“I can’t breathe anymore.” Shen Liwu pursed her lips slightly, as if she was savoring the kiss just now.

Zhou Yanjing sat next to her, his eyes gentle and a faint smile on his lips, obviously in a good mood.

The wind blows gently through the fields, bringing a hint of coolness.

"Actually, I enjoy your jealousy, but I also understand it." Just as he was worried that she would leave him at any time, he still remembered that she had a boyfriend before, but he went abroad and had not returned yet.

He was worried that someone was coveting her, and he was also worried that when that person returned to his country, she would regret marrying him and threaten to divorce him. She became as indifferent as before and avoided him everywhere.

Zhou Yanjing's gaze fell on the cornfield in the distance. The golden leaves swayed in the setting sun, as if they were coated with a thin layer of golden light. His fingers drummed unconsciously on his knees, his thoughts drifting away.

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Liwu turned to look at him, frowning slightly, “What are you thinking about?”

He came back to his senses, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he reached out and held her hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips, "I'm thinking about you."

Shen Liwu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she muttered softly, "Liar."

Zhou Yanjing's smile deepened, and he moved closer, speaking in a low voice, "Really. I was wondering how I would be able to sleep tonight."

Shen Liwu: “…”

She bit her lower lip and glared at him fiercely, but her eyes could not hide her embarrassment.

"Why are you always so dishonest?"

Zhou Yanjing smiled meaningfully and gently pinched her palm with his fingers, "How am I not serious? I am just telling the truth."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of teasing, which made Shen Liwu's heart skip a beat.

She curled her fingers slightly, trying to break free from his hand, but he held it tighter.

He stole a kiss on her face, feeling satisfied and happy.

"Stop it..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum, with a hint of begging for mercy.

Zhou Yanjing's smile deepened, and he stared at her face with burning eyes, "I want to kiss you, and I can never kiss you enough."

Shen Liwu watched as people passed by from time to time on the path, and she didn't dare to make a big move.

"You should restrain yourself a little."

"T."

Zhou Yanjing stopped teasing her. He stood up, brushed the dust off his trouser legs, turned around and walked towards the cornfield that had not yet been harvested. His movements were steady and powerful. The sickle in his hand drew an arc in the air, and the corn stalks fell down with a slight cracking sound.

Shen Liwu looked at his back, and a warm feeling inexplicably surged in her heart.

That's her man. He's full of strength. His bulging biceps are full of power, and his eight-pack abs make people blush and their hearts beat fast. She lowered her head, her fingers twisted together unconsciously, the blush on her face had not yet completely faded. The air around seemed to become thick, and even breathing became difficult.

When she thought of his strength in bed, she couldn't help but think in that direction.