The biting wind of a foreign land howled, and snowflakes danced wildly.
A maiden of twenty years, like jade, invited him amidst the wind and snow.
Such harsh conditions, paired with such a beautiful maiden, formed the starkest contrast.
What would it feel like for the world's most beautiful, pure-minded, and gentle woman to be with the world's ugliest, dirtiest-minded, and most brutal man, rolling around?
Now, if Li Qianfan were to gallop his horse in the snow, it would only amplify this feeling!
Li Qianfan's blood, heartbeat, and breath, at this moment, reached their peak.
Murong Mingyuan, wearing only a pair of high-heeled riding boots, slowly walked up to Li Qianfan and gently caressed his cheek.
Again, in an ethereal, dreamlike voice, she invited, "Master, please whip me."
Master—
Li Qianfan suddenly raised his hand, forcefully pushed her away, and turned to leave.
Murong Mingyuan stood stunned on the spot.
From Jiao Yin's half-swollen cheek and hoarse cries, she had already seen how much Li Qianfan needed a woman at the moment.
For this, she had also prepared herself to be savagely trampled.
But why would Li Qianfan treat her like this?
After Li Qianfan strode more than ten meters away, he suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at Murong Mingyuan.
Murong Mingyuan immediately, subconsciously, spread her arms, making a welcoming gesture.
Li Qianfan walked back, picked up the long black down jacket from the ground, and draped it over Murong Mingyuan's shoulders.
He silently helped the girl put it on, then put his left arm around her shoulder, and together they walked towards the RV.
"Master, am I not beautiful?"
Murong Mingyuan, her eyes full of disappointment, asked, "Or, am I not feminine enough?"
She had hesitated for a long time, confirming that she would inevitably be his woman with no way back, before coming to find Li Qianfan.
She had wanted to leave the deepest impression on him when he needed it most.
Inwardly, she was not reconciled!
Because of the inherent "wildness" in Murong Mingyuan's bones, her ideal knight in shining armor was a gentle, refined, mature, and humorous man like Lan Yunhai.
This was the most instinctive choice humans made when searching for a lifelong partner.
It wasn't that one lacked something and therefore needed it.
This was also why many tall men tended to marry petite wives.
Undoubtedly.
Li Qianfan, who was not mature at all and was exceptionally cruel, was not to Murong Mingyuan's taste.
Yet, Li Qianfan, when all men in the world could not refuse Murong Mingyuan's主动 invitation, rejected her!
This caused Murong Mingyuan to feel an indescribable sense of frustration.
The unwillingness she felt when she actively invited Li Qianfan had long since vanished.
"You are beautiful, and you are very feminine."
Li Qianfan paused, then said, "There isn't a man who can refuse your invitation."
Murong Mingyuan was even more puzzled, "Then why don't you want me?"
"We'll talk when you are willing from the heart."
Li Qianfan smiled, playfully squeezed her cheek, and said, "Let's go, back to rest."
Murong Mingyuan mistakenly thought she understood.
She did not know that Li Qianfan did not touch her, not only because he saw her inner reluctance but also because she had an "anti-bone" growing on the back of her head.
When they returned to the RV, Jiao Yin, with a swollen face, was curled up on the sofa and had already fallen asleep.
Poor child—
Li Qianfan, with his pure heart, shook his head inwardly and turned off the lights.
Soon, he fell asleep.
Women began to appear in his dreams, like a revolving lantern.
Zi Yu's wife, Sister Hong Ti, Boss Mu Tou Mei, Lace Ziyan Su Mao Mao, Little Sister Mu Tou Chong Er Fei, Murong Mingyuan Jiao Mei Nu, Guanyin girl Chu Ya Zhi.
Wait!
How could I dream of the venomous Guanyin?
As Li Qianfan shivered, he suddenly opened his eyes.
He realized it was morning.
His action of slapping Jiao Yin last night had also brought retribution.
He had a fever.
A high fever of 39.8 degrees Celsius.
This retribution caused Li Qianfan and his party to have to make a temporary stop upon arriving in the small town of Ras.
Li Qianfan was feverish and delirious, rambling incoherently all day.
Li Xingtang came to visit, sighed, and left.
Before leaving, Li Xingtang cast a displeased glance at Jiao Yin!
He already knew why the young master had a fever.
If Jiao Yin had "endured it silently" last night, the young master would not have sat alone on the slope, arms open, welcoming the blizzard for so long.
What use is a woman who cannot provide attentive service to Young Master Li?!
Jiao Yin also knew she had "caused trouble," and she kept her head down, kneeling by the sofa bed, massaging Li Qianfan's shoulders and legs, not even eating dinner.
Conversely, Murong Mingyuan, with a clear conscience, strolled around the RV.
At eight o'clock in the evening.
As Li Qianfan's temperature rose to 41 degrees, his face flushed but his body trembled, Li Xingtang personally carried him to a resident's house in the town.
The power of money was sometimes infinite.
