As she finished speaking, Ni Yang turned and walked towards the river.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Seeing her walk back into the river, the man was startled, and grabbed her wrist. With a swift jerk, he pulled her into his embrace. His one hand gripped hers, while the other wrapped around her slim, soft waist. The feeling of her softness and warmth in his arms momentarily stunned him.
He could clearly smell the unique, clean scent that emanated from her, like bamboo but not quite, mixed with the faint allure of orchids.
It was intoxicating, much like the mesmerizing allure of a poppy flower.
Ni Yang quickly regained her senses, immediately backing away to a safe distance as she explained, "I'm going to pick up the fishing trap. Don't misunderstand!"
"Ah," the man coughed lightly, "Well, I'll go with you."
He acted as though Ni Yang might fling herself into the river in the next second.
He considered himself a righteous young man.
