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

On the cramped single bed, Jiang Yu kicked aside the cumbersome silk skirt and turned over.

The inferior spring made a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

The aroma, a blend of afternoon roses and warm milk, gradually spread with her movements, slowly permeating the entire room.

Huo Li leaned against the tin wardrobe.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

This woman is definitely not wearing perfume.

It didn't smell like this when I first got to the repair shop.

Now, however, she resembles a bewitching demon, emanating a seductive poisonous aura from this dilapidated house.

"It's so hot!"

Jiang Yu sat up from the bed and casually tossed her long, seaweed-like hair.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on her fair skin, the sticky sensation making her extremely irritable.

She looked up at Huo Li and said, "I want to take a shower."

"Turn right after you go out, it's a public bathhouse. Five yuan per person." Huo Li took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth but didn't light it.

"I'm going to wash here," Jiang Yu said matter-of-factly.

Huo Li scoffed, "This is a shared apartment. The toilet and bathroom are connected, in the living room. The shower is right next to the squat toilet. Do you even understand, Miss?"

Jiang Yu didn't even frown.

To survive, she would do anything, even roll around in the mud, let alone squat by the pit.

She deftly opened her Hermès bag and pulled out a silk robe and several expensive toiletries in travel-sized bottles.

"lead the way."

She walked barefoot to the door.

Huo Li took the cigarette out of his mouth and rubbed the cigarette handle between his fingers.

He stared at her feet as they trod on the rough cement floor.

Her toes were round and pink, and her nails were clean and beautiful, which seemed out of place amidst the dust on the ground.

"Put on your shoes." A commanding tone.

"My high heels are stained with engine oil, they're dirty."

Huo Li, his face dark, turned around and pulled out a pair of oversized black plastic slippers from under the bed, kicking them in front of her.

"Put it on. Don't blame me if you get athlete's foot."

Jiang Yu chuckled to herself. This rough man was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

She obediently slipped her feet into the pair of slippers that were as big as boats.

The edges of the slippers even had scorch marks from being burned by cigarette butts.

Huo Li turned the door lock.

As soon as the door opened, a humid, hot draft blew in.

"Brother Huo, what a coincidence."

In the living room, Lin Wen was standing in front of the refrigerator, holding a bottle of ice water.

The eyes behind the glasses seemed casual, but their gaze was precisely fixed on Jiang Yu.

The silk slip dress clung to her alluring curves, and she held a robe in her hand. The ill-fitting slippers only accentuated her slender and delicate calves.

Lin Wen's breathing became heavy for a moment.

"Miss Jiang, are you going to take a shower?" Lin Wen walked over with a water bottle, his smile gentle and refined. "The bathroom light switch isn't very sensitive, and the water pipes are a bit old. Would you like me to...?"

"Bang."

Huo Li closed the door behind him, his tall figure standing between the two of them.

He abruptly cut off Lin Wen's words.

"If I take a dump, are you going to follow me in and hand me the toilet paper?"

Huo Li had a rough, hoarse voice and extremely fierce eyes.

He stared intently at the annoying fly in front of him.

Lin Wen's face turned pale and then red, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the water bottle bulged.

"Brother Huo is joking. I'm just worried that Miss Jiang won't be used to it." Lin Wen gritted his teeth.

No need to worry.

Huo Li turned around, his gaze sweeping over the silk robe in Jiang Yu's hand, his brows furrowing even more.

"Stay here and don't move."

He left those words behind and strode into the bathroom with its blackened door.

Soon, the sound of water could be heard from inside.

Lin Wen stood still, staring at Jiang Yu with a sticky look in his eyes.

"Miss Jiang, this place is very chaotic. Huo Li is a boorish man who doesn't know how to cherish women. If you've been wronged, you can come to me." He lowered his voice.

Jiang Yu didn't even glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

Huo Li came out. He was holding a clean red plastic bucket, which he handed to Jiang Yu.

