[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 1

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[Synopsis] The tone of "The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables" is "bloody, violent, dark, lustful, bizarre, and other morally questionable words, so... so it's 18+. Those who click on this article should be mentally prepared. Also, if the protagonist is poorly written, or the plot falls apart, it's my personal fault for being heartless, brainless, and clumsy. If you can't tolerate it, please press x. My motto is: 'Come to the testicles with a calm heart.' Ahem, speaking of which, the perverted and lewd characters and plot are actually just my own perverted and lewd nature. *covers face and drifts

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Tables Chapter 001: The Tragic Journey on the Prayer Wheel

The clear blue sky is high and vast, with fluffy white clouds floating by, constantly changing into various shapes." The early morning sun, like a sharp sword, slanted down from the sky, carrying the unique warmth and brilliance of the plateau. In the distance, rolling mountains stretched out, their peaks reflecting a dazzling white light in the sunlight—these were the year-round snow-capped peaks.

This day was the 15th of the fourth month of the Tibetan calendar, the day of the Buddha Shakyamuni's birth, enlightenment, and passing away. According to the Tibetan calendar, in April, the constellation Saga, one of the 28 lunar mansions, appears in the celestial sphere. The people of Lhasa call this month "Saga Dawa," and the day of worship on this day is simply called "Saga Dawa Festival." During this month, believers abstain from killing and eating meat, devoting themselves to worshiping and making offerings to the Buddha. Some even fast and practice asceticism, or circumambulate prayer wheels and prostrate themselves. This is because the Buddha Shakyamuni said, "Performing one good deed on this day has the merit of performing ten thousand good deeds."

Countless bright prayer flags hang high along the pilgrimage route, their five colors—bright red, bright green, apricot yellow, dark blue, and milky white—rustling gently in the high-altitude wind, constantly chanting ancient scriptures. On

this day, Lhasa is deserted as pilgrims from all directions flock here, their left hands either holding prayer beads or turning prayer wheels, constantly twirling the beads and spinning the wheels as they walk; their right hands carrying sacks of tsampa, tucked under their arms, and chanting repeatedly, "Om Mani Padme Hum." The six-syllable mantra "Moo" echoed through the prayer wheel procession. The clear sound of copper bells rang out intermittently, as three or five snow-white sheep followed their owners. Each sheep wore a colorful auspicious ribbon around its neck, signifying that they were sacred sheep that had been released into the wild.

Around Yaowang Mountain and Gongdelin, crowds thronged. Believers gathered before the cliff carvings at the foot of Yaowang Mountain and before the incense-burning platform at Gongdelin, shoulder to shoulder, bowing and worshipping the numerous Buddha statues carved into the cliff faces. Dust clung to their foreheads as they touched the ground. The towering Gongdelin... Thick smoke billowed from the incense burner, and the cypress branches crackled as they burned. People jostled each other, grabbing handfuls of tsampa from their own sacks and tossing them onto the fire. Then they added a few sprigs of cypress from their armpits, chanting prayers, and finally prostrating themselves before the nearby sacred stone, devoutly stroking its surface with their hands.

It was a faith, a devout faith, a faith that shook the soul. The restlessness of the countless tourists mixed in with the crowd gradually subsided, settling into a state of tranquility. A solemn silence descended.

Luo Zhu carried only a quarter Tibetan blood, but on the highest plateau, so close to the heavens, the thread of genetic heritage from this ancient and mysterious people still made her tremble and melt in this faith.

Carrying a large backpack and tent, wearing a simple yet extremely loose brown Tibetan robe, her ponytail tied back, and holding a prayer wheel, she didn't stand out in the pilgrimage group. She wasn't murmuring the six-syllable mantra, but rather a fragmented love song by the Sixth Dalai Lama, Tsanggyal Yangchuk.

"The first best thing is not to meet, so that we may not fall in love. The second best thing is not to know each other, so that we may not long for each other."

If her parents hadn't met and known each other, they wouldn't have fallen in love and longed for each other, giving birth to her sweetly and full of dreams.

"The third best thing is not to accompany each other, so that we may not owe each other anything. The fourth best thing is not to cherish each other, so that we may not remember each other." "

If her parents hadn't been so indifferent and uncaring, they wouldn't have owed her anything, their relationship a constant cycle of separation and reunion, tossing her around like a ball.

"Fifth, it's best not to love each other, so that we won't abandon each other. Sixth, it's best not to face each other, so that we won't meet again."

If her parents hadn't loved each other and faced each other, they wouldn't have abandoned and met again, their entanglements leaving her wandering the streets.

"Seventh, it's best not to misunderstand each other, so that we won't betray each other. Eighth, it's best not to promise each other anything, so that we won't continue our relationship."

If her parents hadn't misunderstood each other and promised each other anything, they wouldn't have betrayed and continued their relationship, their entanglements leaving her alone before the mirror.

"Ninth, it's best not to rely on each other, so that we won't cling to each other. Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so that we won't gather together." "

Her parents, if they hadn't met and relied on each other, would never have been together, their love so intense that it exhausted her love for them.

Both orphans, her parents loved each other freely, yet after she was born, they quarreled and separated. After separating, they would reunite, then separate and reunite again. At that time, she would live with one family, then another, sometimes with her father, sometimes with her mother, sometimes with both parents. Later, they each had new relationships, but didn't want to let go of each other, so their quarrels turned into angry fights, and their home became a battlefield. She dared not go home, and could only wander by the roadside, sitting with stray cats and dogs until the storm subsided. Later still, they completely betrayed each other, each forming new families. She became a burden, guarding an empty house, living alone on the money they had deposited into her account, growing up day by day, month by month, year by year. And then, because of one..." A chance encounter ignited a passionate love between them, leading them to betray others and indulge in unrestrained pleasure. Ultimately, they were killed in a car accident, forever bound together, but she lost her last hope and attachment to family.

Was this kind of relationship love or not? She never understood. As the primary beneficiary of two large insurance policies, she diligently and methodically completed her studies. During holidays, she traveled extensively, becoming a seasoned traveler.

Through her travels, she gradually understood that love is poison, capable of killing everything; love is fire, capable of burning everything. And she was the sacrifice for this love.

She was just an ordinary, insignificant person. She didn't need the intense, terrifying, complex, and capricious love of her parents; she couldn't bear the poison or the fire. She just wanted to live a simple life like most people, with one other person.

The flow of pilgrims slowly surged towards the Jokhang Temple, and her body moved along with them. Head bowed, eyes lowered, she murmured a broken love song repeatedly, the restlessness and regret deep within her heart gradually filling in, returning to peace. From tomorrow onward, she would no longer travel; she would choose a warm and beautiful place to live, happily and peacefully until the end of her life. The

murmurs and chants around her grew fainter, seemingly fading into the distance, only the sound of the wind remaining clear. The scent she smelled was not the distinctive burnt aroma of cedar, rice cakes, and milk, but a fresh grassy fragrance carrying the scent of sunshine and a hint of animal manure, as if she were on a vast grassland.

Her long, dark eyelashes slowly lifted, her hazy vision gradually focusing. Then, Luo Zhu was dumbfounded.

