Chen Yu was a typical woman from the Jiangnan Water Village, with a tender and charming demeanor. Her voice was delicate and melodious, her skin as fair as jade, truly a gem among people.
Zhao Tienan licked his lips, his eyes completely fixated on her.
If Chen Yu hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have snapped out of it.
"Um, I'm a bit big, you might need to bear with me a bit..."
Zhao Tienan slowly walked over and gently embraced Chen Yu in his arms. This petite beauty was just over five feet tall, her head buried deep in Zhao Tienan's chest, like a shy little quail.
Adorably captivating, gentle and soft-spoken.
"Mm, then be gentle, I'm a little scared..."
Chen Yu nodded obediently. Ever since she graduated from college, she'd never had any close contact with any man, nor had she witnessed the fierce nature of northern men.
