Xia Guifang's heart overflowed with happiness and joy. Seeing her silently lost in thought, Wang Xiaoqiang turned to stare at her and asked, "Little Fang, what are you thinking about?"
Xia Guifang's cheeks flushed slightly as she replied in a whisper, "Thinking about nothing?"
Xia Guifang was wearing a white sweatshirt, paired with a purple skirt below. The white signified purity, while the purple exuded charm, complementing her fair skin.
Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself, not only was Xia Guifang the belle of Sanmiao Village, but even in the Provincial Capital, where beautiful women were aplenty, she would definitely attract a lot of men's attention.
Since they were quite close, Wang Xiaoqiang could clearly see her long neck, as graceful as that of a swan.
He quickly averted his gaze, but her charming figure kept popping up involuntarily in his mind.