Before her eyes was still the azure sky, the cotton-like white clouds, the brilliant sunshine, and the undulating mountains. But the dense crowd of pilgrims around her was gone, and beneath her feet lay… It was a verdant grassland, dotted with colorful Gesang flowers, and a crystal-clear river, like a ribbon of glass, meandered through it. In the distance, scattered white and black dots dotted the landscape; if her 1.5 vision wasn't mistaken, the whites were sheep, and the blacks were yaks.

This was indeed the plateau, but not the Lhasa pilgrimage route she was on.

A grain of sand contains a world, a moment contains ten thousand years.

Luo Zhu couldn't believe that in just a moment of lowered gaze and chanting, she had been teleported.

Was she too devout, or too impious? Was it a gift from Buddha, or a punishment? She had just resolved to choose a warm and beautiful place to live a happy and peaceful life, and the next moment, she had been transported to another world.

In the distance, a rider galloped towards her. It was a burly man dressed in a simple leather Tibetan robe, wearing a felt hat, a short knife at his waist, a long whip in his hand, and his face was the dark reddish-brown characteristic of the people of the plateau.

The sun overhead was too strong, making her hands and feet weak, but her pitifully resilient nerves remained highly alert, her eyes fixed on the person and horse getting closer and closer...

Chapter 002 The Grassland Covenant (Part 1)

"Vast grasslands, beautiful hills, herds of cattle and sheep, white clouds drifting, rainbows shining in the blue sky, a young girl stands on the grassland with a whip in her hand, gently humming a pastoral song, watching over the cattle and sheep. Young girl, I want to ask, may I, may I tell you my heart, young girl, I hope I can be with you, with you, watching over the cattle and sheep..."

The deep and loud singing voice echoed across the open grassland. Although the setting sun had already reached the horizon, its afterglow was still so brilliant and bright. A gentle breeze swept by, and the clear river surface rippled with golden light. The snow-capped peaks in the distance reflected a hazy yellow light, rising with boundless holiness that inspired awe.

A lithe, slender girl with waist-length braids rode atop a sturdy black yak, leisurely wielding a small leather whip as she herded cattle and sheep home, admiring the beautiful highland scenery.

Half a year had passed since she arrived in this world, and Luo Zhu finally understood that she had not only undergone spatial teleportation but also temporal teleportation; the land beneath her feet was the Tibetan Plateau of hundreds of years ago.

There were no spiderweb-like power lines, no electric lights, televisions, telephones, computers, or any other electrical appliances. The people, dressed in ancient attire, neither spoke nor understood Mandarin, and even their Tibetan was not entirely the standard Tibetan pronunciation used on Tibetan television channels, but carried a unique regional accent. New to this place, with only a rudimentary understanding of Tibetan, she was practically deaf, only managing to glean the passage of time from the occasional words like slave, Dharma King, and lord.

The people here did not yet have the modern term "Tibetan"; they called themselves "Fan" or "Boba," and their clothing and customs were very similar to those of later Tibetans, yet also quite different. Fortunately, as someone with one-quarter Tibetan ancestry who filled in "Tibetan" on her household registration to obtain preferential policies for minority college entrance exams, yet whose appearance and lifestyle had become completely Sinicized, she had gained some understanding of her ethnicity during her studies. Otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to integrate into the ancient way of life in just over a month.

Indeed, she was now living the ancient life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Everything from the 21st century had vanished forever in the hushed recitations of a year ago. She felt a sense of loss and regret, but not sadness or collapse. Her only worry was the more than three million yuan in unused bank account. If she had known she would time-travel, she should have indulged in lavish meals at luxury hotels every day, traveled abroad monthly, and become a self-torturing backpacker.

Indeed, the most regrettable thing in the world is dying with unused money. She was currently living a life that felt like death, unable to reach the millions of yuan even with outstretched hands.

When she was materially wealthy, she was mentally repressed and resentful, howling with emptiness and loneliness. Now that her spiritual life is fulfilling, she constantly laments her material poverty and the hardships of life. Damn it, can't God be a little less fair?! Why does opening a window mean closing a door, and closing a door mean opening a window? Can't she have both material and spiritual fulfillment?

She was taken in by a village called Namua, nestled in a high-altitude valley, belonging to a minor lord. The lord's fortified house was built high on the mountainside, overlooking the entire valley, and he ruled over hundreds of miles of high-altitude territory and more than a dozen villages. The people cultivated the lord's land, grazed their livestock on his meadows, and paid taxes to him on time, living a life far more difficult and arduous than that of peasants in ancient Chinese feudal society. Even in feudal society, at least there was a hierarchy of "scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants," but here the peasants and herders were practically half-slaves, forced to work for the lord without pay in addition to their own farming and herding.

Serfdom! The dark and utterly evil serfdom! A single misstep could lead to a tragic death in a serf society! Why didn't she return to Chang'an during the Han and Tang dynasties? Why didn't she return to the Forbidden City of the Ming and Qing dynasties? What dynasty is the Central Plains in now? Is there any possibility for her to break out of the plateau and return to the Central Plains?

Luo Zhu squinted, gazing sadly at the undulating mountains. The current plateau has no Qinghai-Tibet Railway, no national highways, provincial highways, city roads, or district roads, only the Tang-Tibet Ancient Road and the Tea Horse Road. There are no airplanes, trains, cars, horse-drawn carriages, or even rickshaws; she doesn't even own the yak she's riding. How can she break out of the plateau? On her own two feet? Most importantly, she doesn't even know her exact location. For half a year, she's been herding livestock, seeing only grasslands and mountains; only blue skies and white clouds, only green grass and setting sun. If she rashly sets off on foot, even if she's learned self-defense, she'll only meet a dead end.

The first time she ascended the Tibetan Plateau, she was delighted by the clear, azure sky, awestruck by the majestic snow-capped mountains, and moved to the sacred lakes that seemed to cleanse her soul. She felt she could die on this land without regret. But after truly experiencing it, she tragically came to understand the profound meaning of "Love is precious, freedom is more valuable, but for life, both can be sacrificed."

Life is short, fleeting like a white horse galloping past. Cherishing our limited lives and living well is the most beautiful and happiest thing in the world.

To ensure a long and healthy life, she decided to live peacefully in Namu'a Village for the rest of her life. At least the local lord wasn't too cruel and ruthless; everyone could manage to live a reasonably happy life, right? This mountainous region, with its windswept grasslands and grazing cattle and sheep, was a cozy and beautiful place to live, wasn't it? As long as her material needs were low, she could still live a happy and peaceful life.

"Luo Zhu, did you hear my song?" The clatter of hooves came from behind, followed by a deep and pleasant male voice.

She looked up at the man who had ridden up beside her. He had a high nose, strong features, dark red skin, and long, flowing curly hair. His robust physique exuded the fierce and masculine spirit of a man from the highlands.

This was the man who had found her half a year ago. Though called a man, he was only nineteen, a year younger than her. He was the son of a minor steward under the lord. If his family hadn't possessed some minor privileges, she, this sudden outsider, might have ended up as the lord's slave, living a miserable life worse than pigs and dogs.

Now, she was a hired laborer for his family, helping with farm work, herding livestock, and chatting with the elderly to keep them company.

"I heard you, Langcuo," she said, her eyes crinkling as she pointed to her ear. "You're a famous singer in Namtso village, how could I not hear you?" The young man's full name was Tashi Langcuo, but she usually only called him by the last two characters.

