"Isn't that so? Not wearing clothes, kneeling before me, if it's not seduction, what is it?"
Zhuo Jian refuted.
Fu Yanye chuckled lightly and said, "Baby, this isn't seduction, this is courtship!"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Her face turned even redder, and her heartbeat quickened!
Fu Yanye, seeing this effect, smiled at her with satisfaction, pinched her chin, captured her lips, and sucked on them as he followed her tilting body down to the side.
The reason why Zhuo Jian tilted to one side was merely to dodge his minty kiss.
But as she fell, so did he, and that's how they ended up in this position, with him pressing her into the cramped sofa.
He stayed in a kneeling position, but if there were anyone to blame, it was his too-long legs.
Zhuo Jian had a particular fondness for her small sofa at home, never thinking there was a problem with the sofa.
