It was as if a hurricane had swept through, stirring things up inside and forcing her to retreat step by step—yet there was no escape!
Not only her small tongue, but under his assertive dominance, could only passively dance and spin along with him.
Even more so, because he was pressing her against the bridge railing, to keep from falling into the river, Anning had no choice but to extend her arms, clutching his robust waist tightly. From a distance, these two people didn't look like they were quarreling, but rather like a couple sneaking away for a secret rendezvous!
Especially since the man was tall and handsome, and the woman in his arms, fair and delicate, matched with the flowing water and willows swaying in the river breeze—the scene was simply too beautiful for words!
