Liu Yuhan transmigrated in an instant, finding herself in a destitute family in an era plagued by scarcity of food. See how Liu Yuhan stays true to her original aspirations and thrives in ancient t...
"What's your name?"
"Huo Dong." The low voice came again.
Liu Yuhan finally broke down. She couldn't help but throw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Huo Dong, I'm Xiaohan. It's you, right? You came over, didn't you? How come you don't recognize me..."
Liu Yuhan seemed to have thought of something. She ripped open his shirt and pulled down his pants. There was indeed a conspicuous red birthmark on his inverted triangle waist. It was him! It was him!
"Calm down a bit." Huo Dong pulled the woman away from him. Was she crazy? She even pulled his clothes off!
"Yan Ping, it's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't remember me now."
Liu Yuhan bit her lower lip and forced herself to calm down. Huo Dong opened the car door and took a tissue.
"for you."
"Thank you, sorry."
Liu Yuhan wiped it with a tissue, took a deep breath, handed him the tissue and sunglasses, and said to him: "Hello, Huo Dong, my name is Liu Yuhan."
Liu Yuhan didn't wait for his response and returned to the car. Just when the three thought she was about to leave, she suddenly called out to them.
"My grandparents live in this village, and there are people in the village who can repair cars. I guess you don't have a place to eat at noon? Do you want to go to my grandparents' house for dinner?"
"Beauty, is it okay?" Li Cheng was very happy.
"Of course, my grandparents are hospitable people, and you are not bad people."
Huo Dong looked at the water stains on his clothes, then looked at the face that was already smiling, and nodded inexplicably.