Shen Yanhe didn't avoid his touch for the first time and obediently let him caress her.
Her eyes slightly drooped, yet her heart felt an indescribable loss due to what he had just said.
Was it just because… duty?
Fu Yanhe keenly sensed the change in the girl's emotions. His narrow eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at her and suddenly asked, "Do you want a hug?"
Her current look resembled a stray cat that had seen its former owner buy a new cat.
Pitifully so.
Shen Yanhe was startled for a moment, subconsciously lifting her head to meet his deep black eyes.
Fu Yanhe's gaze was gentle and steady, lacking any of the darkness and irritability she had felt when she first approached him.
As if possessed, Shen Yanhe nodded her head and extended her arms to him, "I want a hug."
The next moment, the man leaned forward, embracing her tightly in his arms.
The unique sandalwood scent of the man became intense, enveloping her entirely.
