Su Xiaoxiao's scalp tingled, and she reflexively grabbed the person's arm and threw them over her shoulder, slamming them to the ground.
A miserable shout echoed, followed by a delicate female voice: "Wenbing brother, it's me."
Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly lit the oil lamp in the room, finally realizing that the person who had been messing with her was Yang Chunyan.
Yang Chunyan hadn't yet realized what was wrong, wearing only a thin top and with her hair down, she propped herself up: "Wenbing brother, it hurts, can you help me up..."
Su Xiaoxiao awkwardly scratched her head and walked over to help her up.
This Yang Chunyan too, why didn't she light a lamp in the middle of the night?
Yang Village hasn't installed electricity yet, so oil lamps are still mainly used for lighting.
Under the flickering flame, Yang Chunyan's gaze fell on the fair hand holding her arm, and her expression froze with surprise as she looked up: "Su Xiaoxiao? Why is it you? Where's your brother?"
