"You already had a shower, didn't you?"
"I need to take another one."
Fu Yanye walked up to her and pinned her against the wall.
"Cold!"
Zhuo Jian instantly closed her eyes tightly from the chill of the tiles behind her.
Fu Yanye's warm palm reached behind her, and viewing her lips wet from the water, he made sure her skin avoided contact with the tiles as much as possible, his thin lips covering hers without any hesitation.
A piece of music that didn't belong in the room started playing, causing Zhuo Jian's heart to quiver. She immediately pinched his shoulder to remind, "Your phone is ringing."
Fu Yanye didn't care and kissed her again, swiftly shifting from her lips to one side.
Zhuo Jian leaned sadly on his shoulder, her voice growing more hoarse, "It might be something urgent, you should answer the phone first."
She was just taking a shower, and she didn't even know if the shampoo had been washed out.
Fu Yanye didn't care about that, he just quickly picked her up.
