The Fortunate Foolish Doctor in the Mountain Village

Seeing Zhang Xiaowei pounce towards her, Li Hongmei panicked immediately.

Instinctively, she turned to return to the room, intending to close the door and block Zhang Xiaowei outside.

But no matter how fast she was, she couldn't outpace Zhang Xiaowei.

Before she could close the door, Zhang Xiaowei grabbed hold of it, and despite her efforts, she couldn't close it.

"Don't do this, I will call the police!"

In her panic, Li Hongmei hurriedly tried to subdue Zhang Xiaowei by threatening to call the police.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaowei was consumed by a fiery desire, fixated on possessing Li Hongmei and indifferent to anything else.

With a violent tug, Zhang Xiaowei flung the door open and grabbed Li Hongmei's arm in an iron grip.

Li Hongmei could no longer escape and was forcibly embraced tightly by Zhang Xiaowei.

In an instant, Zhang Xiaowei's hands roamed freely.

Feeling utterly humiliated, tears streamed down Li Hongmei's face.

Zhang Xiaowei had completely lost his reason.

Staring at Li Hongmei in his arms, as pure as driven snow, Zhang Xiaowei's eyes nearly burst with blood.

He dove headfirst into the snowy mounds, thrusting left and right, rolling back and forth.

In no time, saliva and bite marks had formed a continuous pattern.

"Xiaowei, please don't do this, please let me go?"

Seeing that threats were useless, Li Hongmei could only change tactics and began to plead.

Hearing her crying, a trace of clarity suddenly returned to Zhang Xiaowei's mind.

Hongmei sister, I'm sorry.

But now, I can't stop myself.

If I let you go, you will call the police anyway.

I might as well be a beast this once, so at least the madam won't have to die before my eyes.

Zhang Xiaowei felt troubled, knowing that if the old lady hadn't coerced him with death, he wouldn't have done such a foolish thing.

Even pleading was futile, and Li Hongmei was on the verge of despair.

She had given up struggling, allowing Zhang Xiaowei to take liberties with her.

"Xiaowei, do you like me?"

"I do."

Faced with Li Hongmei's sudden question, Zhang Xiaowei answered without hesitation.

"Then do you really want me?"

"I do."

Hearing Zhang Xiaowei's answer, Li Hongmei suddenly held him tightly.

"If you really like me, then could you please be gentle with me? You're being so rough, it's hurting me."

A sudden pang shot through Zhang Xiaowei's heart, and he froze completely.

"Don't be so forceful; carry me to the table in the hall, and then we can take it slow, okay?"

Zhang Xiaowei looked up at Li Hongmei in disbelief.

With Dawei behaving like that, Hongmei sister must have been living like a widow all this time.

Could it be that my teasing made her unable to resist, and now she wants me to cherish her?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Xiaowei's heart leaped with joy.

Although he had committed an atrocious act, he was still worried that Li Hongmei might call the police.

If that happened, he would definitely end up in prison.

But if Li Hongmei was willing, then there was nothing to worry about.

Right then, Zhang Xiaowei nodded without hesitation, picking up Li Hongmei and heading straight for the Eight Immortals table in the hall.

After he placed Li Hongmei on the table, the old table creaked and groaned.

He didn't care about that and buried his head straight into her.

Just as he prepared to diligently gather the nectar, Li Hongmei on the table suddenly had a fierce glint flash in her eyes, and with a reversed hand, she grabbed the deity statue from the shrine on the wall and smashed it down onto the back of Zhang Xiaowei's head.

Bang!

A dull thud.

Zhang Xiaowei's eyes rolled back as he felt an immense weight crashing down on him.

He lost consciousness in an instant, collapsing atop Li Hongmei.

Seeing this, Li Hongmei was also shocked.

Looking at the deity statue in her hands, she found it covered in blood.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a gasp.

"I've killed him!"