Upon hearing Chen Nan's explicit words and smelling the intense masculine scent on his body, Wang Churan's heart suddenly rippled, and her breathing grew even more rapid.
She tried to break free from Chen Nan's embrace, but how could she, with her strength, break free from his restraint?
Not to mention, Chen Nan's right hand had climbed onto her perky buttocks.
Though through her clothes, she could clearly feel Chen Nan's strong and scorching hand.
That hand seemed to possess some sort of magical power, making her body become limp and collapse into Chen Nan's arms.
With a hazy look in her eyes, she looked at Chen Nan and spoke urgently, "My husband wants to ask you for a favor."
"What favor?" asked Chen Nan with a face full of curiosity.
Wang Churan mentioned her husband's idea of expanding their market stall.
Chen Nan looked relieved.
For ordinary people, expanding a market stall was not simple, but for him, it was something he could do with just a little talk.
After all,