The chairs in the movie room were single-person sofas.
Shen Yanhe was almost entirely embraced in Fu Yanhe's arms, their distance extremely close, their breaths intertwining with each other.
She could clearly feel his breath.
Shen Yanhe's thick curly eyelashes trembled slightly.
A few seconds later, Fu Yanhe asked her again in a gentle voice, "Yanyan, is it okay?"
His voice was naturally pleasant, and now deliberately softened, increasing its charm, wrapping around her in strands.
Shen Yanhe's cheeks burned hot as she tried to remain calm, looking at him in the darkness, "It's okay... I guess?"
No sooner had she said these words than the hand on her waist tightened suddenly, pulling her even closer into his embrace, his movements revealing a restrained yet compelling strength.
Fu Yanhe lowered his head and gently grazed her cheek, "Then please take good care of me from now on, girlfriend."
From now on, she was his, Fu Yanhe's girlfriend.
Not Fu's wife.
