Ding Fan felt the warmth from his hand and couldn't help but feel a bit troubled, his eyes seemingly unwittingly glanced at Chai Er. With her fine brows and delicate forehead, her big eyes glittered, her nose was exquisite, and her lips were alluring, but her fair face was tinged with a hint of blush, evidently from drinking.
Ding Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart; Chai Er's appearance might not be enough to bring down a nation, but it was certainly enough to captivate a city, like fish sinking and geese falling.
Chai Er did not notice Ding Fan's gaze, her eyes intently fixed on the road ahead. Her beautiful eyes turned to Ding Fan, cautiously saying:
"Young Master Ding Lin, this road is uneven, be careful underfoot."
The voice resembling that of a dutiful young wife reached Ding Fan's ears, and Ding Fan gave a gentle smile. Suddenly, Ding Fan realized that there was a small sunken pit underfoot, and just as he was about to remind her, it was too late.
"Watch out!"
"Ah!"
