Ye Ge involuntarily put down his book.
In the past, he often heard his brothers discussing women, tossing out who was a virgin, who was not. They claimed they could tell at a glance. Ye Ge didn't know how they came to such conclusions and found it all unfathomable. Of course, he never delved too deeply into it.
But now, he inexplicably understood.
Before he had officially done anything with Nan Feng, she was innocent, her words and deeds crisp and decisive. Ye Ge found her adorable and attractive then. But now, she was like a blooming flower, exuding a seductive charm. When she laughed, she gently raised her graceful neck, when eating, she naturally closed her small mouth, sometimes she'd squat down to count ants in the mud and lightly brush her hair behind her ears...
Thus, every gesture, every smile, was imbued with the charm of a young woman.
If Ye Ge fell for a resilient and lovable girl in Da Ping village, he was now infatuated with a small woman radiating rich charm.
