Cen Juan had always been coquettish in front of Fu Ting. He had never behaved properly before, and Fu Ting had never felt his fragility like this before.
For some reason, it was as if a thorn had gently pierced through Fu Ting's heart.
Fu Ting knew very well that her heart had long fallen for Cen Juan.
She patted the man's back gently and asked in a soft voice," What did you dream about?"
Cen Juan didn't say anything, but the breathing sound beside the girl's neck became deeper.
Fu Ting's little face twitched." If you don't tell me, you're not allowed to touch me."
"It's nothing." Cen Juan's voice was lazy and casual." I remember when I was beaten up in the orphanage. It was quite scary."
Fu Ting had never suffered since she was a child, except for the three years after her father's death in her previous life, which was a little difficult. But in the end, she had never come into contact with darkness.
