Suddenly, the girl spotted Xiao Chen lying amid the wild grass and froze.
She hurriedly set down her bamboo basket and ran over to check on him. When she saw Xiao Chen's face clearly, her eyes lit up, and a blush flashed across her pretty cheeks!
What a handsome young man!
He looked like someone stepped out of a painting.
But she soon noticed that the young man before her was pale, with not a trace of color in his lips. His body was covered in wounds, as if he had just gone through a brutal slaughter and suffered grievous injuries.
Anxiousness flashed through her eyes. Judging by his condition, if she did not find a way to bring him back to the village for treatment quickly, his life might be in danger.
But although Xiao Chen was well-built and not fat, there was no way a frail girl like her could carry him!
This was the middle of nowhere. Even if she called for help, no one would hear her!
The girl was frantic!
Just then, a burly young man nearly six feet three inches tall, dressed in beast-hide clothing, walked over.
"Eh, Moli, what a coincidence. We meet again!"
The burly young man grinned, but his eyes kept sweeping over Moli's curvaceous, delicate figure, his gaze brimming with desire.
"Xu Erzhu, what are you doing here?"
Moli was startled for a moment, then delight appeared on her face. She hurriedly pointed at Xiao Chen in the grass. "Quick, help save him! Someone has fainted!"
Xu Erzhu followed her finger and saw that there really was someone lying in the grass—and an exceptionally handsome man at that.
His expression immediately darkened.
He had coveted Moli for a long time, but she had never given him so much as a