Fu Qinglun carried the woman in his arms, walking inside the room with steady footsteps. Lin Shiyu's arms were still around his neck and kissing him clumsily, he lowered his head and advanced from taking a passive stance to being the one taking the initiative, and in that moment, they were inseparable.
This kiss continued in the quiet room, but it was abnormally intense. Nothing could be heard except the sounds of their lips against each other as their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.
After an extended period of kissing, Lin Shiyu was cast on a soft surface and she stretched her arms out, attempting to hold onto the sheets, but all she could grab onto was… the couch.
They were on the couch?
He didn't place her on the bed but on the couch instead.
