Fu Yanhe pressed his entire weight onto her.
Shen Yanhe exclaimed softly, staggered by his weight, and both of them fell onto the soft carpet.
When they fell onto the carpet, Fu Yanhe's large hand protected the back of her head, preventing her from getting hurt.
Shen Yanhe looked at the man enveloping her beneath him.
Fu Yanhe was also looking at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
Her slim fingers moved slightly, holding her breath slightly.
This position...
Was too ambiguous.
"Sorry," Fu Yanhe propped himself up with one hand, his voice calm and steady, "I didn't stand firm just now, did you get hurt?"
"No," Shen Yanhe shook her head slightly and raised her hand to support his chest, "You, you should move aside first, let me get up, then I'll help you."
This position, being too close, was too dangerous.
Fu Yanhe didn't move.
The man looked at her with a heavy gaze.
