Before Shen Yanhe could finish her sentence, Fu Yanhe was already walking in her direction.
His profound gaze locked onto her as his slender fingers with distinct knuckles casually loosened his tie.
Shen Yanhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but step backward as her heartbeat quickened.
Before she could move back a few steps, Fu Yanhe had already approached her. With an outstretched arm, he wrapped it around her supple waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the bed.
Shen Yanhe's cry of surprise was still in her throat when it was silenced by Fu Yanhe....
It was hard to tell how much time had passed.
When Shen Yanhe finally came to her senses, it was already the middle of the night.
She felt weak all over, her fingers and feet numb, lying languidly on the bed with no desire to move.
