Fu Rongrong's little hand was caressing his muscular chest. Fu Qinglun promptly grasped her wrist and flung her hand aside.
Ah!
Fu Rongrong gave a shrill cry and collapsed onto the floor wretchedly.
Fu Qinglun sat up. His wound was still hurting distinctly. His handsome face was as white as a sheet of paper and his vision swayed as he felt out of touch with reality.
"Fu Qinglun, Fu Qinglun…" He heard a pleasant voice.
Fu Qinglun turned his head and his eyes landed on Fu Rongrong's face. At this moment, Fu Rongrong's face had morphed into Lin Shiyu's ravishing face.
No.
It was not.
It was not Shi'shi.
Fu Qinglun shook his head vigorously. He wanted to maintain sobriety but he knew what was in the "Aphrodisiac Scent". This Fu Rongrong was dying to sleep with him and would do anything and everything.
