This redwood bench is not wide, his stature tall and imposing, as he sat down, Ning Xiaoxian felt the confined space instantly became cramped, filled to the brim by his figure. Her heart felt clogged, she lifted the blanket over her knees, intending to jump off the bench.
How could Changtian let her run away? A stretch of his long arms, and he embraced her back effortlessly: "Just been out for half a day, how come you're changing your face?"
"Let go," she muttered, "I have a lot of things to look at."
He stretched out his other hand to pick up the booklet that fell on the bench and glanced at it: "Why would you look at this?" His tone carried a hint of understanding.
"I messed up your deal with Tianling Pavilion, now I have to think of a way!" She pouted, reluctantly.
"Oh, how did you mess it up?" The breath of the delicate body in his arms was unstable.
She huffed, "You ask knowing full well."