"Then will you agree?" Tashi Langtso's bright black eyes shone with a fiery light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"No." She shook her head with a smile, rejecting his passionate confession for the hundred and first time.

"Why?" Tashi Langtso pressed for the reason for the hundred and first time.

"I am a stranger who has wandered into Namtso village. You are the son of the lord's steward. Your status is not worthy."

"My father is just a minor steward in charge of livestock, and my family is not wealthy. My grandmother, mother, brother, younger brother, and sisters all like you and don't care that you are a stranger." Tashi Langtso patiently reasoned with this stubborn woman, presenting the facts.

Tashi Langtso was telling the truth; it was truly a stroke of luck that he had found her. Langtso's family was of moderate means, and every member of their family was warm and kind, sincerely taking care of her, a person who was penniless. They not only gave her a job so that she could support herself, but also lent her a mud-brick house opposite the cowshed, giving her a place to live.

Having witnessed her parents' tumultuous love story spanning over a decade, she was utterly terrified of any romantic notions of love and commitment. All she wanted was a simple, peaceful life with someone, a life of quiet, gentle affection.

Langcuo was a sincere, honest, hardworking, and brave young man with a naturally beautiful voice perfect for love songs. He was also a skilled herder and hunter. A life with him seemed like a good prospect.

But he had six brothers! Even in the harsh natural conditions and difficult life of the Tibetan Plateau, the practice of polygamy still exists in some remote, mountainous areas today, let alone in the ancient plateau. Wealthy lords and nobles practiced polygamy, while the impoverished lower classes who didn't want to divide their property and become poor mostly shared a wife among several brothers, with some even involving fathers and sons, uncles and nephews, or friends sharing a wife. Isn't this a severe torment to women? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

As a woman deeply influenced by modern monogamous marriage concepts, she wanted to find one man to live with, not many men. But despairingly, within a radius of a hundred miles, including Namua Village and a dozen other villages, polygamy was the custom.

What kind of alkaline foods have the men and women here eaten? Why is the male birth rate higher than the female birth rate? Why do those lords and their relatives monopolize so many women? An equal distribution would be so much better! Ah, in the end, it all comes down to property.

Under Tashi Langtso's fervent, expectant gaze, she felt it would be too immoral to keep rambling on about Haiti and trying to find a reason to refuse. She pursed her lips and finally stammered out the most genuine reason for her refusal: "I... am willing to live with you, but I don't want to live with your brothers." Especially since two of her six brothers are under ten years old, and one is just eleven. She didn't want to be a wife or a wet nurse!

Tashi Langtso was stunned for a moment, then raised his thick eyebrows, his eyes becoming even brighter and more fiery: "This... is this your honest opinion?"

"Yes." Under that focused and bright gaze, Luo Zhu shifted her gaze, a faint blush creeping onto her thick skin. It wasn't about love, just a woman's instinctive shyness towards the opposite sex.

A pair of strong arms reached out, and her body suddenly lost its balance and was lifted into the air. With a cry of surprise, she landed from the yak's back into a broad, strong embrace. A masculine scent, faintly reeking of mutton and sweat, instantly enveloped her, causing her to struggle in panic.

Chapter 003 The Grassland Pact (Part Two)

However, her struggles were insignificant to the valiant highland man. Tashi Langtso simply tightened his arms, firmly imprisoning her in his chest.

"Langtso, put me down!" For twenty years, apart from her father, Luo Zhu had never been intimate with any other man. In this warm and domineering confinement, she felt even more panicked and cried out. What also bothered her most was the muttony smell surrounding her. As expected of the highlands where cattle and sheep roam freely, almost all the people of the highlands carried a muttony smell, strong or faint, varying from person to person. Even after half a year, she hadn't quite gotten used to the smell, and she carefully maintained her own fresh and clean scent.

"I won't let go!" Tashi Langtso refused decisively, gazing at the woman in his arms, who looked as frightened as a little wild rabbit, a soft and sweet tenderness welling up in his heart.

Half a year ago, he found her on the grassland. At that time, her hair was tied up high, she wore a simple outer robe, and carried a large bag on her back, her face full of confusion and fear, like a lost lamb. Her helpless eyes instantly struck his heart, and love ignited fiercely in an instant.

Her slender figure was like a lithe antelope, her black braids like a waterfall in the forest, her delicate skin like cheese covered in rosy clouds, her arched black eyebrows like a crescent moon in the sky, her large eyes like clear lakes, her small nose as straight and beautiful as a mountain, and her red lips as soft and moist as flowers. She was a fairy descended from heaven, landing before him and stirring his heartstrings. He would give his life without hesitation if she asked.

He professed his love to her, but she rejected him, leaving him bitter and heartbroken. But the man from Boba was not a coward who would give up easily or run away. He persisted, professing his love again and again, only to be rejected once more. Finally, by the grace of the gods, his fairy softened her stance, giving him a glimmer of hope. As a skilled hunter and shepherd, how could he let this fleeting opportunity slip by?

"Let me go!" Luo Zhu's face flushed crimson, her eyes unable to meet Tashi Langtso's gaze. Damn, this man, a year younger than her, had such fiery eyes, as if he wanted to melt her alive. Could it be... that he had truly fallen in love with her? A chill ran down her spine. No, she only wanted them to get along, not this kind of melting love.

Upon hearing this, Tashi Langtso tightened his embrace around the woman. The setting sun cast its glow on the woman's rosy, delicate face, turning the fine downy hairs a golden hue, making her even more endearing. He reached out and lifted her flustered face, forcing her not to look away, and said earnestly, "Luo Zhu, my fairy, I love you. You've already accepted my proposal, and I won't let you go."

Nonsense! When did she accept his proposal? She had only said she was willing to spend her life with him alone, not with his brothers—wasn't that a polite way of rejecting him?

Luo Zhu instinctively wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat, because she saw a sincerity emanating from the depths of his soul in those burning eyes. Having spent half a year in Namtso Village, living and working alongside these ancient highland people, she deeply understood their inherent simplicity and sincerity. They meant what they said, their words always reflecting their true thoughts, a stark contrast to the modern people she had encountered in the 21st century. If Langcuo said he loved her, he truly loved her. Faced with his burning affection, presented to her time and time again, she suddenly found herself unable to refuse him outright. But at most, she didn't dislike him and was willing to spend her life with him; could she really…receive his love?

“I…I’m not…not loving you enough…” she murmured, not wanting to deceive this sincere and passionate man.

“I don’t care.” Although Tashi Langtso felt a pang of sadness, he was even more delighted by the words uttered by the woman. Not disgust, not a complete lack of love, but simply not enough love. He believed that after their marriage, she would slowly fall in love with him, just as he loved her.

Luo Zhu was taken aback. He…accepted this too? She looked deeply into those bright eyes and said softly, “My hometown doesn’t have the custom of polygamy. I…although I like your family, I don’t want to marry all your brothers. And…and haven’t your two older brothers already gotten together with a girl from Sogesang Village? How can you marry me?” She had once seen a photo online of a wife whose husbands included a child only two or three years old, the wife carrying him to work in the fields. In Namtso village, she had witnessed such a scene firsthand, making her even more averse to this kind of distorted marital relationship.

"It's alright," Tashi Langtso's smile never faded, his deep voice low and soft, as melodious as the strings of a cowhorn harp, "I'll marry into your family."

