Lin Zhilan was awakened by a surge of dry heat.
Opening her eyes, she was met with a pitted, uneven floor and cracks in the wall.
And she was lying side-by-side on a bed with a strange man.
The man was facing her direction, his eyes closed. On his resolute face, his nose was high and straight, his thin lips slightly pursed. Even in his sleep, he carried an intimidating, chilling aura.
A thin quilt hung around his waist, revealing eight firm, powerful abdominal muscles.
Lin Zhilan rubbed her throbbing forehead. Her head began to ache as if pierced by needles, and a barrage of unfamiliar scenes unfolded overwhelmingly in her mind.
Had she transmigrated into a book?
And into the mother of a female supporting character, a pitiful background figure?
Lin Zhilan took a deep breath to calm herself down as quickly as possible.
She tried to get up, but found her entire body weak, her limbs soft, and a ball of fire burning in her lower abdomen, making her incredibly uncomfortable.
Left with no choice, she nudged the man beside her.
The man's eyes snapped open. He grabbed her hand and flipped over, pinning her to the bed.
"What are you trying to do?"
The man's gaze was fierce, completely devoid of any pity, and his tone was full of suspicion.
Not knowing what kind of drug she had been given, Lin Zhilan felt the skin where they touched burning like fire, startlingly hot.
She only felt her muscles soften and bones turn to jelly, wanting nothing more than to burrow into the man's embrace.
Steeling herself, she bit her tongue hard. The sharp pain on the tip of her tongue brought her back to her senses.
"Let go of me first!" Lin Zhilan, her face flushed red, glared at him fiercely.
Su Lang came to his senses. Startled by the softness beneath him, he subconsciously released his grip.
Lin Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief and tried to climb over him.
Su Lang's thoughts paused. For some reason, he just watched her calmly, showing not the slightest intention of moving out of the way.
Lin Zhilan tried her best to avoid touching him, but the space was simply too cramped. As she stepped over with one leg, the sole of her foot accidentally brushed against Su Lang's abs.
Her already soft body reacted like it had been electrocuted. Losing her balance, she fell heavily right onto Su Lang's lower abdomen with a muffled groan.
Su Lang hadn't expected this accident either. The moment she fell, he subconsciously reached out to catch her.
However, she fell too fast. The hands that were meant to support her waist ended up grabbing a certain indescribable softness just under her armpits.
The soft sensation beneath his palms was somewhat unfamiliar, and Su Lang failed to react for a moment.
When he realized what he was grabbing, his hands recoiled as if they had been burned.
Lin Zhilan bit her lip, tears swirling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Su Lang immediately apologized.
Lin Zhilan glared at him, her face so red it looked like it could drip blood.
She hurriedly tried to get up again, but her limbs were truly too weak. Her hips had barely left his lower abdomen when she crashed back down onto Su Lang again.
Su Lang wasn't drugged, but this time sweat beaded on his forehead too.
The soft sensation still lingered on his palms, and the woman's plump bottom smashed heavily against his thighs again.
A wave of numbness instantly spread from his scalp down to his toes.
Su Lang felt a bit ashamed of his own reaction. Hardening his heart, he simply wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up directly.
Once out of bed, Lin Zhilan broke free from his embrace and walked straight to the table.
A teapot sat on the table. A mere cup of water clearly couldn't quench the dry heat inside Lin Zhilan, so she simply drank straight from the spout.
She drank too eagerly and too fast. The tea spilled down her slender neck, winding its way down to disappear deep into her collar.
Her clothes, soaked by the water, clung tightly to her skin, tracing her curving silhouette.
It was already dark outside. With the moonlight spilling in through the window, the way she tilted her head back slightly with her lips around the spout held a thrilling, breathtaking allure.
Su Lang looked away, suppressing his wandering thoughts.
Suddenly, the sound of the door being pushed came from outside.
Probably failing to push it open on the first try, the person pounded on the door fiercely a few more times.
Lin Zhilan held her breath, looking at Su Lang nervously.
Su Lang asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"
Hearing his voice, the person outside cursed under their breath and actually ran away in a panic.
Su Lang looked back at Lin Zhilan.
Lin Zhilan had already bitten her lip until it bled. Her pale skin, blood-red lips, and that incredibly charming face made her look like the man-eating demons from old folks' tales.
He was merely on leave and happened to attend a comrade's wedding, joining in the festivities along the way.
He had a few too many drinks at the banquet and was arranged by his comrade to rest in this room.
