"Can you walk? If not, wait a while." Shi Qian was too busy with his current situation to realize that she was completely imprisoned in his arms.
"There's no strength in my legs. I can't walk." Fu Sinian's voice sounded above her.
"Then stand for a while before trying to take a step."
"Yes." Fu Sinian looked down at her.
From his angle, she was really slender. Her shoulders were thin, but the curves of her back were exquisite.
He couldn't help but remember how it felt that day.
Shi Qian felt the strength in his arms slowly tighten.
Her face was almost buried in his chest.
She had never been so intimate with a man. A strange feeling rose in her.
Fu Sinian's chest was broad and solid.
As a child, she had lost her father's love. She especially envied other children, but riding on her father's shoulder allowed her to wheedle in his arms.
As a child, she often encountered her father's essays for propositions.
