Gu Nian couldn't help but swallow, wondering if Fu Jingshen was even capable of having a pleasant conversation anymore.
Where had the high and cold man, who used to be unmoved by all her teasing, gone?
Seeing Gu Nian's face turn as red as a ripe apple, undeniably cute, Fu Jingshen followed up with, "Seems like I was not precise enough... Not just the bed, the bathroom, the couch... It seems... as long as it's just you and me, any place can be used to get in a little practice."
Gu Nian: "..."
She really couldn't stand it anymore.
Gu Nian quickly extended her little hand to cover the man's lips, whispering, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about that anymore."
If he went on, she would truly be so embarrassingly red that she couldn't face anyone.
"Mhm."
Fu Jingshen held Gu Nian's little hand, kissed it with affection, and then murmured, "Go sit down and play with your phone or tablet for a while, I need to deal with some work... After all, I am working now, working for you, Mrs. Fu."
