This little wench is really too detestable. If Yang Mimi weren't around, Wang Daniu would definitely not indulge her—he'd play her to death for sure.
But now Yang Mimi was lying on his shoulder, so Wang Daniu dared not make too much of a commotion.
He could only reach out and pinch her lower back, silently warning her to behave herself.
Don't think Wang Jiaojiao looked nothing like a woman in her forties or fifties at all. Her skin was even more delicate than that of Wang Daniu's sister-in-law—it's no wonder she dared to brazenly seduce men.
They say a woman at forty is like a tiger, and her own husband, Liu Defu, had long been unable to satisfy her needs. It wasn't easy to run into Wang Daniu—how could she willingly let him go so easily?
Wang Jiaojiao was pondering how to get some alone time with Wang Daniu away from Yang Mimi when the rain suddenly stopped.
"Big Bull Brother, it's stopped raining," Yang Mimi was the first to get up, and the snug embrace immediately dissolved.
