As Shen Yiguang had said, he didn't take it any further.
He just held her in his arms, his head close to hers, and she could even hear him softly sniffing her hair before he said in a slightly deep voice, "Minmin, did you wash your hair with scented soap? It smells so good!"
"Stop talking, I'm really tired," Minmin Yang Peimin shifted uncomfortably forward and immediately felt the man behind her inhale sharply, which frightened her into stillness.
Since she had agreed to marry, she knew that sooner or later this would come, not that she was being prudish. Her family in her previous life had been overprotective; if the television showed even slightly suggestive scenes, her parents would quickly change the channel, forbidding her to watch. In high school, fearing she would fall in love too early, they even had her cousins escort her to and from school.