Combining the woman's condition and the sneaky attempt to open the door just now, it was obvious that the woman before him had been set up.
They just hadn't expected him to be the wild card.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Lin Zhilan leaned against the table, sitting askew. "If you don't want to get into trouble, take me back."
Su Lang agreed.
He walked over and offered his arm.
Lin Zhilan pinched the back of her hand hard, forcing herself to hold onto him and stand up. Before she even reached the door, her entire body went limp, and she collapsed completely into Su Lang's arms.
As the soft, warm body suddenly tumbled into his embrace and her scorching breath sprayed against the side of his neck, Su Lang's movements abruptly halted, and every muscle in his body instantly tensed up.
A faint, elegant fragrance from the woman drifted to his nose—like orchids but not quite, indescribably pleasant.
"Are... are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Lin Zhilan pinched her own palms. "My house is just next door. Sorry to trouble you."
Her deliberately lowered voice was soft to the ear, charming to the bone.
Su Lang only felt as if his left ear had been zapped by a tiny electric current, sending a tremble straight to his heart.
Seeing her covered in sweat, Su Lang simply picked her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style.
Just as he stood straight, Su Lang's posture stiffened, not daring to move for a split second.
How could a woman be this soft?
His fingers touching her skin felt as if they were sinking in, so soft he couldn't pull them out.
The moment he tensed his muscles, the soft flesh against him immediately trembled, as if protesting his roughness.
Closing his eyes briefly, he had the woman wrap her arms around his neck while he opened the door single-handedly.
It was pitch black outside. The main house was very lively, seemingly amidst the wedding night bantering.
Taking advantage of the empty surroundings, Su Lang carried Lin Zhilan and quickly walked out of the courtyard.
It was only a distance of five or six meters to Lin Zhilan's doorstep.
Su Lang set her down, his voice hoarse. "I will take responsibility for you."
The only response he got was the dull thud of a closing door.
Lin Zhilan walked to the kitchen, scooped up a ladle of cold water from the vat, and poured it directly over her head.
She repeated this until the water vat hit the bottom.
It was already late autumn, and the well water was freezing. Lin Zhilan shivered, but the burning heat inside her finally subsided.
She was originally a chief physician in the traditional Chinese medicine department of a top-tier hospital. Her daily life consisted of nothing but commuting between the hospital and home.
It was only when she fainted from overwork on her way to work, and her leaders and colleagues urged her to take a vacation, that she suddenly realized she hadn't taken a break since she started working.
The hospital gave her a long vacation, so she decided to go on a road trip.
Unfortunately, she got caught in a multi-car pileup. When she woke up again, she was here.
This was a novel called "The 80s Prosperous Little Wife". The original owner of this body wasn't the female lead, or even a supporting female lead.
She had transmigrated into the mother of the foil supporting female character in the book.
The original owner was just a background character in the book, with only a few brief descriptions, but the word "beautiful" was always inseparable from her.
Lin Zhilan had always been quite pretty herself and had grown up surrounded by compliments, but compared to the original owner of this body, she fell drastically short.
The original owner was truly breathtaking.
With bright eyes and pearly white teeth, her gaze alone was captivating. She had a voluptuous figure with a slender waist and long legs. Every single feature was flawless and exquisitely crafted.
However, in this barren land, such excessive beauty was nothing short of a disaster.
The original owner's father was an old Chinese medicine practitioner. He had a son and a daughter, and he deeply doted on his exquisitely beautiful younger daughter from a young age.
But as the daughter grew older and more stunning, her parents eventually began to worry. They kept her strictly confined at home, forbidding her from going out.
Yet, they could only protect her for a while, not for a lifetime.
Therefore, her father chose Zhou Chen, the most capable young man in the village, to be his son-in-law.
His judgment was spot on. At a young age, Zhou Chen was promoted to company commander, and he was just one step away from bringing her to live with him at the military base.
Unfortunately, what arrived faster than her military relocation was the news of Zhou Chen dying in the line of duty.
The original owner's world came crashing down.
Although she was incredibly gorgeous, her parents' overprotection had left her with a rather timid personality.
With her parents passed away and her husband dead, she and her three-year-old daughter were kicked out of the house by her parents-in-law after the family assets were divided.
Left with no one to rely on, she had no choice but to work in the fields to feed herself and her daughter.
For a widow of such extraordinary beauty, every natural movement she made was twisted by malicious onlookers into proof that she was trying to seduce men.
