Li Jiaoman was unaware of Wang Chen's presence standing behind her.
She thought that after Wang Chen had washed his face, he would definitely sit down to rest.
So when she turned around and threw herself into Wang Chen's embrace, she couldn't help feeling suddenly caught off guard and flustered.
Before she could collect her thoughts, Wang Chen's strong arm had already encircled her slender waist.
As his arms tensed, Li Jiaoman almost uncontrollably lurched forward, pressing tightly against Wang Chen's chest.
The firm, well-defined muscles and that distinctive masculine scent made her eyes flicker, bringing with them a sensation of her heart rippling.
"I remember you used to call me 'little wild rabbit,' didn't you?" Wang Chen looked down, gazing at Li Jiaoman with a smile.
Li Jiaoman looked up and met Wang Chen's intense gaze, her lips quivering, "That... That was a nickname those young widows in the village gave you.
