Watching Wang Xiaolong prepare to mount his horse, a hint of blush rose on Xiao Mei's pretty face.
At this moment, she felt both bashful anticipation and a faint trace of fear.
Although inexperienced, she had heard about the matters between men and women from some neighbors, guests, or seen something about it online.
But Wang Xiaolong's "Xiaolong" was quite different from what she had seen and heard.
So that trace of fear made her close her tender eyes and then slowly reopen them, whispering as softly as a mosquito, "Can... can you hold me?"
Wang Xiaolong pursed his lips into a smile and did not refuse her request.
He tightened his right hand slightly, pulling Xiao Mei into his embrace by her slender waist.
Xiao Mei, not knowing if it was from nervousness or being entranced, wrapped her long beautiful legs around Wang Xiaolong's waist as she got up.
