Lady Yichu was held in Ruo He's embrace, her face flushed red, and her eyes closed, not daring to open them.
Ruo He was too anxious, walking swiftly on the ridge of the field when he carelessly slipped, tumbling forward.
Worried about crashing into Lady Yichu, he deftly held her and flipped over, making himself the cushion.
Suddenly off-balance and scared, Lady Yichu's eyes shot open, her hands instinctively clutching at Ruo He's clothes before she could process what was happening, she found herself lying on top of Ruo He, with her little mouth accidentally bumping against his.
Lady Yichu: "..."
Ruo He: "..."
Both of them stared wide-eyed at each other, both dumbstruck.
Granny Lei: "..."
It was over; now, the third son had truly tarnished Lady Yichu's innocence.
It looked like she would have to find a matchmaker to propose a marriage when she got back.
