Looking at the pale hand extended toward her, Deng Yuyuan still hesitated.
In this era, shaking hands between men and women wasn't common, and the man's gaze looked as if he wanted to devour her alive...
Meng Deyin didn't give her much time to waver. Seeing her standing still, the impatient man could no longer maintain his gentlemanly veneer. He strode toward her, encroaching on her personal space like a ravenous wolf. His large hands clamped around her waist, slowly tightening until Deng Yuyuan was entirely embedded in his embrace.
He acted just like a travel-worn husband who had finally returned home to see his cherished little wife.
Deng Yuyuan widened her slightly upturned almond eyes in shock. At a glance, she spotted Zhang Ci Hao standing in the doorway, holding a basket in his hand.
