Yin Heng was surprisingly generous and said, "Then go ahead and kiss me."
He was about to lose his life anyway, so why would he care about this.
At this moment, Meng Wu had already taken a bite of the core, spat out the residue, and then lowered her head, pinching Yin Heng's chin. He cooperated and opened his mouth.
Meng Wu transferred the fresh, sweet juice into his mouth, drop by drop.
In an instant, the long-parched Yin Heng felt as if he had touched the fountain of life, involuntarily moving his Adam's apple as he drew that sweetness from her mouth.
He hadn't expected her lips to be so soft; Yin Heng sucked and pressed her lips over and over.
Meng Wu's brow twitched, and she pulled away in time, saying, "Hey, I'm the one taking advantage of you, not you taking advantage of me."
Actually, she wasn't the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state either. If she said she'd give him a kiss, how else could she transfer the sweet juice to him without mouth-to-mouth？
But she didn't expect this guy to turn the tables on her and eat her lips instead.
Yin Heng licked the corner of his mouth, his pale pupils actually a little enticing, as he looked at her and asked, "Is there more？"
Meng Wu said, "Behave, don't suck, and I'll give it to you."
“Okay.”
Meng Wu took another bite, spit out the pulp, then leaned down and pressed her lips to his. He swallowed it all cleanly, even licking away the sweetness from her lips.
Only after feeding him the juice from two stalks did Meng Wu stop.
Meng Wu couldn’t just drag or pull him directly—she had to figure out a way to get him out of this sorghum field.
So she broke off many sorghum stalks and tied them into a makeshift raft. She moved him onto it and dragged the raft out.
She tore a corner off his clothes, twisted it into a rope, and pulled it up front, panting heavily. Huffing for encouragement, she said, “If it weren’t for the fact that you’re not bad-looking…”
Yin Heng suddenly said, “You want to take me home？”
“What else?” Meng Wu grinned darkly. “Take you home, raise you up, and make you my child bridegroom.”
“Not afraid I’ll drag you down？”
Meng Wu said, “I’m more afraid you won’t drag me down. Best if all your enemies come knocking, wiping out that pack of demons in my house. Then I’ll only need to keep the original owner’s mother safe.”
Yin Heng said, “Then you might be disappointed. My enemies all think I’m dead for good.”
Indeed, in his current state, as long as he held his breath, anyone might think he was dead for good.
Even taking him home, Meng Wu wasn’t entirely sure she could save him.
In the middle of the day, the occasional villagers saw Meng Wu dragging back a blood-soaked man from somewhere and all steered clear.
No one knew if he was dead or alive—who would dare approach easily？
Though exhausting, in the end Meng Wu successfully dragged him into her own home.
The house was extremely poor and destitute, just a thatched hut with a simple yard fenced in with bamboo.
Before time-traveling, Meng Biao had always shared a room with her mother, and now there was no other spare room to settle him in.
As soon as Meng Biao entered the door, she heard her mother Xia coughing. When Xia's blurry eyes saw Meng Biao bringing a man covered in blood into the house, she was so frightened that she sat straight up in bed.
This morning, after he Hong forced her to drink a bowl of medicinal soup, she had been groggily sleeping until now.
Meng Biao, however, had been taken by her grandmother, he Hong, to the eldest uncle's house, waiting for Wang Xishun to come and pick her up.
So Meng Biao had escaped directly from her uncle's house by climbing out the window. Xia was so muddled with illness that she knew nothing of what her daughter had gone through.
If she had known that he Hong was going to sell her only daughter to a degenerate thug, even if she were only clinging to her last breath, she would still crawl up to fight tooth and nail.
Unfortunately, she didn't know that the original owner had already been choked to death by Wang Xishun in the sorghum field, and now there was already another soul in this body.
Xia's lips were pale, and her face was full of sickness. She said, “A Biao, what is this…”
Meng Biao said, “I picked up someone and brought him back.”
Since she was now in the original owner's body, she thought, since I'm here, I'll make the best of it. She would naturally take care of and settle the original owner's mother, and would never let those heartless bastards bully them again！
Xia used to be the daughter of a village teacher and was a very proper person who strictly followed the rules.
Men and women should not touch each other, and especially now that Meng Biao's father wasn't around, she absolutely couldn't casually bring a man into the house.
If this got out, people would be pointing fingers and cursing.
Xia said fearfully, “How can you just bring a man into the house…”
But Meng Biao didn't buy that feudal ritual stuff at all. She said, “If I left him there and didn't care, he's hurt badly and would die.”
If he died, wouldn't it be a waste of that handsome face?