Just as she walked into the living room, she bumped into Cen Juan, who was walking over from the opposite side. The man was still wearing the shirt from last night. His seductive appearance was so beautiful that he did not look like a real person.
Seeing him reminded Fu Ting of the kiss last night, when her face was red and her heart was beating fast. She glared at him angrily, then ran to the dining table to eat.
Cen Juan put a hand in his pocket and chuckled softly. He walked over to sit opposite Fu Ting at a leisurely pace. He propped his chin on his hand and called her softly,"Listen ~"
Fu Ting kept a straight face and did not respond, so he continued to call her tirelessly. His slightly hoarse voice sounded like a seductive vixen.
Fu Ting was so annoyed that she covered her ears, looking like she was very resistant to communicating with him.