When Li Xingtang threw enough money, the family of five who originally lived there, without a word, left their home at the fastest speed.
The heating system in the RV was hot air.
This place had a fireplace.
The same kind of heating, but the blazing flames were far more comforting than hot air.
The best doctor in town arrived.
It was of no use.
Because Li Qianfan himself was a divine physician and knew his condition better than anyone: it was an invasion of evil wind.
In his delirium, he refused the doctor's IV drip, forcing himself to sit up and ask for some meat broth to replenish his strength.
Even though he had no appetite, he knew that to recover, he had to eat.
Clatter—
Ah!
With the sound of tableware falling, came Jiao Yin's scream.
As Li Qianfan, who had just sat on the edge of the bed with Murong Mingyuan's support, weakly opened his eyes to look at the doorway, he heard a "pa" sound of a slap.
Li Xingtang and two girls appeared at the doorway.
These two girls were none other than Zhāixing and Zhāiyuè, two of Li Qianfan's personal "Four Beauties."
They were originally Li Qianfan's hidden assets, arranged to be on the outside.
They would not reveal themselves unless it was absolutely necessary.
Upon receiving Li Xingtang's call and learning that the young master had a fever of forty degrees due to Jiao Yin's refusal, Zhāixing and Zhāiyuè could no longer bother with their mission. They immediately braved the snow and rushed over at top speed to personally attend to the young master.
By chance, they encountered Jiao Yin holding a bowl of soup, about to feed Li Qianfan.
Zhāiyuè, who had a somewhat fiery temper, upon learning that this woman was the culprit behind the young master's high fever, immediately slapped her hard across the face.
As Jiao Yin's mouth bled from the slap and she hit the door heavily, Li Zhāixing also sternly cursed, "Get out! You bitch!"
Zhāiyuè rushed to the bedside, knelt, and held Li Qianfan's hand, her eyes glistening with tears. "Young Master! How did you become like this? I told you back then not to personally go west! I suspected you were instigated by that bitch to go west! But you wouldn't listen."
"Zhāiyuè—"
Although Zhāiyuè was heartbroken and crying upon seeing him so feverish, Li Qianfan was immediately displeased when he saw her slap Jiao Yin and then openly claimed that Jiao Yin had instigated him to go west.
He wanted to reprimand Zhāiyuè, but he could only cough violently.
Zhāiyuè seized the opportunity, got up, pulled Murong Mingyuan aside, and cradled Li Qianfan in her arms, gently patting his chest.
"Why are you shedding crocodile tears? Such a hypocritical bitch!"
Li Zhāixing stood at the doorway, sternly cursing Jiao Yin, who stood there with her head bowed, covering her face, and weeping silently. "Get out! Get out of here right now."
After they appeared, Jiao Yin realized that Li Qianfan had made extensive arrangements in secret beforehand.
She also guessed that these two girls, who looked extraordinary, might be from Kunlun's Flaming Valley.
Although they were Li Qianfan's personal attendants, the aura they displayed when slapping Jiao Yin and telling her to get out was that of masters treating servants.
"They are the ones Li Qianfan truly trusts unconditionally!"
After Jiao Yin understood all this, her gaze towards Li Qianfan was filled with fear and grievance.
To be honest—
Li Qianfan's high fever due to the evil wind invasion last night was his own doing.
After all, anyone would be unable to withstand such intense exertion as Jiao Yin.
But the urgently arriving Zhāixing and her sister did not care about these things.
They only knew that it was Jiao Yin's failure to "fulfill her duties" that caused the young master to fall ill.
She deserved a beating!
Jiao Yin hoped that Li Qianfan would speak a word of justice for her.
Li Qianfan was still coughing uncontrollably, his face flushed red, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.
"Young Master, you must rest well now."
Zhāiyuè simply cradled his head in her arms, patting his back gently like a mother comforting a child to sleep, and softly coaxed him.
Gradually, Li Qianfan actually fell asleep.
With the cessation of his heart-wrenching coughing, Li Xingtang, standing at the doorway, breathed a long sigh of relief.
Half an hour later.
Zhāixing, after driving Murong Mingyuan out of the warm room as well, came into the living room with a weary face.
Li Xingtang, Jiao Yin, and Murong Mingyuan, who were sitting silently on the sofa, immediately stood up.
"Jiao Yin, is it?"
Zhāixing took out a mobile phone and threw it into her arms, saying coldly, "When it's dawn, get out yourself. From now on, don't appear by my young master's side again! Otherwise, I will kill you."
Huh?
Jiao Yin instinctively raised her hand to cover the phone in her embrace, her face filled with bewilderment.
"Don't you understand human language?"
Li Zhāixing, her face full of disgust, took out another mobile phone and handed it to Murong Mingyuan.
Her tone was noticeably gentler when she spoke again, "Murong, this is your phone. Your mission to accompany our young master has ended, just like that bitch's. Tomorrow morning, someone will escort you both back to your country."