He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 111 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and a thin mist shrouded the dense mountain forest, making it mysterious and eerie.

Wearing a straw hat and carrying a long stick, Wen Yan poked at the clump of tender grass in front of her to make sure there was no danger before heading deeper into the mountains.

She moved carefully, having heard from the villagers that wild boars often roamed the mountains, and that even ten of them wouldn't be enough to bump into one.

Wen Yan rubbed the goosebumps on her forearm, feeling a little uneasy. Could her luck really be that bad?

There was no other way. I've been in this world for over a month, and apart from the time I saw Shen Que once when the team sent someone to pick up the educated youths when I first went to the countryside, I haven't been able to run into him for the past month.

She can't even meet anyone; is she putting on a one-woman show?

Take a gamble.

Wen Yan mustered her courage and took a few more steps forward. The mud, soaked with rainwater, was slippery, and with each step, her feet and shoes sank deep into the mud, feeling sticky and sticky.

A man's low growl came from beside him: "Don't move!"

This voice——

Wen Yan turned her head and looked into a pair of dark eyes. The fierce and murderous aura in those eyes made her shudder uncontrollably.

The man held a machete in one hand, the rainwater sliding down the blade, making it gleam coldly.

This person is—Shen Que?!

She was already scared, and Shen Que's fright made her tremble even more. She didn't dare to turn her eyes or put her raised foot down.

Don't look at your feet.

Shen Que said in a cold voice.

That's just how people are; the more you forbid them from seeing something, the more they want to see it.

Wen Yan looked down in confusion and met a pair of deep green snake eyes. The snake was still flicking its tongue, and its crimson forked tongue was sweeping back and forth on her calf.

She could even hear the hissing sound of tongues sticking out and feel the chill on her calves.

Her scalp tingled, and she screamed uncontrollably, falling to the ground. The snake was startled and bit her in its panic.

The sharp teeth pierced her flesh, causing Wen Yan to gasp in pain and tears to fall uncontrollably.

Shen Que's face darkened, his black face resembling a demon god, frightening Wen Yan so much that she could only cover her mouth, her shoulders trembling as she suppressed a soft sob.

With lightning speed, he grabbed the snake by its neck, tossed it into the black bag he carried with him, tied a tight knot, and didn't utter a single word throughout.

After he finished doing everything, he looked at Wen Yan, who was still crying softly.

The girl on the ground was wearing a polyester shirt, with a side-braided pigtail hanging down her chest. She loosened her hand from her mouth, her small face covered with tears and filled with fear, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears.

He knew this person; he was a newly arrived educated youth, and his name seemed to be Wen Yan. He had met him once before.

The perilous situation did not diminish Wen Yan's beauty in the slightest; on the contrary, it added to her pitiful charm.

His gaze drifted down, intending to check her injured leg, but unexpectedly revealed her slender curves in full view.

Shen Que abruptly looked away, quickly straightened up from his half-squatting position, and pulled a cloth from his basket to cover herbs, tossing it to Wen Yan: "Cover it up."

Wen Yan pinched the white cloth, which was covered in mud and very dirty.

She hesitated for a moment, then held it between her legs to shield her chest.

"Get up and go."

After Shen Que finished speaking, he walked forward on his own. After taking a few steps, he did not hear any movement behind him. He frowned and turned around, only to see Wen Yan still sitting there, her face pale.

"This snake is not poisonous."

“…Hmm…” Wen Yan did not get up, but nodded slightly, her body still trembling and her eyes filled with fear.

Afraid of him?

Shen Que gave a self-deprecating twitch of his lips. "That's right," he thought, "who isn't afraid of a mad dog that bites?"

After thinking it over, he turned around and left alone.

"Shen Que, wait a minute!" Wen Yan called out hurriedly.

Shen Que turned to look at her, his expression impatient, his murderous aura uncontrollable.

what happened again?

