Cherry Blossoms Falling

The village girl who was close to death from illness was about to marry, and her suitor was a strong and hearty hunter.
Having time-traveled to a poor and backward mountain village, she had resigned herself to the lack of three square meals a day, but was her new body already halfway into the grave? What's more curious was that someone still wanted to marry her despite being on her deathbed?
Driven by curiosity, she went ahead with the marriage, eager to see who the unlucky sap was who'd lose his betrothal gifts and even the coffin money.
Cradled in his arms, her body was thin as a rake, and she really wanted to ask him, "Husband, does holding me hurt your hands?"

The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

This might well be a bone-chilling conspiracy of fratricide.


The night breeze was refreshing, sneaking in through the cracks of the window that had not been closed tightly, blowing on the face, feeling doubly comfortable, and reviving the spirits a great deal.


He would occasionally caress her body, all the while restraining that raging desire.


Even when they were discussing serious matters, it was the same.


"When we were in the ancient tomb, he always slept in a coffin, took his medicine, and was very quiet. Probably to prevent me from escaping, that savage uncle often tossed me into the coffin and covered the lid," she said.


His hand caressing her back suddenly tightened, pinching her a bit painfully.


She straightened her back and her body shrank a bit.


Feeling her body retract immediately, he apologized in a low voice, "Oh, I pinched too hard, please continue."


Chapter 427: Come Clean