"..."
Zhuo Jian was overwhelmed by his sudden and intense questioning.
"I have never treated other women like this!"
Fu Yanye, seeing her finally not so aloof, continued.
"Is it because you don't dare? You're afraid of hurting her, you..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to remind him, but her mouth was quickly sealed.
Fu Yanye kissed her hard, and after letting go, he declared, "I really hate your mouth."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's mouth ached from his kisses, and he said he hated it?
And why kiss if he hated it?
Zhuo Jian pushed him hard with both hands against his chest, but the next second, her wrists were forcefully grasped, pulled behind him, and she ended up in an embrace.
Fu Yanye held one of her hands tightly and used the other to hook around her neck, forcing her into a forceful kiss.
The door was knocked, and the old butler's voice came from outside, "Young Master, you left your mobile outside, there's a call."
