Long Aixi's purpose for coming this time was all too clear, his emotions seemed to be blooming at any given moment, no longer as restrained as before. Every action, every glance, unfailingly conveyed his feelings, passionate and bold, carefree and unrestrained.
But Xia Dabao suddenly thought, she shouldn't be too timid, why should she be scared?
Indeed, she hadn't made up her mind. Before doing so, should she really be scared of him?
Thus, she quickly readjusted her mindset. After calming herself down a bit, she said, "You're talking about cutting fish grass, right? I'll go do it right now."
She wanted to leave, but Long Aixi stood in the doorway, showing no intention of moving out of the way.
He had grown much taller over the past two years, standing in the doorway like a wall, making her feel quite oppressed.
"Aren't you supposed to come with me to cut fish grass? I can't leave with you standing there," Xia Dabao said.
