Her Slender Waist Has the Rough-Hewn Big Shot Begging for More

Su Su is a top modern perfumer with a miraculous “Hand of God” that can intoxicate anyone. One day, she wakes up in the 1970s as a pitiful beauty who has been framed by her stepmother and sent to the countryside.

A living hell from the start? No problem. She has a portable fragrance space, and that terrifying man is there to protect her.

At the educated youth settlement on the northwestern frontier, everyone knows one saying: “Better to provoke the King of Hell than Xiao Ye.”

The man with a bad family background stands six foot three, all bulging muscles, and has a glare fierce enough to silence a crying child. He's notorious in the village as a troublemaker and good-for-nothing.

Everyone is waiting to see the delicate Su Su frightened to tears by this rough brute, or tormented by his calloused hands until she wishes she were dead.

Until one day, someone sees

Behind a towering haystack, the arrogant, fearsome brute has Su Su pinned against an earthen wall, looking ready to devour her.

His eyes are bloodshot at the corners, the veins at his temples bulging. His rough, calloused hands grip the woman's slender waist, and his voice is hoarse, as if full of sand, barely containing his restraint and madness:

“Su Su, you're the one who provoked me...”

“Smile at another man again, and I'll kiss those legs of yours until they're weak!”

And the little beauty who usually seems so fragile has red-rimmed eyes. Her trembling fingertips hook the edge of the man's belt, and her voice is soft and tearful:

“Brother Xiao Ye, be gentle... It hurts.”