Fu Chen was in the arms of the man behind her. The man's slender hand turned her over, and his fingers were clasping the back of her head.
He held her in his arms.
Fu Shang's face was buried in the man's broad and slightly cold chest. She could smell the clean and clear scent of pine snow on the other party. It was very familiar.
Fu min's heart skipped a beat.
Was it him?
.. It should be.
Other than him, no one else could give her such a sense of security.
Fu min retracted his hand and the mist in his palm slowly dissipated. The world that had fallen apart returned to its original state and the twisted space returned to normal.
"Master, you're shocked."
The man's low magnetic and pleasant voice sounded like the sound of a harp. It was elegant, but also a little unnatural.
"...." Fu Shang was confused.
M-master?
What kind of embarrassing title was that?
What weird things did Jun Heng do this time?
