Nomad translation -Future
Miss Song, the cemetery keeper of Changping District, was walking home after a night shift when she found a man by the roadside.
White shirt, suit, and covered in injuries.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, a well-built chest, a firm backside, and an exceptionally handsome face.
Public transport around the cemetery was inconvenient, and the nearest hospital in the city was too far away. Bewitched by his good looks, the face-obsessed Song Zhixiang impulsively brought the man in the suit home.
The next morning, Song Zhixiang pushed open the door with a yawn and saw him making breakfast for her. His arm was wrapped in bandages, and he wore an apron around his waist.
The lean, muscular strip of skin visible at his side was covered in injuries. Plasters, bruises, and even the marks she had pinched into him were all mixed together.
Song Zhixiang crossed her arms and tried to drive him away. “Why haven’t you left yet?”
He said, “Miss Song, we slept in the same bed.”
She replied carelessly, “How much money do you want?”
He answered with utmost solemnity, “According to my family’s rules, I must marry into your household.”
Song Zhixiang: “…What?”
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One day much later, Miss Song ran her hand over his abdominal muscles and sighed over how bizarre her job as a cemetery keeper had become.
How had she casually managed to pick up such an innocent and refreshingly sincere male temptress?
He was running a fever. He pressed her hand down and clung to her again.
“Wife, I want a kiss.”