Chen Wenjuan went limp and snuggled into his arms.
However, Chen Jian Country didn't see her expression—
Pah!
Rely on you to give me a good life? What kind of good life? A life where even eating a bite of meat has to be calculated and haggled over?
Wenjuan has fought so hard for so many years, how could she be content with this?
But she softly said:
"Brother Jian Country, are we going to live here? Will we be discovered?"
Chen Jian Country frowned but quickly relaxed:
"Don't worry, Niu Hong's family is coarse and careless; they won't notice these details at all."
He tenderly stroked the woman's face in his arms:
"Rest assured, you won't have to pretend to be just my sister anymore."
The place where his fingers touched felt smooth, Chen Jian Country couldn't help but laugh and say, "Your skin is still better, not like Niu Hong, rough every day like something else..."
