"Move all these newly brewed wines to the cellar, and then everyone can take a break for a few days."
After instructing Xiao Dong, the exhausted Liu Limin stretched and prepared to go into her room to rest for a while.
She hadn't expected that as soon as she stepped in, she would bump into a not-so-broad yet very firm embrace.
Xia Hen swore he absolutely hadn't intended to take advantage of Liu Limin; he just wanted to quickly give her the vase in his hands when he heard her come in.
But he had to admit, Liu Limin smelled really nice!
Slap!
The wish to take in more of that scent didn't come true, as Xia Hen was abruptly awakened by a slap.
"Min Min..."
Holding his slightly burning cheek, Xia Hen pouted in grievance, just like when he was slapped by Ran Qing as a child, desperately needing a warm embrace to comfort his wounded soul.
