Chu Yang and Li Yuru excitedly embraced each other.
The four acres of Atractylodes they had personally planted were now yielding such a great harvest, filling them both with tremendous excitement.
"Chu Yang, the growth rate of the Atractylodes is much faster than we had expected," Li Yuru said.
"Given the current growth rate, we might be able to harvest the Atractylodes tomorrow, or the day after," Chu Yang replied.
Li Yuru's face was only a fist's distance away from Chu Yang's chin.
Chu Yang could feel the fragrant breath that Li Yuru exhaled as she spoke.
He looked down at Li Yuru in his arms and couldn't help but kiss her.
"Mmm..." Li Yuru's eyes widened, and her hands clutched Chu Yang's arms tightly, trying to push him away.
Chu Yang held Li Yuru's waist firmly, making it impossible for her to break free from his embrace.
Initially, Li Yuru instinctively resisted the forceful kiss.
But as time passed, Li Yuru became proactive and bold.
