Fu Shiyan's voice was deep and hoarse, laden with desire and unmistakably suggestive.
Shen Feiwan's heart fluttered slightly.
It was hard for anyone to resist such seduction.
Shen Feiwan was somewhat flustered with indignation.
What did this jerk have besides good looks?!
Yes.
He also had money.
A lot of money.
"If Madame strongly insists, I am not opposed to fulfilling my duties as a husband." Fu Shiyan straightened his posture.
He had already given Shen Feiwan her medicine for the moment.
He was wearing a white shirt.
He apparently hadn't showered yet.
The buttons on his shirt were done up to the third one.
One could vaguely see his chest, appearing and disappearing.
Fu Shiyan's well-defined fingers were on his button, elegantly and unhurriedly unbuttoning the rest.
Shen Feiwan, somewhat nervous, was watching Fu Shiyan.
Watching his smile, it was clearly fraught with danger.
Shen Feiwan suddenly kicked at Fu Shiyan's face.
Damn you for being so good-looking!
