CHAPTER 351: CHAPTER 157: TRUTH OR DARE

If Wen Maixue opened the door and went out, she would see the wondrous spectacle of a snowstorm filling the sky, the outside world already dark, but the white snow made the night brighter than day.

The Alpine stars, unaffected by the blizzard, were scattered across the sky, calming the restless and anxious hearts of people.

If Wen Maixue had opened the door and escaped, Olson, that arrogant Frenchman, would have encountered two noble and strong women from Z country in just one day.

The wind blew in, and snowflakes hit Wen Maixue’s face, wet hair from alcohol plastered onto her cheeks, unable to flutter anymore.

The ruthless blizzard made Wen Maixue’s steps falter; she turned around and closed the door, her eyes drastically changing from fear to determination, then to shrinking back and finally succumbing.

She softened like snow under the summer sun, wiping her face with the back of her hand, trying to regain her beautiful appearance in front of Olson, hoping to garner his sympathy and to be forgiven for all her childish mistakes.

Olson still stood there, like the logs burning in the fireplace, emitting countless sparks, waiting to melt away Wen Maixue’s pride.

After cleaning her face, Wen Maixue’s hands moved downward, shedding her clothes; her skin spasmed again upon touching the air, her pupils completely devoid of spirit, she could barely focus on Olson.

Her clothes fell to the ground, leaving some friction marks on Wen Maixue’s skin, now only covered by her underwear—a deep purple bra and triangular panties.

Her figure wasn’t slender, but compared to the average Western woman, she appeared very delicate. The flame cast an enticing reddish glow on her body, like a waxed floor, drawing the gaze of men.

Olson took a few steps closer, his arms covered in dark brown hair, circling around Wen Maixue’s body, his pupils dilating and contracting as if under the influence of stimulants.

He pushed aside Wen Maixue’s bra and once again pressed her beneath him. His arms and rough fingers stripped off all of her clothes.

Wen Maixue closed her eyes, then quickly opened them again as Olson said viciously, "Keep your eyes open, I want you to see clearly." His hand harshly slapped her sensitive spots, and Wen Maixue dared not close her eyes again, she could only watch her body undergo humiliating changes under Olson’s violation.

The wool carpet underneath scratched her back, the heavy weight of the man deformed the carpet, Wen Maixue moaned softly, keeping in rhythm with Olson.

After Olson finally roared, he collapsed to the ground; he was old and didn’t last long, but he just wanted to torment Wen Maixue like this, still pressing on her even after collapsing, his hands with dark brown hard hairs gripping her chest, refusing to let go.

As the drug’s effects gradually wore off, Wen Maixue lay on the ground, snow outside the window had stopped, and she knew the snow had become contaminated. She dared not imagine tomorrow, but tomorrow would inevitably come. She had made her choice, hadn’t she? At least, she would still be a Countess deserving of respect afterward.

After the snow ceased, the avalanche also came to a quiet halt. In the mountains, the avalanche crushed many trees and makeshift shelters. Besides the Cedar Forest area, the only place deemed relatively safe was the mountain nook Pello had previously chosen.

Pello, using his experience, chose a good spot in the shortest amount of time. Some snow had entered the mountain nook, but because the narrow mountain crack suddenly shrank, the snow didn’t pour in excessively, trapping the two inside.

When Su Ziceng woke up, it was pitch black in front of her. She reached out and felt that a piece of cloth was tied over her eyes.

"Don’t move around. Your eyes can’t be exposed to the snow glare; you need to be isolated from light for a while," Pello walked around in the small depression, he knew they had to stay there for quite some time before the snow melted and the rescue team arrived.

The road blockage caused by the avalanche might continue for several days, and they couldn’t rashly venture out at this time. The final option was to wait in place.

Su Ziceng obediently waited in place, Pello’s tone seemed unchanged. After listening to her recent confession of love, how could he have no reaction at all?

There was a dragging sound beside her; Pello seemed to be pulling something.

In the depression, there was dead silence; Pello walked away again.

"Pello?" Su Ziceng couldn’t sit still anymore, she disliked waiting in place like this, such lonely waiting was just like when she attempted suicide, it made her feel very desperate. Back then, it was a world of red, but now it was even worse, a world of white.

"I’m here," Pello ran back from a distance, he saw Su Ziceng standing alone, her fingers groping beside her, quickly turning red from the cold.

Pello watched from afar for a while, waiting for his breathing to stabilize a bit before walking over, but he didn’t approach Su Ziceng and kept some distance from her.

He was still in shock now, not because of the avalanche, nor because Olson discovered his identity, but because of Su Ziceng’s previous words: "I love you."

He had forgotten how he felt when he heard this, he subconsciously responded with a truth. Would Su Ziceng still cling to his hand tightly if she knew that truth now?

"Where is this? Can we get out?" Su Ziceng calmed down after touching Pello’s hand, as long as Pello stood beside her, she felt genuinely at ease. After experiencing a matter of life and death, Su Ziceng felt that both she and Pello had opened up their hearts to each other.

"In a depression. The roads nearby are all buried in snow. Before the rescue team arrives, we have to stay here for at least three or four days," Pello checked Su Ziceng’s clothes; because he had protected her earlier, Su Ziceng’s clothes were still in good condition, only a slight scrape on her face.

"Three or four days?" Su Ziceng still tightly held onto Pello’s hand, staying in the wilderness and amid snowstorms for three days.

"Don’t worry," Pello just built a shelter with his bare hands using dry branches. Protecting against the wind and snow in the open air is important, as long as they can keep their body temperature, relying on snow for water, they should be able to survive these three or four days.

"With you here, I’m not worried," Su Ziceng boldly embraced Pello, listening to the steady heartbeat in his chest, just hearing Pello’s heartbeat gave her a sense of comfort.

Pello looked at her unconsciously raised corners of the mouth, his eyes darkening further. This sudden avalanche, instead, played into his hands; Pello believed that now, no matter what he asks Su Ziceng to do, she would agree without hesitation. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)