"Huan'er, are you still angry with me?" The man helplessly stared at the frail woman in front of him with doting eyes.
"No." The woman turned her back to the man and could not see the man's eyes.
"Huan'er, be good, Huan'er, please come back to me, okay?" The man stretched out his hand, twisted the woman over and bent her forehead against hers.
"Public women dare not..." The woman pushed the man away, "Your Highness, you respect yourself."
"Huan'er, are you blaming me for what happened in my last life? Wouldn't you be touched if I chased you all the way here?" The man felt distressed and put his big hands on the woman's petite face.
"Folk women don't dare." The woman replied calmly, ignoring the gloom in her heart.
"Huan'er," the man held the woman in his arms, "if you meet me in this life, you won't be able to escape."
Under the cherry blossom tree, the petals are flying, and there is a beautiful person under the tree. Can you feel at home?