Fu Yanye's movement stopped, and his dark eyes looked at her again as he commanded, "Say it again!"
"If I'm willing to fall for you again, could you please not do it recently?"
When Zhuo Jian asked this, her face was already red with shame.
She wanted to be an upright person!
But clearly, she no longer had the chance!
Fu Yanye's gaze, sharp as a knife, gradually softened, and his grip on her relaxed, merely whispering softly, "Never say a heartless word to me again."
He didn't want to hear it.
"Okay!"
Fu Yanye's hand reluctantly moved out from her clothes but couldn't help pressing against her forehead and gasping softly, murmuring, "Say something nice to me now."
Something nice?
Zhuo Jian couldn't come up with anything.
His sudden childlike gentle voice left her somewhat at a loss.
Fu Yanye kissed her lips and then murmured unwillingly to part, "Say you like me!"
Zhuo Jian found him strange.
What was nice about that?
He didn't seem like someone who lacked confessions.
