Wen Yulan pressed her lips together, her face a picture of conflict.
Faced with such predicament, she felt overwhelmed, always on her guard.
After hesitating for a moment, she eventually didn't resist. Zhang Xian was a man of his word. If she resisted his friendly arm around her, who knows if he would really smack her shapely butt in the middle of the street?
"That's more like it!" Zhang Xian chuckled and, wrapping his arm around Wen Yulan's fragrant shoulder, inhaled the faint scent wafting from her. He visibly relished walking in a certain direction.
Wen Yulan felt a bit ill at ease. But since Zhang Xian didn't go overboard, she could begrudgingly accept it.
Having been divorced for several years, she felt a bit odd about suddenly being embraced by a man and walking on the street. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it.