Luo Zhu's eyes widened in astonishment. Here, men who marry into the family not only receive no property, but are also looked down upon. Tashi Langtso was one of the most outstanding young men for miles around, the dream lover of many young women; if he married into the family… well, his future looked bleak.

"Your father and mother won't agree." Any parent who truly loves their child wouldn't let their child endure such humiliation.

Tashi Langtso grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth: "No, they are the best father and mother in the world; they would much rather see me happily embracing my fairy."

Open-minded and loving parents do exist; the key is whether you're lucky enough to meet one. Like her, she wasn't very lucky, having parents with intense emotions and terrible personalities. She had never held an important place in their hearts, and she really didn't understand why they had given birth to her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Tashi Langtso.

"I'm penniless, with nothing but the mud-brick house your family lent me and the sheep they gave me, no dowry whatsoever."

"I'm penniless now that I've married into the family, I don't even own a sheep or a piece of land," Tashi Langtso shrugged, nonchalantly. "But I'm a good hunter, our lives will definitely get better gradually." He then smiled slyly, "Luozhu, you're already twenty. Even a fairy is almost at the age where no one wants her anymore. You should really hold on to me."

Nonsense! I've just reached the legal marriage age, a sophomore in college, the prime of my youth, okay? Luozhu rolled her eyes at him, but her anxious heart slowly calmed down. Yes, she was also of legal marriage age; it was time to get married. Marriage meant settling down in this world, no longer alone. Langtso loved her, she knew Langtso well, and since she didn't crave romantic love, marrying someone who loved her shouldn't lead to the same fate as her parents, right? Her stiff body gradually softened, and she suddenly chuckled softly, "I'll be drowned in the saliva of young girls in the future."

Zaxi Langcuo was stunned, his masculine and spirited face suddenly radiating a brilliant light like the rising sun. With a swift movement, he lifted Luo Zhu high from his arms on horseback, shouting joyfully, "My fairy has accepted my love! My fairy has accepted my love!" His deep, resonant shouts echoed across the vast grassland, carrying far and wide.

Chapter 004 Grassland Pact (Part Three)

"Put me down! Get down!" Luo Zhu screamed as her body was lifted into the air again. She had no time to savor Zaxi Langcuo's joy; helplessly, she twisted and turned in his large, powerful, dark hands, patting his strong arms, trying to change this dangerous situation.

"Good! Good!" Tashi Langtso was beaming, his masculine, dark red face even more dashing. He laughed and pulled her back into his arms. "Luozhu, my fairy." Before Luozhu could react, he had already seized her long-desired soft lips with the precision of an eagle, unleashing the passion and love that had been suppressed for half a year.

"Mmm—" Luozhu felt a faint, hot, pungent breath on her face, and then her lips were covered by something hot and supple. Her relaxed body suddenly stiffened. Kissed, kissed, kissed by a man! Kissed by a man! The word "kissed" kept repeating in her mind, her heart blank and filled with panic. No matter how wide she opened her eyes, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only the blurry outline of his skin, and felt his hot breath. She reflexively pushed him away, trying to escape the shyness and panic caused by her discomfort and unease, but the arms holding her were as firm as a rock.

"Let go... um—" She struggled to utter a single syllable before a hot, wet tongue seized the opportunity to slip into her mouth, swirling and roaming inside. No matter how she tried to dodge, her tongue was always caught by the cunning hunter, forced to play and dance together, intertwining and sucking.

Tashi Langtso held his beloved fairy tightly with one arm, the other gripping the back of her head firmly. His fierce, resilient tongue brushed over each of her pearly white teeth, licking each and every one of her tender, delicate oral mucosa, trying to imprint his scent. He sucked and pounded on her tender, smooth little tongue, giving it no chance to escape, greedily stirring up streams of sweet saliva.

His fairy exuded the fragrance of tea and the sweetness of milk, making him deeply intoxicated. In his ecstasy, he also clearly noticed that the fairy in his arms had changed from initial stiffness and resistance to softness and docility, and the fiery kiss became even more lingering and deep, domineering and forceful.

Luo Zhu did not find Langtso's kiss disgusting. The thought that she had already accepted his proposal slowly faded, replaced by an acceptance of her future husband's affections. This psychological shift allowed her physical instincts to take over; her body gradually warmed and softened, her eyes closing unconsciously. Saliva, not swallowed in time, trickled from their lips, wetting their pressed chins.

After a long while, Tashi Langtso finally ended the passionate kiss, satisfied. He licked the swollen lips of the fairy in his arms, drawing in the drool that had spilled from her lips, his dark eyes burning with tender love.

"My fairy, rest assured, Tashi Langtso will make sure you live the happiest life." He cupped her flushed face in his hands, as if holding the most precious jewel in the world, his heart overflowing with sweetness. His beloved woman, nestled obediently in his arms like a lamb, accepting his kisses, clearly showed that she was gradually accepting his love.

"Mmm..." Luo Zhu nestled in his arms, too shy to look up, her soft moans barely audible. She had kissed a man. Her first kiss as a woman was gone, given to a man who might become her husband. There was no intoxicating, tingling pleasure like in novels, only a gentle, comforting warmth—a feeling she loved and could accept most. She had decided to live with this man named Zaxi Langcuo on the plateau for the rest of her life.

The sun had already dipped halfway down, the sky was beginning to darken, and the wind on the plateau grew strong and fierce, carrying a biting chill.

Zaxi Langcuo untied his sheepskin robe and wrapped it around Luo Zhu's entire body. Having closely observed his beloved for half a year, he knew she was most susceptible to the cold, knew what she liked and disliked.

Wrapped in the warm robe, the strong, pungent smell of sheep's trotters intensified. Luo Zhu felt warm, but her nose suffered. She wrinkled her nose, peeked out from under her robe, and complained to Tashi Langtso, "It smells awful. I'll boil some wild tea herbs in water and wash myself tomorrow."

He laughed heartily in response, not at all annoyed by her complaint. His fairy couldn't stand overly fishy smells, and soon after arriving in the village, she found a fragrant wild herb that resembled tea. She liked to use this herb for both washing and bathing, and always carried a bag of dried herbs with her. To be closer to her, he bathed much more frequently than before. However, the long-accumulated fishy smell had seeped into his bones, and no matter how hard he washed, the smell was impossible to get rid of. But he would try his best to keep the smell within a range that his fairy could tolerate.

"It's time to go back." Having a husband who was completely obedient, Luo Zhu was also satisfied. Given that their relationship was settled, she no longer held back, lazily nestling in the man's arms, absorbing the uniquely masculine warmth, and her cold limbs and body instantly felt much more comfortable.

“Okay.” Tashi Langtso nodded, unable to resist planting a kiss on her smooth, full forehead.

“Brother Langtso—”

From afar, the wind carried the clatter of hooves and a clear, bell-like call.

Luo Zhu’s body jolted, and she quickly scrambled out from under Tashi Langtso’s fur robe. Just as she settled on the horse, before she could even put on a nonchalant expression, a bright and agile figure rode up to her.

It was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, tall and slender, with dozens of thin, black braids interspersed with colorful threads and adorned with small turquoise stones. She had thick, dark eyebrows, bright, long eyes, a pert nose, and bright, luscious lips, her skin a dark reddish-brown characteristic of the people of the plateau. She wore a simple sheepskin robe, with an exquisitely embroidered, brightly colored belt tied around her waist. Her collar, cuffs, and hem were trimmed with gray rabbit fur, and she exuded youthful vigor and vitality, so bright that it was impossible to look away. She was Gesang Zhuoma, the younger sister of Tashi Langtso.