Wen Yan swallowed hard, wondering if calling out to him was a mistake, but since she had already done it, she could only grit her teeth and continue.

"Could you... help me up?"

It wasn't that she was a coward, but that Shen Que was too scary.

The tall man was at least a head taller than her, holding a knife in his right hand and constantly turning over a black bag in his left.

He looked unhappy, his brows were furrowed, and his face was dark. Wen Yan even wondered if he might stab her at any moment.

Shen Que was somewhat surprised: "You can't stand up?"

He clearly remembered that the snake was not poisonous.

Wen Yan said awkwardly, "My legs went weak."

Shen Que remained silent, not expecting this reason. Then he realized that she was an educated youth from the city, so it was understandable that she was a little spoiled.

He threw the knife and snake in his hand into the basket, walked over, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up.

Wen Yan's legs were as weak as dough, and she barely managed to stand by grabbing his arm. She looked helplessly at her still bleeding legs.

She really didn't know how to handle it.

But she glanced at Shen Que secretly, and he seemed to be thinking something, his eyes even more frightening.

She gave up the idea of ​​asking him for help.

If it's not poisonous, we should have enough time to deal with it when we get back, right?

Shen Que stared at her hand that was gripping his, his expression unreadable.

Her pale fingertips pinched his muscles, a stark contrast to his wheat-colored skin; her hands were soft and unlike theirs.

She really is a pampered young lady from the city.

Perhaps his gaze was too obvious, because Wen Yan noticed it. She let go and tried to walk on her own, but found that her legs were still numb and she couldn't stand up at all.

She gripped the side of his shirt to steady herself, then tentatively asked, "Can I help you?"

"what ever."

Shen Que turned his gaze away and said indifferently.

If you don't refuse, that means you agree.

Wen Yan felt perfectly at ease and rode slowly with her.

Unexpectedly, Shen Que suddenly stopped, grasped her ankle, and squeezed the blood out with both hands until the blood color returned to normal before tearing off a strip of white cloth and wrapping it around her ankle.

"Remember to take care of it when you get back."

After saying that, he helped her continue walking.

The slippery mud seeped into her canvas shoes, making them sticky and difficult to walk in, causing her to unconsciously slow down.

Shen Que looked up at the sky. It was getting late, and if he dawdled any longer, he would miss dinner.

"excuse me."

He bent down, picked up Wen Yan, and walked down the mountain step by step, his steps quick and steady.

Wen Yan stared at his chin and suddenly felt that he seemed like a decent person, not as terrifying as the villagers had described.

The rain intensified, and water seeped into my eyes, making them sting and watery. Large raindrops pelted my fair cheeks, stinging and burning.

Wen Yan loosened her arms around his neck, carefully pulled the white cloth she was holding, and lifted it up to barely cover her face, but her slender waist was exposed.

A small, pale white section, quite dazzling.

Shen Que glanced at it and then looked away.

He changed his position, holding her with one arm and letting her sit on his left arm. Then he tugged at the white cloth, letting her hold it in front of her, and helped her put on her straw hat.

"Tighten your clothes yourself."

Shen Que stared straight ahead, his voice stiff and cold.

Wen Yan blushed and silently adjusted the clothes around her waist.

The rain was heavy, and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves filled the woods.

Wen Yan carefully pinched the fabric of Shen Que's clothes on his shoulder, leaned over, and put a corner of the straw hat over his head, wanting to shield him from the rain.

Shen Que tilted his head to avoid the straw hat that was covering him, feeling very uncomfortable with the faint fragrance of the woman's body wafting from his nose.

"Don't come any closer," Shen Que's voice grew even colder. "Just take care of yourself."

Wen Yan stopped moving, thinking he was disgusted, and quietly moved a little further away.

Shen Que deliberately took a deserted path and carried her all the way to the educated youth settlement.

It was lunchtime, and wisps of white smoke were rising from the educated youth settlement.

After Shen Que left the person nearby, he tried to leave, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.