I Will Only Marry You

Yu Yan hurriedly retracted her hand, but her attention could no longer return to the screen. Her thoughts drifted to the first night they interacted intimately, and then to the scene where he forced her to hold hands.

The two of them had gotten a little too close to each other just now. He smelled quite good, and he gave off the faint fragrance of soap. As expected, she had to find someone from the city. Rural people worked in the fields all day long and were so dirty. They were unworthy of her.

At the thought of this, Yu Yan secretly glanced at Yao Nian from the corner of her eye. Yao Nian was good-looking to begin with. In the dark cinema, the screen emitted a weak light. Under this hazy feeling and the heart-fluttering sensation that had just been aroused, Yu Yan suddenly felt that the embarrassing touch just now was a little romantic.