“Sister Luozhu, you don’t need to hide it. I saw you and Brother Langcuo being affectionate from afar.” Gesang Zhuoma’s bright eyes sparkled like a cunning little fox. “Azu saw that you two weren’t home yet, so he sent me to help you. Hehe, I never expected to be blessed with such great luck by the goddess of the grasslands. I saw you and Brother Langcuo doing something intimate as soon as I arrived. I only dared to interrupt after you two had finished being affectionate.”

“You—” Luozhu’s face, which still had a slight flush, suddenly burned again. She scolded, “Shameless little girl, let’s see which man will marry you?”

“Hmph, Sister Luozhu, have you forgotten? I’ve already made an engagement with the brothers of the Wangbi family in Gamu Village.” Gesang Zhuoma proudly raised her head and glanced at her disdainfully. “I really don’t know what Brother Langcuo sees in you? He’s obsessed with marrying into the family.”

“…You know…Langcuo is planning to marry into the family?” Luozhu asked, stunned.

“Our whole family knows, even the youngest brother Sangji knows, except for you, you unvirtuous and foolish woman, who hesitates to accept Langcuo’s love.” Gesang Zhuoma brandished her whip, smiling broadly. “The night we brought you home, Langcuo announced at home that he had fallen in love with you and didn’t want to marry another woman with his two older brothers. His grandmother, father, and mother were quite angry then.”

Ah, so Langcuo had already made his stance clear at home half a year ago. Faced with this outsider who disrupted the family harmony, this family still treated her with such warmth and care, without making her feel any resentment. She couldn’t help but admire how pure and simple their hearts were. Here, a wife who could marry several brothers, treat them all equally, and maintain harmony in the family was the one truly praised as a virtuous and good woman. She was clearly worlds apart from them. Different customs, different traditions!

"I'm sorry, I made Azu, Uncle, and Mother angry." She scratched her head guiltily, speaking both to Gesang Zhuoma and to Tashi Langcuo behind her.

"Haha, no need to apologize. Azu and the others only want their children to be happy. They were just angry at the time, but they're not angry anymore. They've always considered you Brother Langcuo's wife."

Embarrassed, Luozhu wiped her forehead, thinking to herself. No wonder they were so warm and friendly to her? They had already considered her their betrothed. If she hadn't married Tashi Langcuo, would they have turned their backs on her? Fortunately, fortunately, she made the right and wise decision.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Tashi Langcuo's deep and doting voice sounded above her head: "Sister, don't say that. Your sister Luozhu's skin is as delicate as a flower; she'll get shy."

Nonsense, most of the time I'm quite thick-skinned, okay? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to freeload at your house for half a year. Luo Zhu rolled her eyes inwardly, but silently buried her head in Tashi Langtso's chest. Damn it, being caught kissing her future husband by her future sister-in-law, she really couldn't possibly discuss personal and family matters without batting an eye.

"Alright, Brother Langtso, you can cherish your fairy Luo Zhu then," Gesang Zhuoma teased. "Azu asked you to bring Sister Luo Zhu home for dinner, I'm going to drive the cattle and sheep back first. Take your time, just remember not to miss dinner." The girl flicked her whip and gracefully drove the cattle and sheep ahead.

"You naughty girl." Only after the sound of the whip faded into the distance did Luo Zhu raise her head, spitting angrily into the distance. "Look at how excited she is, like she found a treasure. She'll definitely be gossiping to Azu and the others when she gets back."

"That's perfect, we don't even need to say anything." Zaxi Langcuo smiled and rested his head on her shoulder, taking a deep breath of the sweet, milky aroma of tea, and said contentedly, "Let's go home together, my fairy."

Her heart stirred, and she softly agreed.

Going home together meant she would soon have her own little home. Suddenly, she felt a surge of longing and anticipation for the future.

Chapter 005 Family Joy

When Zaxi Langcuo, wrapped in Luo Zhu, slowly made their way home, the house was already filled with laughter and warmth.

Zaxi Langcuo's home was a single-story house made of earth and stone, with a courtyard in the middle. The east room had a small prayer hall, and his Azu, Afghan, Afghan, and Afghan lived in the two main rooms. His brothers lived in the south room, his sister in the west room, and there were two storage rooms. The north room has been newly decorated and is currently empty; it will soon become the bridal chamber.

Stepping through the door, one enters a large hall with a roaring hearth fire in the center, around which the family sits cross-legged. Four low tables are set in front of them, on which are placed a mixture of potatoes and carrots boiled with ox bones, tsampa, and butter tea, all distributed according to the number of people. A large pot hangs above the hearth fire, brewing the coarsest tea. The air is filled with the pungent, yet warm, aroma of butter and milk.

Luo Zhu feels incredibly lucky to have been found by Tashi Langcuo from the start. Their family is at the top of the serfdom, paying far less in taxes. Although their meals lack meat, their lives are much better than other serfs; everyone is well-fed and has tea every day. Although the tea is of poor quality, it is rich in vitamins.

"You're back!" Tashi Langtso's grandmother, a sprightly old woman, greeted them warmly. Her white braids were tied back with a colorful ribbon, and her dark red face bore the marks of time, her wrinkled eyes gleaming with loving kindness. Upon seeing them, she was the first to warmly welcome them.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Grandmother," Tashi Langtso said apologetically, bowing slightly before turning to her parents sitting on the other side. "Father, Mother, we're so sorry we're late."

"Grandmother, Uncle, Mother, I've bothered you again," Luo Zhu followed closely behind, also bowing respectfully. "I'm so sorry we're late."

"Don't mention it, little girl. Your mother is overjoyed that you accepted Langtso's proposal. Come sit down next to Zhuoma,"

Tashi's mother said with a smile, waving her hand readily. She was a woman nearing forty, her face slightly aged than her actual age, but her features were well-proportioned, suggesting she had been quite beautiful in her youth. She had originally married two brothers; last year, her younger husband went hunting in the mountains and tragically fell off a cliff and died. Fortunately, her children were grown and able to work, and her surviving husband was exceptionally capable, and the family was relatively well-off; otherwise, it would have been difficult to support them.

Half a year ago, Langcuo brought home a lost girl from another village. The next day, he announced at home that he had fallen in love with her and no longer wanted to marry into the family, choosing instead to marry into the village. In this area, how many men would marry into the village? It would be a laughingstock! She, her father, and her grandmother were naturally furious and refused. But they couldn't resist Langcuo's unwavering determination, and the girl from another village was beautiful, hardworking, pure, and spoke with a melodious voice—truly charming—and ultimately, they granted Langcuo's wish. There was only one condition: for Langcuo to marry into the family, the girl had to agree herself; he couldn't force her just because he was strong and healthy.

For the past six months, Langcuo had proposed countless times, and the girl had rejected him countless times. They watched with growing anxiety, but couldn't interfere in the slightest. However, she had faith in her son. Langcuo was a renowned singer and hunter in the village, and he excelled at both farming and herding. This girl from out of town would eventually agree. Sure enough, Zhuoma returned from a trip with the good news, and the whole family was overjoyed for Langcuo.

