Fu Yanye quickly brought water, and, seeing her still seated there, let out a sigh of relief. He handed her the water, "It's just the right temperature to drink."
"Thank you!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye moved his face directly in front of hers.
Zhuo Jian instinctively retracted her neck, but she soon pressed her soft lips against his.
Fu Yanye, however, suddenly froze.
After Zhuo Jian kissed him, she asked, "Isn't that enough?"
Fu Yanye gazed at her with a questioning look, "What crazy idea are you thinking of now?"
"Hm?"
Zhuo Jian was dumbfounded by the question.
"Why did you kiss me?"
Fu Yanye asked her gravely.
Zhuo Jian's eyes fluttered, inexplicably feeling guilty. She cautiously asked him, "When you moved your face closer, wasn't it for me to kiss you?"
Having spent so much time together, she thought he understood what that gesture meant.
Or did he not?
Fu Yanye's brow remained furrowed, but he didn't deny it.
