Silence is tantamount to consent.
Fu Yanye gripped her wrist tightly, and seeing her silence felt that he had no way out with her. So he uttered the defeated words, "Let's just call it quits! We are indeed not suitable for each other!"
Zhuo Jian instinctively looked up at him. Had he finally figured it out?
Come to a realization?
She suddenly felt elated, but before she could clap and agree with him, he pulled her into his embrace, "Have you been waiting for this sentence for a long time?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Knowing this, why doesn't he let go?
Why did he pull her into his arms again?
Zhuo Jian was in an awkward position and unable to struggle.
If she moved carelessly, she would probably end up lying across his lap.
Fu Yanye noticed her embarrassment and pulled her again.
"Mmm!"
