Seeing her tears, Chen Dashan felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He had known she had a husband who disappeared, but he never expected it was for such reasons.
"Don't worry, Sister Zhao, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone bully you!"
Brother Chen's large hands pulled Zhao Jiayao into his embrace, gently patting her back, trying to soothe her emotions.
The firm and warm chest gave Zhao Jiayao a comforting warmth.
She managed a smile through her tears and said, "Little brother trying to play the protector for his sister…"
"Little?"
"Do you really think I'm that little, Sister Zhao?"
Chen Dashan's large hand moved from her back to her firm buttocks, and then to her stomach.
Zhao Jiayao blushed, her body leaning against Chen Dashan's shoulder: "Have you been sneaking around outside? Your clothes have another woman's scent."
Chen Dashan frowned, recalling the scene of treating Qin Xuan.
