There was a village five kilometers away from the capital city. Because it was surrounded by a stream, it was called Little Stream Village. In a four-sided courtyard house in Little Stream Village, a girl of 13 or 14 years old was tilting her head to clean her wet hair. At this time, the sun had just risen, and the sun shone on the girl's body, as if it had cast a layer of golden light on her.

She had an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, and small and rosy lips. Her skin was white and tender as if it could be squeezed out of water. Just as the girl tilted her head to wipe her long hair, with a "clang", a little boy of eight or nine years old opened the door and ran in in a panic.

"Aunt, quick... Uncle Jun has arrived at the village entrance."

The girl's big almond-shaped eyes seemed to be suddenly dyed with light, as bright as stars. She lifted her feet and crossed the threshold. She walked to the door with small steps and looked back at her panting nephew and asked, "Am I so dignified? Very elegant? Very beautiful?"

The little boy nodded and said, "Lotus has just rushed over."

Hearing this, the girl didn't know what to do. She lifted the hem of her skirt and ran out. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm just out of breath!"

The little boy saw that the girl had run to the door and reminded, "Aunt, your hair hasn't been combed yet! Your clothes haven't been changed yet."

"It's too late. A man is going to be taken away. What are you doing?" She had been coveting Shen Jun for more than ten years. Now that they had grown up, they could get engaged. At the crucial moment, they had to keep an eye on Shen Jun. Otherwise, it would not be worthwhile to be seduced by a lotus.

The young girl trotted all the way to the village entrance and saw two men and a woman standing under a big locust tree at the village entrance. One of them was Shen Jun, the scholar she had been missing for half a month. Standing behind him was his manservant, Shen An. Of course, the one who stopped them was the lotus flower in her nephew's mouth.

Looking at Shen Jun from afar, the young girl smiled before she could say anything. She was a sweet girl to begin with, and her smile made her even more sweet. She ran and shouted, "Brother Jun!"

With his back to her lotus, he turned his head and looked at the girl with disheveled hair running toward them. A trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he naturally kicked a round stone under the girl's feet with his right foot.

Seeing that the girl stepped on the stone, the lotus girl showed a triumphant smile on her face. She secretly cursed in her heart, "Look at you, you can't even bark when you fall."

The young girl stepped on the stone and slipped, but she couldn't stop her feet at this time. Her hands quickly blocked her face, and she could fall anywhere. However, she couldn't fall on her tender face. The expected pain didn't come, instead, she fell into a warm and firm arms.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at the handsome face in front of her. She ignored his tightly furrowed eyebrows and held the young man in her arms. "Brother Jun, I missed you so much. I want to hug you."

When the warm fragrance entered his arms and smelled the unique milk fragrance on the girl's body, Shen Jun felt as if he was holding a stove in his arms. His whole body was hot and dry, and he suddenly pushed the girl away. Behind them, the lotus was surprised and opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg into it. As for Shen An, he had long been used to this scene. There were ten thousand horses galloping in his heart. He envied and envied his young master, but he was still jealous of him. If there was such a childhood sweetheart in the village who was thinking about him at all times, he thought that he might run faster than his young master when he came back. Unfortunately, he didn't. He glanced at the lotus with a big mouth from the corner of his eyes. He felt that Miss Jiang would have a hard time in the future.