It had only been three or four days after the vasectomy… How was he going to hold it in?
"You really want to know whether I can do it or not?" He picked up her jaw. Moving closer, Lin Shiyu came up on her tiptoes, kissing his lips before her hand traveled down from his waist…
Fu Qinglun's breathing got heavier, he held her slim waist, pulling her closer against himself.
Whatever, it wasn't good for his health if he continued to hold it in either. He turned around, pressing her against the shiny window.
Lin Shiyu was reminded of the night in Mexico, the endless panting and moaning in the room. The same erotic scene that appeared in her dreams frequently, and she recalled it. It was him.
"Fu Qinglun…"
She called his name softly.
Fu Qinglun was stunned. What did she just call him?
Fu Qinglun?
After she lost her memories, she only knew him as Mr Smithson. Unless… the old Shiyu came back.
Had she recovered her memories?
