The Rough Hunter's Little Lucky Wife

Yue Jiaojiao was led by Zhao Zhan to stand up and face him. Then, Zhao Zhan pulled her into his arms and wrapped Yue Jiaojiao tightly in his outer robe.

Zhao Zhan was very tall.

Yue Jiaojiao’s head was just above his chin.

With the continuous sound of the rain, the curtain of rain outside isolated everything. Yue Jiaojiao’s entire body was wrapped in Zhao Zhan’s aura. Listening to his rapid heartbeat, Yue Jiaojiao could not help but lean against his chest and chuckled. “Zhao Zhan, your heartbeat is disturbing me.”

Zhao Zhan’s heart was beating even faster from this, and his body temperature was gradually rising.

Yue Jiaojiao, who was still a little cold, felt as if she was being roasted by a warm stove. Her arms naturally wrapped around Zhao Zhan’s waist, and the two of them were now very physically intimate with each other.

“Zhao Zhan, it’s warmer like this than in the room. I don’t want to go in.”

“Jiaojiao...”

Zhao Zhan’s low groan came to an abrupt end. f𝑟𝑒ewe𝚋𝚗૦𝐯e𝘭.c𝗼𝓂

He stood stiffly on the spot, not knowing where to place his hands and feet. He could only wrap his clothes tightly instinctively, afraid that the heart in his arms would feel cold.

He tightened his grip, and Yue Jiaojiao, who was in his arms, snorted. She poked him lightly with her fingertips and said, “Let go, you’re hurting me.”

Zhao Zhan loosened his arms in a panic, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

It was as if he had lost his mind. He was so stunned that he didn’t know what had happened to him. Every part of his body was reacting on its own, completely out of his control. f𝘳ℯℯ𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧oν𝑒Ɩ.c𝑜𝙢

Yet, he did not know how to control it at all.

He only felt that she was really soft. She was softer than cotton in his arms. He wondered if they were softer than the clouds in the sky.

A loud strike woke Zhao Zhan’s daze. He immediately covered Yue Jiaojiao’s ears and looked toward the source of the sound. In this heavy rain, more than half of the thatched house had collapsed, and the roof of the room Yue Jiaojiao was resting in had collapsed beyond recognition.

Zhao Zhan felt extremely lucky.

Good thing Jiaojiao said she did not want to go in.

If she were to be crushed by the roof, just thinking about it would make Zhao Zhan feel like he would go crazy.

He patted Yue Jiaojiao’s back and looked down at her as if he was coaxing a child. His voice was unbelievably soft. “Are you scared?”

Yue Jiaojiao shook her head. “This thatched cottage really can’t contain my good fortune. It’s considered to have done well to last until now.”

Zhao Zhan subconsciously raised the corner of his lips.

He never smiled, and Yue Jiaojiao caught this smile. Her soft little hand touched the corner of his lips and pressed it, her fingertips caressing his face. “Zhao Zhan, you’re so cute when you smile. Now that the house has collapsed, how are you going to settle me down? I’m not going to stay there.”

It was still raining, so there was no way to repair it. However, no matter where they went, Zhao Zhan felt that he was not worthy of Jiaojiao.

“Zhao Zhan, you must have a secret base on the mountain, right?”

Zhao Zhan thought of the messy cave on the mountain and could not help but feel sorry for her. “Jiaojiao, it’s not comfortable to stay in the cave. I’ll take you to the inn in town and get you the best room.”

“The rain won’t stop. Isn’t it much faster to go to the cave from here than to the town?” Yue Jiaojiao raised her head and stroked Zhao Zhan’s chin. “Have you forgotten what I already know?”

Zhao Zhan no longer hesitated.

When the rain stopped, he would immediately send her to town.

Afraid that the shed they were standing on would also collapse later, Zhao Zhan braved the rain and ran to the ruins. He pulled out a large piece of oil paper from somewhere and folded it into a few layers. Then, just like before, he first hugged Yue Jiaojiao to his chest and covered her hair with the oilpaper. He was afraid that even a little bit of rain would fall on her. When it worked, only then did he run up the mountain.