Forest Night, Perilous Passion: His Fingertips, H…

Lin Yuan never imagined that his girlfriend’s younger sister, Shen Xingchu—the one who always seemed to pick fights with him—would end up tied up and abandoned in the desolate mountains in the dead of night. He followed the tire tracks deep into the dense forest, fought off the madman, and came away with nothing but a battered girl wrapped in his jacket, trembling uncontrollably. Outside the car window, endless darkness stretched on; inside the car, a heavy silence hung between them, the kind that follows a brush with death. Shen Xingchu bit her lip and buried her face in her knees, too afraid to meet Lin Yuan’s eyes. Inside her body, something that bastard had left behind still lingered—like a ticking time bomb. Lin Yuan’s brow furrowed. He knew he had to deal with it, and fast. But out here in the middle of nowhere, just the two of them alone, any touch would mean crossing a line.