"Anizi will soon be part of our family! Uncle has decided we're drinking tonight!" Zaxi's father patted the wine barrel beside him heartily, laughing heartily. He was about forty-five or forty-six years old, with rugged features and a full beard. Because of his exceptional skills, he had been chosen by the lord to manage the lord's livestock and sometimes act as a bodyguard. He appeared fierce, but was actually warm, generous, kind, and simple, and was highly respected in Namu'a Village.

In this era, barley wine, like beef and mutton, was a precious commodity, rarely consumed except on festivals or important occasions. Its being brought out now meant good news was happening in the family.

"Father's right, Brother Langcuo's good news deserves a celebratory drink!" Gesang Zhuoma loudly agreed, while Tashi Langcuo's two older brothers couldn't help but laugh and cheer, and the three younger brothers made funny faces and winks.

Luo Zhu's face flushed crimson instantly. He quickly bowed again, not daring to look at Tashi Langcuo, and strode over to Gesang Zhuoma, sitting cross-legged and awkwardly enduring her jubilant stare.

Tashi Langcuo, however, was much more thick-skinned than Luo Zhu. He scratched his head, chuckled, bowed to his ancestors, and then strode smugly to sit among his brothers.

"Stop laughing, stop laughing! Didn't you see that our Langcuo's little fairy face is all red?" Azu clapped his hands with a smile, silencing the children's laughter, and continued, "Tonight's drinking isn't just to celebrate Anizi accepting Langcuo's love, but also to celebrate Tsering and Zeren's fiancées being pregnant. In ten days, you'll have another sister-in-law."

"Hey, brothers, you're really something!" Upon hearing the good news, Tashi Langcuo excitedly shouted, giving each of his two brothers a fist bump.

"Congratulations, brother!" The three younger brothers followed Langcuo's lead, greeting their two older brothers. Deyang, eleven, and Gerong and Duorong, nine, were twins, all with thick eyebrows and big eyes, robust and spirited, possessing the characteristic fierceness of the highland people even at a young age.

Tashi Langcuo's two older brothers, Tsering and Zeren, were also twins, twenty-one years old this year. Their features resembled their mother's, and they were more delicate than their younger brothers, but they were also spirited highland men. Hardworking and simple, they were no slouch when it came to farm work and herding. Coupled with their good family background, the two young men, like Langcuo, were admired by many girls. It should be said that the Tashi family was the family that girls most wanted to marry into, and the only one who didn't know their worth was Luozhu, an outsider.

Stealing a glance at the two men happily accepting their brothers' somewhat rough blessings, their mouths almost stretched to their ears with smiles, Luozhu's lips twitched.

Here, men and women are relatively casual about sex before marriage, and it is common for women to give birth before marriage. After a man and woman are betrothed, the man can enter his fiancée's room at any time until he confirms she is pregnant, at which point the marriage can proceed immediately. Married women are expected to remain faithful, or face severe punishment. If the fiancée does not conceive within a year, the engagement is void, and the man can remarry. A woman who cannot conceive will either never be married and live a lonely life, or become a nun. Becoming a nun does not necessarily require entering a temple; one can practice at home with their hair intact.

It is believed that a woman faces more than one man, and not all men are infertile. If a woman does not conceive within a year, the problem is definitely with the woman. While living a lonely life and being forced into nuns are cruelties, in the harsh conditions of the high plateau, the propagation of the species is paramount. Women with children are nonexistent; women who have given birth are more sought after than virgins. Children born to the wife, regardless of blood relation, are loved by the husband as his own.

Different customs, different traditions! Only such a vast plateau could cultivate such a broad mind. Luo Zhu lowered his head slightly, and when no one was looking, he sighed and twitched his lips.

Under the guidance of Grandma Zaxi, everyone, regardless of age or gender, received a bowl of golden barley wine.

Tashi Aba, the head of the family, took a sip of wine, put down his bowl, and said earnestly to his sons, "Your great-grandmother and I have discussed it. Our family property is not small and can withstand division. Tsering and Tsering will each marry one wife, and Deyang, Gerong, and Dorjee will each marry another wife when they grow up." He then said to Tashi Langtso, "As for Langtso, I'm sorry, according to the rules, your father cannot divide any of your property, but your father believes that your brothers will take care of you when you need them most."

"No, the fact that my great-grandmother, father, and mother agreed to my marriage into their family is the greatest love they could give me." Tashi Langtso placed his right hand on his left chest and sincerely thanked them, "My greatest fortune is being your child and having a group of brothers who truly care for me."

"Eh, Brother Langtso, are you saying I haven't been sincere to you?" As the only girl, Gesang Zhuoma was pampered and had a somewhat willful personality. Upon hearing this, she immediately glared at him with displeasure.

“No, no, Zhuoma is the brightest gem in our family,” Tashi Langtso quickly waved his hand in denial, offering praise as he went.

“No matter how bright a gem is, it can’t compare to the fairy Luozhu in Brother Langtso’s heart,” Gesang Zhuomala pouted, pretending to be aggrieved, and tugged at Luozhu’s sleeve, asking for confirmation, “Sister Luozhu, do you think I’m right?”

Right my ass! Luozhu roared inwardly, but facing several pairs of well-meaning, teasing eyes, she was too embarrassed to say a word. She could only bury her head even lower, her face uncontrollably turning redder and hotter, hot enough to fry an egg.

The two girls’ different reactions drew another round of hearty laughter from everyone, and finally Tashi Langtso stepped in by singing a drinking song to defuse the situation.

"Bowls of wine raised high, brimming with affection and meaning. Wishing Grandfather a long and healthy life, wishing Father and Mother a long and happy marriage, wishing Brother..."

A uniquely deep voice echoed in the flickering firelight, swirling into everyone's hearts with the wisps of white smoke. Everyone clapped softly, humming along, their faces beaming with sincere and warm smiles.

Luo Zhu picked up her wooden bowl, took a small sip, and the sweet wine slowly moistened her throat, its sweetness reaching her heart. She put down her bowl and joined in, clapping and humming.

As time passed, she completely integrated into this large family. This home held the most sincere love from her elders and the most genuine affection from her peers, gradually filling her empty heart and giving her a rich spiritual world.

Chapter 006 Luo Zhu's Evening

Dinner ended in a lively and joyful atmosphere.

Tashi Langtso carried a large bucket of hot water and walked with Luozhu towards her mud-brick house.

The Tashi family knew that the girl from out of town liked to bathe, so every evening after brewing tea, they would fill a large pot with water and hang it over the stove to keep it warm. When the ashes burned out, the family would finish their dinner, chatting and singing, and the water would be hot enough for Tashi Langtso to carry.

The mud-brick house where Luozhu was staying was about two hundred meters from the Tashi family's house, next to their cowshed, backed by a small hill, with a winding stream not far to the right. The mud-brick house had two rooms and was originally used to store hay for the cattle and sheep during the winter. After Tashi Langtso took Luozhu in, she cleaned and tidied it up, putting in a few things to turn it into a simple dwelling.

