Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan realized that she had been tricked and knew that there was no way to fool him, so she simply turned around and ran back, shouting for help as she ran. She just thought in her heart that he was just a child, and even if they really fought, she might not lose completely.

But she overlooked one point. After all, the child was more agile and ran like a cheetah. He ran behind her effortlessly. At the same time, he did not intend to fight with her. Instead, he did not give her any chance to resist and stretched out his hands to push her shoulders hard.

Anan fell forward and instantly fell into the cold pond. She felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing her body, and even her breathing stopped. She was not good at swimming, and had never experienced falling into such a cold pond.

The moonlight shone on the water, casting mottled shadows. She couldn't open her eyes, nor could she breathe. She could only struggle in panic, without any method, and in a panic. But all her struggles seemed to be a trap that she couldn't escape. She fell deeper and deeper...

A dark shadow broke through the suffocation, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up from despair.

Anan, who had survived the disaster, was breathing heavily. He looked up and saw his chin covered with stubble. He felt relieved and lay limply on his chest.

He picked her up and carried her sideways, walking out of the pond step by step.

The boy had already run away and disappeared, leaving only the dry grass swaying slightly. Jiuling followed the sound and chased after him.

Anan's lips were purple and he was shivering in his arms. Even though there was clothing between them, his whole body was burning hot like a small stove, making him an excellent source of warmth. He stretched out his arms without hesitation and held his neck tightly, pressing his icy face against his, trying to get some warmth.

Seeing that her face was red from the cold and her clothes were soaked, he carried her to a nearby place to sit. As soon as he lit the fire, she came over again and immediately started to unbutton her clothes.

He was stunned, but he quickly grabbed her hand and asked helplessly, "What are you doing?"

Anan pointed to the fire and said with trembling lips: "Dry the wet clothes."

"You're all wet, how can you roast it?" He couldn't help but roll his eyes in anger. Did this girl want to take off all her clothes?

"I've been wearing wet clothes all this time?" Anan laughed angrily, "It'll kill you!"

What a fool this guy is. Is the so-called difference between men and women more important than life?

"Jiuling has gone back to get clothes for you. Just stay here quietly." He threw a handful of dead branches into the fire, and seeing that she was angry, he took off his outer robe and threw it directly on her head.

Anan wrapped himself in his large robe, but he was still freezing cold and sneezed several times.

He said nothing, just stared at the fire and silently added wood to it.

The fire grew stronger and stronger.

After a while, Jiuling really brought a set of light red clothes. Compared with the coarse cloth clothes worn by everyone in the village, this dress was made of a rare silk fabric. It was not only exceptionally soft, but also very novel in style.

Anan glanced at him unconsciously.

Jiu Ling said at the right moment: "This is the change of clothes that Aunt Yu prepared for Madam Chen. Madam Chen hasn't worn them yet! Young lady, please change quickly."

"Has the person been caught?" He dusted off his hands and asked.

Jiu Ling was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded: "I will go and interrogate him right away!"

Before he finished speaking, the person had already walked away.

He stood up, without looking at her, and said to himself, "I'll go get some more firewood."

After saying that, he ran away and disappeared without a trace.