Chen Wan'er whimpered, wanting to argue, but Zhang Xiaomeng still kissed her, which left her feeling suffocated for a moment.
This damned Zhang Xiaomeng, she had intended to trick him but ended up playing the clown herself.
This bad guy, stinky thing.
Whimpering, it's over, now her reputation is ruined, and she's become Zhang Xiaomeng's woman. These people definitely won't listen to my explanation; I can't wash this off.
She had lost both her dignity and her leverage.
"Cough cough, Wan'er, Xiaomeng, after all, this is my house—Zhao Youzhi's place. Please be mindful of your image. Besides, so many villagers are watching," said Village Chief Zhao Youzhi as he came out.
"Yeah, that's right, that's right."
Upon hearing this, Chen Wan'er's face burned with embarrassment. Usually, she might have a bold way of doing things, but right now, she truly wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it.