Actually, the Tashi family had extra rooms, so taking Luozhu in wouldn't have been difficult. Firstly, Luo Zhu didn't want to be too dependent on others, and secondly, Zaxi Langcuo had announced from the beginning that he would marry into the family. If a woman didn't have a house, where would a man marry into the family? Therefore, Zaxi's parents didn't force Luo Zhu to stay. They simply had their three eldest sons combine the mud-brick houses, make them more sturdy, build a stove in the right room, and a small sheepfold with a small wooden shed on the right side of the house. They generously gave her a strong and healthy dairy goat.

In her twenty years of life, Luo Zhu had never received such generous and thoughtful help and care. Although she didn't know how much of the reason Zaxi Langcuo liked her was due to him, she was still genuinely moved. Her empty and cold heart gradually warmed and filled up with this help and care. It

was already pitch black outside, and the entire Namtso village was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog or the low bleating of cattle and sheep. The stars twinkled in the sky, their light illuminating the couple walking side by side on the ground.

"Luozhu, it's windy outside, wrap your headscarf tighter," Zaxi Langcuo said with concern, moving from her left to her right, using his strong body to shield her from the cold wind.

Luozhu noticed his gesture, a faint warmth spreading through her heart. She smiled and responded, pulling the headscarf tighter until only her eyes were visible. It was autumn, and the wind on the plateau carried a bone-chilling cold during the day; at night, the chill was even more biting.

"Soon, the first snow will fall," Zaxi Langcuo said, looking up at the brilliant starry sky and exhaling a puff of white breath. "When the dead of winter comes, the cattle and sheep will only be able to dig through the snow and ice, and without enough pasture, they will all starve."

"Will they freeze to death?" Luozhu thought of the 21st century, when television and newspapers reported almost every year on the enormous losses suffered by herders in snow disasters.

“Don’t worry, we’ve built a wooden shed, the cattle and sheep won’t freeze to death easily. Even if there’s a major snowstorm every ten years or so, only the old, weak, and disabled will freeze to death.” Tashi Langtso freed one hand and patted her shoulder with a smile. “Don’t underestimate them, their lives are actually much more resilient than ours.”

The climate of the 21st century has long been damaged and become extremely abnormal, with floods, droughts, and snowstorms almost every year. If we went back to ancient times, before the environment was polluted, the climate shouldn’t have been as bad as it is now. Thinking of this, Luo Zhu’s somewhat anxious heart slowly relaxed.

At this time, the two had arrived in front of Luo Zhu’s mud-brick house. Opening the door, Tashi Langtso lit a small butter lamp, carried the bucket into the right room, poured hot water into the bath tub near the corner of the room, chatted casually for a few more minutes, and then stepped out of the room.

"Be careful on the road," Luo Zhu said politely as she saw her off.

"I know," Zaxi Langcuo replied, a mischievous glint suddenly flashing in his bright eyes. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, he quickly stole a kiss on her lips. "My fairy, I'm off now."

"Ah—you're so annoying!" Luo Zhu exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise, glaring at the man before her with

a mixture of panic and fierceness. Seeing her embarrassed, angry, startled, and flustered expression, Zaxi Langcuo felt a surge of unease, a faint heat rising in his lower abdomen. Then, remembering that this beautiful fairy would soon belong entirely to him, he forcibly suppressed the restless heat, laughing heartily as he picked up his bucket

and ran into the night. Men are indeed such inferior creatures, taking advantage of kindness and pushing their luck! Back when she hadn't accepted his advances, he wouldn't even dare hold her hand. The moment she agreed, he started hugging and kissing her. Luo Zhu thought bitterly, slamming the door shut with a "bang." The howling wind outside was masked, as was the deep, embarrassing laughter.

Back inside, she picked up a large pot of goat milk, which she had boiled that morning with wild tea herbs to remove the fishy smell, and slowly poured it into the bathtub, stirring it gently with her hand. In the dim light, watching the milky white milk melt into the clear hot water, a sense of peace washed over her. She removed her robes, stepped into the bathtub, and immersed herself in the fragrant tea and sweet milk.

She didn't like drinking goat milk, but she adored the dairy goat, secretly adding its milk to her bathwater every day. She knew that in this era, in this village, such behavior was considered extremely wasteful and despicable. But now she couldn't watch TV, read novels, or watch movies; she couldn't chat online or play games; she couldn't bury herself in her studies; she couldn't go shopping or try new foods; she couldn't travel around like a backpacker anymore; she couldn't… so many seemingly ordinary things were no longer possible, and all her hobbies had been forced to be abandoned. What could she do after a day's work? Only by training and taking care of herself

could she develop a strong physique to adapt to the high-altitude environment. Every day, she would rise early to practice riding, archery, and combat with the brothers of Tashi Langtso's family, also reviewing the self-defense techniques she had learned, ensuring she had the strength to thrive in the high-altitude environment. In the evenings, she would soak in a bath of goat milk and wild tea or goat milk and wildflowers, recalling articles she had read online, and massaging herself. She would leisurely while away the time, her thoughts drifting and relaxing. Once the water cooled to a comfortable temperature, she would emerge from the tub, feeling a sense of ease, comfort, and languid languor from within. Her

wandering thoughts would gradually return, and she would rise from the cool bath. Stepping out of the tub, she would quickly dry herself with a towel draped over the rim and put on the fleece bathrobe that had been with her for a year. She would turn on the valve at the bottom of the tub, letting the water flow out through the connecting wooden pipe. This tub was made to her specifications by Tashi Langtso, making it very convenient to fill with water.

After brushing her teeth, she carried the oil lamp into the left room. Against the east wall was a low wooden bed, which she had asked Tashi Langtso to make, as she couldn't sleep on a thick felt mat on the floor. Her knee-length down-filled jacket lay on the inside of the bed. On a small wooden table beside the bed was a small wooden stand with a small stainless steel round mirror embedded in it. In front of the stand were a bottle of cream and a mint-flavored lip balm.

She was glad she had decided to trek to Medog after visiting the Jokhang Temple; otherwise, she wouldn't have been carrying all her hiking gear. She had a tent, sleeping bag, sleeping mat, essential supplies and medicine, a Swiss Army knife, hemp rope, a small pot, and so on. Because of these, she didn't have to ask for too much help or live too hard a life. She

quickly put her down jacket over her bathrobe. Although the room wasn't as cold as outside, it wasn't exactly warm either. People who have lived on the plains for a long time are most afraid of catching a cold when they go to the plateau. Although she had been here for half a year, she couldn't guarantee that her body had fully adapted to the high-altitude water and climate.

Sitting cross-legged on the felt mat, she carefully examined herself in the small stainless steel mirror under the dim

, yellowish light. The girl in the mirror had an oval face, arched eyebrows, and large eyes. Her nose was quite delicate and pretty, but her mouth was the most distinctive feature. Her upper and lower lips were like two rounded, full arcs, without any ridges or contours. The upper lip was slightly upturned, making it appear fuller than the lower lip. Lipstick was the least suitable color for her lips; the lip line was impossible to draw, and once the lips were covered, it would just be a blurry, unpleasant red blob. In the 21st century, an era of female beauty evolution and where perfectly surgically enhanced women were everywhere, her features were hardly considered exceptionally beautiful. At best, she was pretty and cute, with average looks. Not to mention those further away, just in her immediate vicinity, Gesang Zhuoma's features were much more perfect and beautiful, and there were many girls in the village with striking and defined features. I really don't know what kind of glaucoma Tashi Langtso has, that he keeps calling her a fairy and fell in love with her at first sight, even willingly marrying into her family.

