The young woman's body was full and soft, her scent reminiscent of orchids and lotuses. The faint, sweet fragrance became a thousand invisible threads, twining around his nose and causing his already weak-kneed body to melt into a puddle of mush.
Cui Junrong snickered, reaching a chubby pig's trotter of a hand toward Chen Wanqing. "Hey, beautiful..."
A vein pulsed on Zhao Jing's temple. Without a second thought, he yanked Chen Wanqing behind him, rolled up his sleeves, and landed two hard punches on Cui Junrong.
Cui Junrong's shriek instantly echoed down the entire street, attracting the attention of many people strolling in the evening air, as well as vendors carrying their poles and preparing to head home.
Seeing a commotion, everyone swarmed over to watch.
By the time Cui Junrong's attendants realized the situation had escalated and tried to hoist their young master up to leave, they were already hemmed in by the crowd.
