"Bitch, you are lucky to be a fool's wife!"
In the winter of 1976, Qiao Nian was woken up by her brother in the pig trough. With a fierce look in her eyes, she jumped up and bit off half of his ear. She took advantage of the chaos and ran into the wind and snow, breaking into the heavily guarded single dormitory in the military area.
It was hot in the room, and the man was naked from the waist up, with a long and scary scar on his back.
"Who?" Shen Che turned around, his face cold.
Qiao Nian knelt on the ground, her soaked clothes clinging to her curves. She cried so hard: "Chief... I am your long-lost fiancée. My father said you had a gunshot wound in your chest."
Shen Che approached with a sneer, unbuttoned her buttons to reveal the old wound on her heart, and pressed her against the corner.
"You're right. Since you're here, let's get married."
He reached out and pinched her chin, his hot breath fell on her ears, his voice was hoarse and dark: "It's just that if you fall into the hands of me, the 'King of Hell', have you figured out how to repay your debt, you little liar?"
