But before her lips could touch his, they were separated by his long, slender palm.
His thin lips came close to her ear, his voice cold and mocking, "Don't touch me here, because, I find it filthy."
Wen Yuci's complexion instantly turned pale as frost.
The moment Fu Ziyuan pushed the door open, Fu Yunshen carried Wen Yuci into the bathroom.
He pinned the slender frame of the woman against the doorframe.
Wen Yuci's mind was still buzzing, and the echo of his words "I find it filthy" was still resonating in her mind.
She thought that after so many years, whatever he did, he wouldn't be able to hurt her anymore.
But those three simple words from him left her defenses shattered again.
Her heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
It was as suffocating as it was uncomfortable.
Fu Yunshen stared at the woman with the pale face, taking her in seriously for the first time since they had met again after five years.
