"Miss Wen, you have to make up for the days I practiced self-control," Fu Yanlin's thin lips curved slightly, his deep voice firm, "Even one time less is not acceptable."
Wen Sheng thought back to their days in Yuncheng, muttering under her breath, you didn't exactly hold it all in either, there were quite a few movements big and small.
Fu Yanlin found her pouty gesture adorable beyond words, his heart softening at the sight. He pulled Wen Sheng into his arms, bent down to kiss her forehead, his doting gaze admiring her clean, delicate face as he coaxed, "Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap first?"
Nestled against his arm, Wen Sheng shook her head slightly, "No, you haven't finished your story yet."
Fu Yanlin's eyes darkened, gazing at her while squinting, "Asheng, if there's anything left in my story that still bothers you, it's my failure."
"Hmm?"
