Shen Yun walked over slowly.
Zhao Xiaohua, who had fallen to the ground, cried out when she saw him from afar.
"Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much..." She wasn't unattractive, and her voice was soft and melodious, like a yellow oriole leaving the valley.
Shen Yun arrived and looked at her in surprise.
This person had been fine earlier, how did she end up on the ground?
Could it be that his wife hit her?
Shen Yun felt a little guilty and wanted to walk around.
But Zhao Xiaohua saw through his intentions, grabbed his hem, and held his wrist, whispering,
"Brother Yun, you have to be careful of Hai'e, she wants to..."
She spoke halfway, her eyes full of anticipation as she looked at him, implying he should help her up.
Shen Yun feared that any lingering with her would look bad, but what she said successfully caught his attention.
He quickly pulled her up, looked at her fixedly, urging her to speak quickly.
"Hai'e plans to harm your wife..." Zhao Xiaohua finished in one breath.
Shen Yun nodded at her, patted his hem, and strode away.
Zhao Xiaohua was left behind him, looking at him with a mixture of infatuation and anger.
He was so gentle, he smelled so good, his arms were so strong, and his embrace must be so warm...
It's just a pity that all of this no longer belonged to her!
Zhao Xiaohua sighed alone for a while, then looked at Shen Yun's receding figure, the fervor in her eyes deepening.
In her past life, she had never planned much for herself, which was why she couldn't get what she wanted.
Now that she had a second chance, it was time for her to plan properly for herself.
Su Xiaoqi, feeling a bit down because of Zhao Hai'e, took a detour to the fish pond.
The lotus seeds Zhao Ye had given her last time were quite tasty.
They were good for clearing the mind and calming the fire.
Of course, the most important thing was that she wanted to see how many lotus flowers Zhao Ye had planted.
What she wanted to eat the most was lotus root.
When she arrived at the fish pond, Su Xiaoqi could hardly believe her eyes.
In late May, the lotus flowers were in full bloom.
The delicate pink lotus flowers and verdant lotus leaves covered the entire fish pond.
Occasionally, through the gaps in the lotus leaves, Su Xiaoqi could see several fish playfully surfacing.
This was the Zhao Village version of the scene: "The sky is filled with lotus leaves, endless green; reflecting the sun, the lotus flowers are uniquely red."
Su Xiaoqi sat on the embankment of the fish pond, hugging her knees, and admired the beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the grass behind her.
Su Xiaoqi's hearing was sharp, and she immediately recognized the sound of a snake.
She wasn't afraid of other large animals, but she was afraid of this long, thin thing.
She immediately screamed in fright: "Ah... there's a snake, there's a snake."
Her screams attracted Zhao Ye, who was cutting grass on the other side.
Recognizing Su Xiaoqi's voice, he dropped the bamboo basket on his back and ran towards her.
Startled, Su Xiaoqi froze for a moment before reacting and taking off running.
But the snake seemed to have targeted her, twisting its body and lunging towards her.
Just as its gaping mouth was about to bite Su Xiaoqi.
Zhao Ye, behind her, urgently opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out.
He could only quickly run in front of her and pull her to the side.
Su Xiaoqi suddenly felt herself being pulled.
Already scared like a startled bird by the snake, this sudden pull made her heart clench, and she instinctively raised her hand to strike.
"Ah... woo..."
Hearing an unfamiliar sound, Su Xiaoqi quickly turned and saw the person behind her. To her surprise, it was Zhao Ye, and he was making a sound.
"You, you can talk?" she asked, extremely surprised.
Zhao Ye shook his head, his eyes suddenly sharp. He quickly rushed forward, hugged her, and shielded her with his body.
Then there was a muffled grunt.
Su Xiaoqi's heart tightened. Peeking over Zhao Ye's slender shoulder, she saw that his left wrist had been bitten by the snake.
He had saved her.
He had clearly been behind her and wouldn't have been bitten if he had stayed still.
But at the critical moment, he had stood in front of her to bear the snakebite.
"Heavens, you've been bitten, this snake is venomous." Su Xiaoqi quickly struggled out of his embrace, wanting to treat his wound.
Zhao Ye, however, had already moved with lightning speed, grasping the snake's seven-inch mark. With a forceful squeeze of his knuckles, he crushed the snake to death and threw it aside.
Su Xiaoqi watched in astonishment.
She had grown up in the city, but after growing up, she had conducted numerous cultivation experiments in the fields.
So she had seen quite a lot of these things.
But for some reason, she was just afraid of them.
Every time she saw one, she would scream and get goosebumps.
Before this, she had never seen one of these things killed.
For a moment, her heart turned cold, and her mind froze.
She was held in Zhao Ye's embrace for a long time without realizing it.
Zhao Ye was extremely excited at this moment.
Su Xiaoqi was his goddess.
She was the only woman who had made his heart flutter in over ten years.
She was gentle and kind, never minding his background, nor mocking him as a nameless bastard.
Moreover, she treated his hand and gave him such good, stable work.
All sorts of kindness, and more.
He loved her, loved her to the point of no return, but the gap between them was too great.
He had never dared to imagine being able to hold her like this one day.
He would be willing to die immediately if it meant he could have this moment.
After calming herself down, Su Xiaoqi pushed Zhao Ye away.
She didn't realize that Zhao Ye had already developed feelings for her, nor did she think anything was wrong with his actions.
In her opinion, he had saved her.
She patted Zhao Ye's shoulder to thank him for saving her life.
Then she asked him to sit on the grass cushion where she had been sitting, saying she would detoxify him.
"That snake was a bamboo viper, it's venomous. Did the bite hurt badly!" Su Xiaoqi looked at the two tooth marks on Zhao Ye's wrist.
This snake was fierce and would actively attack people.
Su Xiaoqi frowned, found a piece of cloth, tied it around his lower leg, and asked for a small knife. After sterilizing it with alcohol, she picked at the wound to let out the poisonous blood.
Then she cleaned it, sterilized it, sprinkled it with cooling blood-stopping medicine collected from her space, and bandaged it with clean gauze.
She also prepared some ban bian lian, sheng di, pu gong ying, zi hua di ding, huang qin, and other heat-clearing and detoxifying herbs to be boiled for internal consumption later.
After Zhao Ye took the medicine, his condition greatly improved, and Su Xiaoqi finally relaxed, slumping down.
Her heart had been clenched so tightly that she was covered in sweat.
Zhao Ye watched her the entire time.
He looked at her refined and elegant face, she was truly beautiful.
He looked at her smooth, fair skin; her skin was so good.
He looked at her practiced bandaging skills; her medical skills were also so good.
He was mesmerized for a moment.
It felt as if only the two of them existed in the world.
Seeing the beads of sweat on Su Xiaoqi's forehead, Zhao Ye felt heartbroken and couldn't help but reach out to wipe them away.
As he thought it, he did just that.
However, his hand didn't quite touch Su Xiaoqi's forehead.
Midway, she seemed to sense something was wrong.
She turned her head, then looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Su Xiaoqi gently touched her cheek, wiping away the bead of sweat that had tempted Zhao Ye to reach out.
Zhao Ye let out a sigh of relief. It was good that she hadn't noticed.
He cursed himself for his impure thoughts.
She was so good, and she had even helped him; how could he have such thoughts about her?
She was already married, she had a husband.
He had no chance, and moreover, he was not worthy of such a wonderful woman like her now!
Zhao Ye drove away the romantic thoughts about Su Xiaoqi with a wave of self-denial.
He lowered his head and let out a few choked cries.
He was venting the unspeakable sorrow and sadness in his heart.