Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan didn't care about anything else and quickly took off all his clothes which were completely wet and changed into dry clothes. Still feeling a little cold, he moved closer to the fire.

When he returned with a bunch of dead branches in his arms, he caught a glimpse of a water-red figure sitting on a big rock in the distance. She was wearing a thin spring outfit and the breeze was blowing.

Under the flickering light of the fire, the girl's graceful curves were vaguely visible, with a pair of smooth and white feet exposed. Her long black hair was loose, and she was using his outer robe to wipe her hair. The black hair was half dry, but she was too naughty to listen to her. Some of the hair stuck to his outer robe, and some stuck to her cheeks...

Her brows were relaxed, and under her small and delicate nose, her snow-white teeth gently bit her pink lips. She seemed to be thinking about something, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

He suddenly felt dry in the mouth, and to avoid embarrassment, he simply coughed.

Anan looked up and saw it was him, so he immediately put down his robe and hurriedly stood up: "Did you find Xiaofu?"

He glanced at the ground, motioned her to sit down, threw the firewood on the ground, walked over and sat down opposite her, and whispered, "Uncle Jue is leading people to look for her at home, and Qin Jun is leading people to look for her outside. It will only take half a day, and she can't leave Yongning Guard. As long as she is still in Yongning Guard, Xinyun Manor will be able to protect her no matter what happens, so you don't have to worry too much."

Strangely enough, although it was just a sentence, Anan felt extremely relieved. She was relieved half of her heart. Seeing him staring at the fire absentmindedly, she smiled evilly and moved towards him quietly.

He immediately came to his senses and stared at her feet with a frown.

Anan pouted and suddenly wanted to play a teasing on him.

"Does it look good?" She stretched out her bare feet, gently lifted them towards him, and hooked her toes.

Before he came back, Anan was still complaining that Jiuling only brought her clothes but didn't bring her shoes and socks. She was afraid that she would have to sit here barefoot and go back in wet shoes. Now she was glad that she didn't wear shoes.

This kind of plot of hooking up with a domineering CEO is often used in soap operas and it always works, so she might as well give it a try. Anyway, there is no way he has ever seen that kind of thing.

I thought he would turn away in disgust as usual, or retort with cold words, but this time he did not step back. Instead, he stepped forward and directly grasped her foot.

Anan was stunned for a moment, and then he flirted with the other person. This time his face turned red involuntarily, and he felt sad. He had always thought that he was an honest man who didn't understand romance, but who would have thought that he was an expert in it. Although he had never watched soap operas, he must have practiced it too many times with real emotions!

Before she had time to get even more angry, she realized that she was wrong. In this round of confrontation, the sourness didn't matter; the sourness and excitement were what was satisfying.

She had already imagined countless scenes of him living a life of debauchery and enjoying life, but he held her feet intently and rubbed her ankles skillfully and seriously, without any intention of showing any mercy, which made her grimace in pain.

His darkness was particularly noticeable against her fair complexion, his hands were huge, his movements were decisive and ruthless, and his face was covered with thick beard, which made him look even more terrifying under the flickering firelight.

But Anan could sense his worry very clearly and couldn't help but smile sweetly at him.