Opening the door would undeniably be letting the wolf in.
Wen Sheng refused.
Fu Yanlin bit her earlobe, "Defying me?"
Wen Sheng didn't respond to him.
"Then I'll find the key myself..."
Having said that, Fu Yanlin began searching for the key on her.
But that wasn't searching for a key; it was obviously...harassing her.
Wen Sheng felt numb all over.
He was getting more and more outrageous.
She felt like a piece of fish on a chopping board, being tormented by his "touches" before being sliced.
At the critical moment, Wen Sheng gave in, opened the door, and let the wolf in.
Fu Yanlin embraced her waist and pressed her against the cabinet in the entrance, conveniently closing the front door.
His tall figure cast a dark shadow on Wen Sheng's face. The intimidating pressure was overwhelming. He was still wearing the black suit from the afternoon meeting. Under the refracted light at the porch, he emanated an unruly yet restrained aura.