Chapter 007 The Sound of Knocking on the Door at Night

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her hands gently stroked her pink cheeks. Could it be that he was attracted to her skin, so different from that of girls from the plateau?

Although she had one-quarter Tibetan ancestry, her skin was sensitive and didn't tan easily. Once exposed to the sun, her delicate, fair skin would turn red and sting, then begin to peel. After peeling, her skin would return to its original whiteness. It is said that people with this kind of skin are prone to skin cancer, so she was very careful about sun protection wherever she went, regardless of the weather. Having traveled to this ancient plateau, and having run out of sunscreen and without a parasol, she protected herself even more thoroughly. Her daily goat milk bath massage also strengthened the protection of her skin. Although she had lived on the plateau for half a year, her skin was softer, more delicate, and pinkish-white than before.

If she truly desired this skin, then she needed to take even better care of it. Not yearning for a passionate, fiery love didn't mean she was unwilling to marry, or to have a good husband whose eyes were fixed on her.

Her hands and feet began to grow cold; the warmth from the bath and massage gradually dissipated from her body. She quickly got up and stomped her feet and rubbed her hands vigorously in the room. This damn weather, this damn body! She was naturally more sensitive to cold than heat; once the weather turned cool, her hands and feet would become icy if she wasn't careful to keep warm. Winter was even worse; her steaming body would cool down almost instantly once she got into bed. Even after sleeping wrapped tightly in blankets all night, the bed remained lukewarm, and her limbs were ice-cold, making it difficult for her to sleep well. And to make matters worse, the temperature on this plateau rarely exceeded ten degrees Celsius in the height of summer, and it got even colder in autumn. If you were to ask her what she missed most about the 21st century at this moment, without a doubt, it would be an electric blanket that could keep her warm all night.

Tomorrow night, I'll take out my down sleeping bag and cover myself with my down jacket and thick blanket; that might make things a little better. If it gets colder, I'll use my fleece sleeping bag. If it gets even colder, I'll wash and clean my pet sheep, Mei Yangyang, whose potty training is pretty good, and use her as a sheep heater, sleeping with her in bed. The smell of sheep is terrible, but the bone-chilling cold of winter is even worse.

Once her hands and feet warmed up a bit, she didn't dare linger under the bed any longer. She quickly jumped onto the bed, took off her down jacket, and pulled the thick blanket over herself from head to toe. There's no cotton growing or silkworm raising here. People generally wear fur robes and woolen robes made of wool and yak hair, as well as a kind of coarse linen robe woven from wild hemp fibers. The cushions for sitting, the mattresses for lying down, and the blankets for covering themselves are all made of these three materials. For someone accustomed to pure cotton and silk, the rough, scratchy texture was a considerable pain, so she usually slept in a fleece bathrobe.

Silk and cotton from the Central Plains had long been introduced via the Tang-Tibet Ancient Road, but those were high-class goods enjoyed by the upper nobility and monks, luxuries inaccessible to the working class. She looked around and only saw lords occasionally strolling around in silk robes, showing off. Poor thing, the five thousand silver dollars she kept in the lining of her backpack were utterly useless—just a few dozen worthless pieces of paper! If only she could have bought a few more pieces of pure silver Tibetan jewelry in Lhasa before her transmigration! She regretted it so much! This miserable material life was just too miserable!

Luo Zhu, wrapped in a felt blanket, was immersed in deep regret. Suddenly, several "bang bang" knocks sounded on the door. Startled, she sat bolt upright, her ears perked up, on full alert without uttering a word. It was a dark and windy night, why was there suddenly a knocking on the door? This was the first time in six months that something like this had happened.

*Knock—knock—knock—*

The knocking started again, muffled by the howling wind.

"Luozhu, it's me. I saw the light through the crack in the door, so I knew you weren't asleep." After the knocking, Tashi Langtso's deep, cheerful voice came through.

Luozhu's tense body finally relaxed, but she was reluctant to leave the thick blankets. Sitting on the bed, she asked curiously, "Didn't you go home? What are you doing here again? Did you leave something here?"

"No, it's getting colder these past few days. I made a leather bag to hold hot water and put in the blankets to warm my hands and feet." Tashi Langtso gently knocked on the door again. "I forgot to give it to you when I took you home. I boiled some water and poured it in, and it's warm now. Open the door quickly, the wind is so strong outside, I'm freezing!"

A hot water bottle! A surge of joy welled up in Luozhu's heart as she longed for warmth in her blankets. She hurriedly threw off the blanket, jumped off the bed, and rushed to open the door, shouting, "Where? Where?" Ignoring the biting cold wind, she yelled at the strong man standing in the doorway, her hands already rummaging through his clothes.

Tashi Langtso let her search him, pulling her into the room and closing the door to keep the chill out.

"Here," he said, reaching into his robe and pulling a flat, brown leather pouch, which he placed in her hand.

The leather was slightly rough but incredibly warm; it was soft and wobbly, and a slight gurgling sound could be heard when it was shaken. Haha, it really was a hot water bottle! Luo Zhu was overjoyed.

"I have a hot water bottle!" she exclaimed, beaming as she held up the pouch and jumped onto the bed. After placing the pouch at her feet, pulling the blanket up, and preparing to go back to sleep, she suddenly realized that the man who had brought the hot water bottle was still in the room.

Uh, it seems she'd been ignoring him ever since she got the hot water bottle, not even saying thank you. A blush of embarrassment crept onto her face. Then she thought, Tashi Langtso is her fiancé now, he probably wouldn't hold a grudge for such a rudeness, right? She blinked and gave Tashi Langtso a dry smile, "Langtso, thank you for the hot water bottle."

"You're welcome. Doing things for my fairy is my greatest happiness." Tashi Langtso took two steps forward, flashing her a set of pearly white teeth. His masculine features were half bathed in the warm yellow light and half in the dim shadows, giving him a somewhat sinister look.

Luo Zhu smiled, "It's windy and cold outside, put on my robe and go home."

"It's windy and cold outside, I won't go home to sleep tonight." Tashi Langtso took two more large steps forward, his strong, tall figure standing beside the low bed, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Luo Zhu. A pair of eyes gleamed in the shadows, radiating a subtle aggression.

A sudden surge of defensiveness rose within Luo Zhu. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, trying to keep her voice steady: "My bed isn't big enough. You'll get a better sleep at home." Nonsense! Why was she opening the door to a man at night, letting a wolf into her house? Wasn't she usually so vigilant when traveling? Why was she so flustered and impulsive over a hot water bottle?

"The bed isn't big enough, so I can just hold Luo Zhu in my arms to sleep." Zaxi Langcuo crouched down, reaching out to touch her smooth, delicate face, his full lips curving into a gentle smile. "A hot water bottle can't warm every inch of your skin, but every night, my chest can warm every inch of your skin, giving you warm night after night."

"But I only need a hot water bottle, not you." Luo Zhu's scalp tingled, her heart pounding, struggling to suppress the urge to scream and commit indecent assault.

“Luo Zhu, my fairy, have you forgotten that you accepted my proposal today in the embrace of the grassland goddess?” Tashi Langtso stared at her earnestly, his gentle and bright eyes sparkling with passionate determination. “I hope you can get pregnant soon so that I can marry into your family and live with you for the rest of my life.”

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