"Why hesitate? It's not like you haven't touched it before!"
Fu Yanye suddenly stepped forward.
The hand that Zhuo Jian was extending toward his pocket immediately retracted to her back, and she awkwardly smiled at him, "Never mind, you wouldn't deceive me!"
Fu Yanye's intimidating black eyes fixed on her, "Maybe we should search, just in case? After all, you don't trust me that much, do you?"
Zhuo Jian looked up and recalled the past entanglement between the two of them; she immediately stepped back even further, "No, no need! I trust you!"
She did not want to be accused of seducing him again!
Fu Yanye lowered his head to approach her, coming close enough that their breaths mingled, then spoke to her in a low voice, "It's not that I won't let you search, it's your blind trust in me!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes in confusion to look at him, but because they were so close, when his long eyelashes brushed against her skin, her legs weakened and she fell backward.
