After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, the fake heiress binds herself to a rough-looking man

It has a richer, more mellow rose and milk fragrance than before, with delicate notes that permeate the nose.

Even the driver in front couldn't help but keep glancing at the rearview mirror, swallowing hard as he tried to find something to say:

"Hey girl, what perfume are you wearing? It smells amazing, it completely covers up all the sweat and odor I had after driving all day."

"I smell of fragrance," Jiang Yu boasted shamelessly.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

The alleys in the urban village remain as crowded and chaotic as ever.

Jiang Yu did not go to that run-down auto repair shop.

Since Huo Li posted "I won't lock the door," he's probably going back to his shabby little house with a single bed.

The first time, you can't exactly do it in a run-down auto repair shop that smells like engine oil.

She found the shared apartment building with its peeling paint as if she knew the way well.

The motion-activated lights in the stairwell were long broken, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell.

Second floor corner.

With a creak.

The door was opened from the inside.

A murky yellow light peeked out from the crack in the door.

Lin Wen came out carrying a black plastic garbage bag.

She was wearing a wrinkled gray pajama set.

The two bumped into each other.

Lin Wen paused in his steps.

Using the light filtering through the crack in the door, the eyes behind the glasses quickly scanned Jiang Yu from head to toe.

The black, tight-fitting halter top clung tightly to her alluring curves, her chest heaving.

The exposed area of ​​her shoulders, neck, and collarbone was dazzlingly white.

Her legs were straight and long beneath her cargo shorts.

Especially the aroma of the freshly exchanged item.

It directly broke through the musty smell and sour stench of the sewer in the damp stairwell, forcefully entering Lin Wen's nasal cavity.

Lin Wen's breathing became heavier.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he took half a step forward, blocking the middle of the aisle.

"Miss Jiang? Coming to see Brother Huo so late?"

He loosened his grip, and the trash bag was carelessly tossed into the corner.

His voice was very soft, with a hint of probing.

Jiang Yu took half a step back, her back pressed against the cold wall.

"Excuse me." She didn't even want to look at the person.

Lin Wen did not allow it.

Instead, they took advantage of the situation and moved even closer.

As the distance closed, the desire in his eyes became impossible to hide.

"Brother Huo has been in a really bad mood these past few days. Even the guys at the auto repair shop got yelled at."

Lin Wen kept his head down, his gaze fixed on her pale, gleaming shoulders.

"If you go to him at this time, you're likely to suffer some grievances."

He lowered his voice, his tone becoming extremely ambiguous:

"I have some freshly bought iced juice in my room. Would Miss Jiang like to come and sit in my room for a while?"

"Take a break. Shall I go and sound out Brother Huo's opinion for you?"

That's a blunt and vulgar statement.

Behind that half-open door, the sound of his girlfriend Xu Ya coughing could still be clearly heard.

He actually dared to flirt openly in the corridor.

Jiang Yu chuckled:

"Go to your room? To listen to the symphony of your broken wooden bed banging against the wall? I dare not presume to know Mr. Lin's tastes."

The sordid things that happened that night were exposed to his face.

Lin Wen not only didn't feel embarrassed, but laughed even more lewdly.

He reached out and tried to touch Jiang Yulu's arm, which was out in the air.

"Miss Jiang's words are quite interesting. We're all adults; it's all about mutual consent..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The blackened wooden door on the right was kicked open from the inside.

"Bang!"

The inferior door panel slammed heavily against the cement wall, the rusty hinges letting out a miserable scream, and wood chips fell down in a flurry.

Huo Li stood at the door.

His tall frame completely blocked the already narrow doorway.

He wasn't wearing a vest, but a black short-sleeved T-shirt and faded gray sweatpants.

His usually messy short hair was now wet and stuck to his forehead, with water droplets dripping down his hard jawline.

It's obvious that you just rinsed your head with cold water.

The dim light in the hallway shone on his face.

Those eyes were eerily black, with uncontrollable crimson blood vessels churning in their depths.

Lin Wen's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"Brother Huo."

Lin Wenqian forced out an awkward smile and subconsciously took a step back.

"I just came out to throw out the trash and was just saying hello to Ms. Jiang."

Huo Li didn't even glance at him.

He strode out of the room with long legs, his body still damp with moisture and exuding a fierce aura.

He strode up to Jiang Yu, stretched out his large hand, and grabbed her slender wrist.

The rough calluses from years of holding a wrench clung to the incredibly delicate skin on the inside of her wrist.

It was rough and hot.

Jiang Yu gasped in pain.

Before I could even complain, I was pulled forward by a brute force and staggered.

He crashed headfirst into a hard, burning chest.

Huo Li wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her behind him.

Then he turned his head away.

He stared down at Lin Wen.

"Say hello?" Huo Li asked.

His voice was low and rough, each word slammed out.

He stared at Lin Wen's hand, which was still suspended in mid-air.

"If you have nothing better to do with your hands, I'll break them right now. Got it?"

Without any embellishment, it's the most straightforward threat.

Lin Wen's face turned deathly pale.

He didn't dare to say a word of politeness and scrambled into his room.

With a "click," he tightened the lock from the inside.

The corridor fell silent again.

Huo Li lowered his head.

The person in his arms was looking up at him with their little face.

The sweet, cloying aroma hit his nostrils directly.

It was more concentrated than ever before.

The intensity was so strong that he froze for a moment.

He could even feel the incredibly smooth skin on her waist beneath his palm.

The heat made his palms clench, and his fingers involuntarily tightened.

He closed his eyes briefly and released his grip on her waist.

"Go in," he ordered.

Jiang Yu obediently stepped into the cramped single room.

Huo Li followed him inside and closed the door behind him.

The door lock clicked shut, making a clear clicking sound in the room, which was less than ten square meters.

The main lights were not on inside.

Only the old lamp on the bedside table was lit, casting a dim, yellowish light.

"Didn't you say you'd wait for me at the repair shop?"

Jiang Yu turned around, leaning against the yellowed wall, and asked the question knowing the answer already.

"It's hot in the factory," Huo Li replied with three words.

He walked over and sat down on the creaky single bed.

Two long legs spread apart, elbows resting on knees.

With his head down, he pulled a flattened cigarette pack from his pocket.

The lighter flame shot up.

He lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took a puff.

A bluish-white mist drifted between the two, blurring his cold, hard features.

Jiang Yu didn't move.

She just stood there staring at him.

This man is behaving very strangely today.

"I'll be in the garage this afternoon," Huo Li said, a cigarette between his fingers, without looking at her.

His gaze was fixed on the scratched concrete floor. "Who is that man?"

This is to settle the score.

Jiang Yu's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be open and honest, even showing a hint of spoiled grievance.

"My brother," she answered crisply.

Huo Li raised his head.

I looked at her through the lingering smoke.

"My own brother?"

"Dream on, I don't have that kind of precious life."

Jiang Yu scoffed lightly, took two steps forward, and stopped right next to his legs.

His calf rubbed against his knee, intentionally or unintentionally.