great-warnovel Chapter 97 Tuoba Yu Leaves! Gentleness is the Most Deadly: Your hands are meant to be cherished too…
Chapter 97 Tuoba Yu Leaves! Gentleness is the Most Deadly: Your hands are meant to be cherished too…
At the entrance of Langya Village, the cold wind howled, carrying ice shards.
Tuoba Yuqi rode on that tall horse, followed by several remnants of his army and a cart full of empty supply crates (they had all their money swindled away).
She turned around and took one last look at the Cloud Top Apartments, which stood like a giant beast amidst the wind and snow.
And there were those few menacing figures standing at the village entrance to see them off.
The eldest brother, Qin Lie, stood with his arms crossed, like a door god; the second brother, Qin Mo, pushed up his glasses and smiled sinisterly; the fourth brother, Qin Yue, was still fiddling with the abacus, seemingly calculating whether he could pry off the iron from her horseshoe and sell it for money...
"Those bandits!"
Tuoba Yu gritted his teeth, half of his face still twitching slightly (the seventh brother's poison hadn't completely worn off), and swore in his heart:
If she ever sets foot in Wolf Fang Village again in this lifetime, she'll be a dog!
"drive!"
She pulled on the reins, about to spur her horse into a gallop and escape this nightmare.
"General Tuoba, please wait."
A soft, sweet sound, clearly audible even in the howling north wind, drifted over.
Tuoba Yu froze, nearly falling off his horse.
It's that woman again!
She turned her head stiffly.
Amidst the wind and snow, Su Wan, holding a red plum blossom oil-paper umbrella, slowly walked over with Qin Lie's support.
The fur around her neck was the fox fur that Qin Yue had made from the ten thousand taels of gold that Tuoba Yu had given her last night.
Her delicate, fair face was framed by snow-white fox fur, which made her skin appear even whiter than snow and her features even more exquisite.
That fox fur coat... it definitely looked better on her than hanging on her stiff leather armor.
It was so beautiful that Tuoba Yu wanted to cry.
"What else do you want?" Tuoba Yu gripped the whip warily. "We've given you the money, we've given you the hide, do you want my life too?!"
Su Wan walked to the front of the horse and looked up.
Those bright, almond-shaped eyes curved into crescent moons, and her smile was utterly harmless.
"General, you have misunderstood."
"You are the guest, and I am the host. Since the guest is leaving, how can the host not give a small...return gift?"
As she spoke, she took out a delicate little porcelain box from her sleeve.
Before the porcelain box was even opened, a rich yet not pungent rose fragrance already wafted through the biting cold wind.
"Reach out your hand," Su Wan said softly.
Tuoba Yu was stunned for a moment, then reached out his hand as if possessed.
What kind of hands were those?
His knuckles were large, his skin dark, covered with hideous knife scars and thick calluses. Especially his tiger's mouth and fingertips, which were marks left by years of holding knives and drawing bows, rough like the bark of a dry, cracked old tree.
In this icy and snowy landscape, these hands were frozen red, even cracked, and blood was seeping out.
Su Wan looked at these hands without disgust or mockery.
She stretched out her pampered little hands, with slender fingers like tender onions.
They did not hand over the porcelain box directly.
Instead, he opened the lid and used his index finger to pick out a piece of crystal-clear, warm pink cream.
Then--
He grabbed Tuoba Yu's weathered hand.
"You..." Tuoba Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously tried to pull his hand away.
"Don't move."
Su Wan's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.
With her warm, delicate, and smooth fingertips, as smooth as mutton fat jade, she gently applied the ointment to Tuoba Yu's cracked tiger's mouth.
Apply. Circular motion. Massage.
The tactile sensations were simply two extremes.
One is rough sandpaper, the other is top-quality silk.
Su Wan's fingers were soft, carrying a reassuring warmth, as she gently rubbed the moisturizing ointment into the rough texture of Tuoba Yu's skin.
"hiss……"
Tuoba Yu gasped.
It was a strange, tingling sensation, like an electric current coursing through my body, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
She was a warrior, a killing machine.
No one had ever touched her hand so gently before.
No one had ever told her that her hands could be treated like this, except for holding a knife.
"The general is a heroine among women; her ability to fight on the battlefield is admirable."
Su Wan lowered her head, her expression focused.
A snowflake clung to her eyelashes, trembling gently with her breath.
"But General..."
"Once you dismount and take off your armor, you're still a girl."
"These hands..."
Su Wan raised her head, her eyes filled with genuine heartache, without a trace of pretense:
"It's made of flesh too, and it's also used for wearing bracelets and embroidering."
"Yes... I need to be cared for."
"This box of rose essential oil hand cream is a gift for the general."
"Remember to apply some after the battle."
Tuoba Yu looked at the frail woman in front of him.
She suddenly understood.
Why would the Qin family, these arrogant wolves, willingly act as her dogs?
This gentleness...
This method of turning refined steel into something as soft as silk...
It's ten thousand times more deadly than Qin Lie's knife, Qin An's poison, or Qin Mo's madness!
This is so captivating, it'll steal your soul!
Tuoba Yu's rough face, which had been reddened by the wind, turned completely red for the first time ever.
My heart was pounding wildly.
"Who...who wants your junk!"
She hurriedly pulled her hand back, clutching the porcelain box tightly in her palm, not daring to look at Su Wan again:
"Let's go!"
It spurred the horse and fled in panic.
……
"Jiaojiao".
Until that group of people completely disappeared into the end of the snowstorm.
Qin Lie, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly took a step forward.
His face was terribly gloomy.
"What's wrong, brother?" Su Wan turned around, her smile still on.
The next second, her wrist was gripped tightly by a large, hot hand.
"Dirty".
Qin Lie stared at the hand she had just touched Tuoba Yu, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, his eyes swirling with intense jealousy and displeasure.
"Those are hands that have been touching horse manure."
"That's a murderous hand."
"Jiaojiao's hands are so clean... how could she touch such a rough man?"
As he spoke, he pulled Su Wan into his arms in an extremely domineering manner.
This is the entrance to the village. Although there are no outsiders here, this action is still too daring.
"Brother! That's a guest..."
"Shut up."
Qin Lie wouldn't listen to any explanation.
He abruptly pulled open his heavy black cloak, and then ripped open the fur coat underneath, which was burning hot from his body heat.
His chest, with its taut muscles and radiating an astonishing heat, was directly exposed.
Then--
He held Su Wan's small hands, which had been a little cold from the wind.
Without hesitation, he stuffed it into his arms!
He directly stuck on that thin layer of clothing, and then on those hard, hot, and powerfully throbbing pectoral muscles!
"Well……"
Su Wan recoiled as her fingertips were burned.
That was a real furnace.
The man's body heat flowed through his fingertips and instantly spread throughout his body, dispelling all the chill.
"It's warm here."
Qin Lie wrapped her tightly in his cloak, pulled his arms around her, and confined her to his own territory.
He lowered his head, resting his chin on her forehead, his voice hoarse, carrying a childish possessiveness:
"I want to touch your hand sometime..."
"Touching Big Brother's."
"Although my brother's hands also have calluses... they are bigger and warmer than that woman's."
"and……"
He grabbed Su Wan's hand and pressed hard on his chest muscles, his eyes deep and wolfish:
"Big brother needs Jiaojiao's pampering here even more."
"That woman doesn't know anything."
"Only the eldest brother... truly loves Jiaojiao the most."
Su Wan placed her hand on his burning heart, feeling its thunderous pounding.
It's both frustrating and funny.
These men...
He's even jealous of women.
They're hopeless.
……