Wen Sheng was left dazed by his kiss and couldn't think clearly. Her pale face flushed a lovely shade of pink, making her look even more adorable.
She tried to catch her breath, her eyes were hazy with a fog of feelings she could not hide, although she could not see it herself.
But it was quite clear to Fu Yanlin.
It made him itch with desire.
He held Wen Sheng's waist with one hand and lifted her chin with the other. Her lips were slightly swollen, all his doing, "Did you hear me?"
"..." Wen Sheng pressed her lips together and didn't reply.
"Answer me!" Fu Yanlin's voice grew slightly louder, as his hand pinched the soft flesh of her waist.
Wen Sheng felt wronged, "Why should I?"
"Wen Sheng, you can't get away with everything just because I like you—I can tolerate anything, but I absolutely can't tolerate you being with other men, not even standing with them, let alone being intimate."