"The showerhead is broken, and it's spraying muddy water." Huo Li's voice was stiff. "The bucket has been washed, the water is clean."

Jiang Yu took the red bucket that was still dripping with water.

My fingertips brushed against his rough palms unintentionally.

[Lifespan +1 hour! Current remaining lifespan: 7 days and 1 hour!]

Comfortable.

"Thank you." Jiang Yu blinked at him, her voice sweet and soft.

She grabbed the bucket and clothes and slipped into the bathroom.

Click.

The door lock clicked shut.

The bathroom was extremely cramped.

A squat toilet covered in yellow grime, and a rusty faucet.

The air was filled with a lingering musty smell.

Jiang Yu kept her mouth shut, suppressing the urge to vomit.

Outside.

Huo Li did not return to his room.

He pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette with a "ding".

A bluish-white smoke rose, blurring his cold, hard features.

He just leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door with such an imposing air.

Seeing this, Lin Wen snorted coldly and turned to go back to his room.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

Inferior wooden doors offer no sound insulation whatsoever.

The sound of water washing over his skin reached Huo Li's ears with exceptional clarity.

The delicate fragrance of roses mixed with milk that had been in the room seemed to have penetrated the door and drifted out bit by bit through the crack.

Huo Li took a deep drag on his cigarette.

A strange dryness rose in my chest.

He stared at the mottled wall opposite him, his mind filled with the image of the 100,000 yuan she had smashed on the hood of his car, and her self-righteous words, "I'll take care of you."

Where did this crazy woman come from?

Just then.

"what!"

A short gasp came from the bathroom.

Then came the dull thud of the plastic bucket hitting the ground.

Huo Li paused.

"What's wrong?" He slammed his hand on the door.

The only sound inside was a faint hissing sound.

"Speak!" Huo Li increased the force, and the veins on his wrist bulged.

"No...it's nothing." Jiang Yu's voice was trembling with tears. "The faucet switch broke...I cut my hand."

Huo Li tightened his grip on the cigarette between his fingers.

"come out."

"I got face wash in my eyes, I can't open them..." The person inside was extremely aggrieved. "The floor is slippery, I'm afraid to move."

Hold.

Huo Li threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out.

"Step back. Don't stick to the door."

He let out a low growl.

He took a half step back. His long leg suddenly lifted up.

boom!

He kicked open the cheap wooden door.

The door lock broke, and screws fell all over the floor.

Huo Li strode in.

A mixture of moisture and fragrance wafted towards us.

Jiang Yu stood in the corner.

The silk robe was only half-draped, leaving large expanses of her snow-white shoulders and neck completely exposed.

The red plastic bucket overturned, spilling water all over the ground.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, with water droplets clinging to her eyelashes and her eyes reddening at the corners.

On his right arm, which he was covering with his left hand, a three-centimeter-long gash had been cut by a piece of rusty iron, and bright red blood was gushing out.

Huo Li looked away and took two steps over.

The fragrance was so strong in the small space that it almost overwhelmed him.

He grabbed her slender wrist with his large hand and pulled it away.

"Pretentious." Huo Li gritted his teeth.

He swiftly pulled down a dry towel hanging nearby and pressed it directly onto her wound.

"It hurts..." Jiang Yu leaned forward and slumped into his arms.

Underneath the towel, Huo Li's palms were frighteningly hot.

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Jiang Yu couldn't help but smile.

She closed her eyes, buried her face in his burning chest, and rubbed against him.

"Huo Li, my eyes hurt too," she said softly and coquettishly.

Huo Li's muscles tensed up.

The softness in his arms and that irresistible fragrance were madly challenging the self-control he had been so proud of for over twenty years.

He looked down at the fox spirit in his arms, who seemed oblivious to his impending doom.

"Jiang Yu." He called her by her full name, his voice hoarse as if he had grit in his mouth.

"What?" She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I am not a saint."

Huo Li grabbed her chin with his large hand, his thumb dangerously brushing against her rosy lips.

"You dare to rub against me again and see what happens?"