Shen Yanhe endured the numbing pain on her shoulder and struggled slightly, "Yanhe..."
Fu Yanhe didn't speak, but one hand reached from behind her, clasping her wrist and pinning it to the bed while his other hand gently pressed on her waist.
The next second, Shen Yanhe felt a sharp pain on her shoulder.
"Hiss—!"
The pain on her shoulder made Shen Yanhe gasp for air, as her entire body was pressed onto the bed by Fu Yanhe. Her confined wrist moved slightly, her voice muffled, "Do you belong to the dog year?"
Biting so hard.
Fu Yanhe released her, looking at the round and pale shoulder with a bite mark left behind, his brows moved slightly, and he said methodically, "Interest collected before the punishment."
Knowing she was at fault, Shen Yanhe buried her face into the pillow and didn't move anymore.
Fu Yanhe sat on the bed with her, his warm hand intermittently stroking her hair, his eyelashes slightly drooping, his face contemplative, "Who is the chief of 094?"
