Before Shen Yanhe could extricate herself from Fu Yanhe's embrace, the man whose eyes had been tightly closed suddenly opened them, his pitch-black pupils staring intently at her, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, he took the initiative and retorted, "You want to run away after hugging me?"
A blush emerged on Shen Yanhe's delicate and fair face, she moved slightly back, trying to leave his embrace, "I'm, I'm sorry."
Given how restless she was in her sleep, it was indeed possible she had snuggled into his arms after Fu Yanhe went to bed.
"Wait a moment." Fu Yanhe's hand, which had been on Shen Yanhe's waist, suddenly tightened, pulling her soft, warm body back into his embrace once more.
The soft body pressed snugly against his cool one, so intimately it seemed as though they were a couple deeply in love.
