The car door closed, and soon after the car drove away, the two of them entered the building.
Fu Yanye carried her directly to the second floor without stopping.
On the large bed, he set her down gently, letting her sit on the edge of the bed while he knelt in front of her, his hands moving from her calves to under her skirt as if it were second nature, a clear desire in his eyes as he asked softly, "It's a bit cold outside, shall we warm up with a bath?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him warily, her hand grabbing his that was roaming under her skirt. She wanted to scold him but couldn't help laughing instead, whispering even more softly, "You go soak yourself."
Fu Yanye gave her a rueful look, then leaned in to kiss her rebellious lips, slowly standing up while continuing until he had her lying down on the bed.
"You're delicate, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'll join you."
"..."
"For free!"
"..."
"No interest charged."
