Sweet Berry. Bitter Cucumber

In the village, where summer smells of berries and freshly cut grass, passions are far from a joke. I’ve been here for only a day, and they’ve poured milk on me, nearly poisoned me, and barely didn’t cripple me.

Pitchforks! Imagine this: she wanted to do it with pitchforks!

This village Amazon with a long braid, sparks in her eyes, and mouthwatering curves nearly killed me. And I decided to stay and get revenge, to show her that I’m not some kind of city fool, as she thinks. But… something went wrong, and now I can’t tear myself away from her and I don’t want to leave.