Yang Cheng looked embarrassed and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to, I was just afraid you'd get hurt!"
"Then why don't you quickly take your hand away!"
Yue Ying's voice was soft and gentle, just like her name, even when angry, it was very pleasant to hear.
"Oh."
Yang Cheng snapped out of it and quickly took his hand away, though he felt a bit reluctant. Although her chest was not large, it felt good to the touch, and none of the village women wore bras, so you could easily feel the firm buds with just a touch.
Yue Ying's cheeks flushed, and she pursed her somewhat pale lips, suddenly speaking, "You saved me and touched my body, you must marry me!"
When she was injured and disoriented, she saw Yang Cheng, who was trying hard to stop her bleeding. Seeing this handsome young man, she was moved.
"Ah? That's not possible."
Yang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, quickly waving his hand, looking flustered.
