Jiang Yan's cheeks instantly flushed a dazzling crimson upon hearing Chen Nan's words, her shy and moving beauty resembling the splendid peach blossoms of spring in full bloom.
She feigned anger, glancing at Chen Nan with eyes full of playful rebuke, and petulantly said, "You're the only one whose mouth is so poor."
The words carried a hint of reproach, yet there seemed to be a sweet spring flowing in her gaze; her shyness rising like wisps of smoke.
Chen Nan's lips curved into a tender smile as he gently took her delicate hand, drawing her gently to sit beside him, his arm naturally wrapping around her slender waist.
Jiang Yan snuggled into his embrace like a little bird leaning on a person, the two of them leaning against each other, quietly gazing at the clear lake before them, lost in the brief yet beautiful tranquility and warmth.
"Do you have a particular fondness for this kind of pastoral life?" Jiang Yan asked, cocking her head and looking at Chen Nan with curiosity.