoil. Has her daughter-in-law changed her character? She actually doesn't mind staying in the same place with her son?

She was surprised and happy, and even tears welled up in her eyes. This was a good sign.

She was extremely grateful. Although she had blamed, resented, and hated him before, she always treated Song Huiling with a kind heart. Even a stone would eventually be warmed up. She believed that it was only a matter of time before her daughter-in-law would be willing to accept their family.

Yang raised her head and held back her tears before she said, "Then find a place to sit. It's so tiring to stand."

Song Huiling nodded slightly in response.

Yang helped Song Huiling to sit on the stone bench in the yard. In order to test her, she deliberately brought her to the opposite side of He Zhan. Seeing that she did not show any displeasure until she sat down, the heavy stone in her heart finally fell, and she smiled for the first time in some time.

There's a clue!

He Zhan obviously felt that Song Huiling's behavior was a little strange. He looked up suspiciously and was caught off guard by a pair of big eyes that were watery, fiery, and full of hunger.

But these big deer-like eyes were not looking at him, but at the chicken in his hand...

A gust of cold wind blew, Song Huiling tightened his clothes and started coughing again, but the look in his eyes as he looked at the chicken was still hot.

He Zhan found it annoying, so he shook his hands to dry the water, took off his clothes, and threw them at Song Huiling, commanding: "Put them on, or I'll have to pay to collect your body if you freeze to death!"

Oh, she hadn’t heard He Zhan make a sound for so long that she thought he was a mute.

The thrown clothes covered his head. Song Huiling grabbed and pulled the clothes off his head. He was just giving a casual glance, but his eyes fell squarely on He Zhan.

He was actually naked! His flat abdomen, six neatly arranged abdominal muscles, a thin waist and broad shoulders formed a sharp contrast, and his bronze skin was covered with various scars, but it did not make people feel hideous, but exuded a unique masculine charm.

Song Huiling stared with her eyes wide open, her cherry lips slightly opened, and then she realized something. A burning sensation suddenly burned on her face. She quickly turned her head away, propping her lips and coughing, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He Zhan curled the corners of his lips inadvertently, then lowered his head to continue plucking the chicken.

Yang just ate melons the whole time and didn't dare to say a word, but the corners of her mouth were almost raised to the sky.

She began to feel fortunate again, fortunate that she did not dare to kill the chicken, fortunate that she called her son back to kill the chicken!

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