Looking at the strange smile brimming on Liu Cuihua's face, Wang Chen's pupils contracted again.
At this moment, the night was pitch-black, and the entire village was so quiet it seemed as if time had come to a halt.
In this empty house, with just a solitary man and a widow in such a posture at this time, even a fool would understand Liu Cuihua's intentions.
As Wang Chen came back to his senses, he immediately intended to refuse.
But Liu Cuihua didn't give him the chance at all. Having gone through the trouble of completing all the preliminaries and finally finding such an appropriate moment to be alone with Wang Chen, how could Liu Cuihua easily let the meat at her lips slip away?
Before Wang Chen could act, Liu Cuihua, who had been propping herself up with her hands on the wooden plank, suddenly relaxed her arms, falling directly into Wang Chen's embrace.
