They had known each other for over twenty years!
Before they divorced, he kissed her!
In that moment, engulfed by his fervent kiss, Zhuo Jian's heart thundered, her brain ceased functioning.
Fu Yanye was undoubtedly dominant in this aspect, imperious, treating her like prey within easy reach, ravaging her relentlessly.
Zhuo Jian's hands frantically pressed against his chest, but soon moved away due to the searing heat, touching the cold ladder behind her—she sobered up a little, but no matter how she moaned, it was all swallowed by him.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind, "The person who loves you kisses you very gently!"
Like the prelude to a storm, he kissed her until her legs weakened, nearly losing consciousness.
The phone in Zhuo Jian's bag rang, adding an unusual sound to the originally ambiguous and unrestrained small space.
Fu Yanye's kiss gradually stopped.
His large hand caressed her face but lingered without moving away; he was breathing, and he was watching her.
