Bella Woods watched as the man climbed in through the only window in her room, stepping on the ladder.
The man wore simple clothing, a white shirt and black pants, but with his collar unbuttoned, it was a revealing sight as he flipped in, dazzling the eyes.
It wasn't until he walked up to Bella Woods, took her hand, and kissed it, that she came out of her shock.
She hurriedly pushed him away: "Are you crazy?"
She instinctively glanced to the side.
On the other side of the wall was Oliver Hughes.
Clearly upset with Bella Woods earlier, he was now kicking the wall forcefully several times: "Bella Woods, listen to me, someone as rustic as you, don't think that being with me for four years or even forty years, I'd ever touch you."
"What do you think you are, some kind of catch? Has no one told you, after four years, the countryside stench on you hasn't faded, do you know you smell terrible?"
