"Mmm, I won't laugh, unless I can't help it ..." Wen Sheng pursed her lips, her eyes curved.
"Wen Sheng!" Fu Yanlin gritted his teeth.
"Hahahaha..." Wen Sheng found Fu Yanlin's annoyance cute, "But, Fu, it really is a bit funny!"
Fu Yanlin reached out to hug her waist, tickling her senses as punishment, "No laughing."
"Um... itchy! Fu, not cool!" Wen Sheng desperately tried to escape, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong... please spare me."
Having become intimate over time, Fu Yanlin had mastered Wen Sheng's weaknesses. He knew her vulnerable spots.
A few gestures later, Wen Sheng nestled into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Wearied, she asked, her breath warming his neck, "I'm curious, you wrote so many love letters to me, then you just gave up without getting a response?"
Fu Yanlin paused, taking awhile to respond, "No."
How could he give up that easily?
How could he give up that easily?
Wen Sheng, filled with curiosity, asked, "Then what happened?"
