Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 469: This is the first time she has seen such a handsome boy.

When she opened her eyes again, the star-filled night sky came into view.

The girl found herself lying in a pile of hay. She tried to move but realized that her entire body ached and she couldn’t get up.

Noticing her movements, the boy by the campfire walked over.

The girl turned her head warily, and when she looked up, she saw an impeccably clean and flawless face—delicate and handsome, like a snow lotus blooming on an icy mountain.

She had never seen a boy so beautiful before.

Furthermore, there was an innate elegance about this boy, a refined demeanor that no ordinary village child could possibly possess.

The girl was momentarily dazed, but since she didn’t know if he was a friend or foe, her eyes gradually filled with vigilance. Her hand instinctively groped for a stone beside the haystack.

The boy noticed her wariness. He crouched down slowly in front of her, his deep eyes reflecting the campfire’s glow, sincere and captivating.

"Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you."

The boy looked straight at her as he spoke, his voice incredibly soothing, carrying an indescribable gentleness.

The girl still remained on guard. She instinctively scooted backward, but her body ached the moment she moved, and she couldn’t help but frown and cry out softly in pain.

"Are you alright?"

Worry flashed across the boy’s brows as he asked hurriedly.

The girl looked at him and said nothing, though her intense vigilance and defensiveness from earlier had noticeably lessened. She could sense that the boy before her wasn’t a bad person.

She withdrew her hand and silently hugged her knees. Her small frame was trembling slightly in the night breeze.

Seeing this, the boy suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Come over here. It’ll be warmer by the fire."

His rolled-up sleeve revealed a pale forearm, with long, slender fingers that were distinct and well-formed.

The girl couldn’t help but marvel—how could even his hands be so beautiful...

Dazed, she followed him over and sat down by the campfire.

The warm light of the fire drove away the chill. The girl felt a little less cold. As she glanced down, she noticed that the boy hadn’t let go of her hand. Feeling somewhat flushed and annoyed, she struggled lightly.

The boy slowly released her hand, a gentle smile always lingering at the corners of his lips.

In the distance, the sky had begun to lighten slightly, hinting that dawn wasn’t far off. The fresh scent of grass and wood lingered in the air, and the campfire illuminated their youthful, tender faces.

The girl felt an overwhelming sense of having narrowly escaped death. The tension she had held onto for an entire day and night gradually eased, and slowly, her heavy eyelids began to close...

The boy turned his head to see her head nodding up and down as she dozed off. His eyes brimmed with a soft smile. He reached out, gently letting her head rest against his shoulder.

In the glow of the campfire, the girl’s face was clearly visible. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly like butterfly wings, and though her face was streaked with dirt, it in no way diminished her charm.

At some point, the girl stirred and blearily opened her eyes.

In her haze, she realized she was nestled against a warm embrace, held securely by a pair of arms.

Was this a dream?

She wondered. But her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and she sank back into sleep.

...

Just as the first light of dawn broke, the girl was abruptly startled awake by the sound of a wolf’s mournful howl.

She jolted upright from the boy’s embrace, realizing that the campfire before them was nearly extinguished. In the forest, a cluster of eerie green points of light had appeared at some unknown moment. Those lights were steadily closing in, accompanied by the low growls of wolves.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here," the boy said firmly, gripping her hand tightly and shielding her behind him.

The girl had never seen so many wolves before and was so terrified that she was on the verge of crying, but she held back with all her might.

Because if she cried, her big brother might get distracted.

She watched as the boy slowly bent down and picked up a dagger that had been lying beside the campfire.