Chen Mo stroked the millstone, looking into Xiao Ya's eyes: "Doesn't Xiaoya like Brother Mo?"
"Ah, no." Afraid of being misunderstood by Chen Mo, Xiao Ya quickly explained, then lowered her head and murmured softly, her face flushed: "Brother Mo, it's still daytime, and I... I haven't even entered the door yet."
"Don't be afraid, I just..." Chen Mo grabbed Xiao Ya's wrist, the two of them exchanged gazes.
She was a bit shy, scared, yet also something expectant.
Her eyes darted around, and her trembling lips showed her rapid breathing. Chen Mo slowly leaned in and kissed her.
...
Boli Kingdom.
An island two hundred li long, shaped like a gourd, sat in the vast sea. The white waves surged, and the blue boundless sea was dotted with hundreds of ships, densely anchored on the shore.
On the shore, the people of Boli Kingdom held up baskets woven from vines, eagerly waiting for the people on the ships to come down and exchange goods with them.
