"When did it start?"
His voice was low and deep, with a strong sense of seduction.
However, Zhuo Jian's mind suddenly went blank, and it took her a long time to utter two words, "Forgot!"
"Forgot?"
The man frowned dissatisfiedly, his lips punishing her with a few kisses before he ordered softly, "Try to remember as soon as possible, okay?"
"Okay!"
Zhuo Jian agreed with difficulty.
Fu Yanye watched as she was so tormented she lost all temper and laughed in satisfaction, kissing her even more gently the next time.
After the bath, he carried her out, dried her hair, then quickly dried his own with a few blasts from the hair dryer before tossing it aside and pressing her onto the bed, flipping open her robe.
"Two more days."
His breath was a bit unstable as he looked at her shy demeanor and reminded her.
"Hmm?"
Zhuo Jian was a bit dizzy, barely able to speak.
"The wedding!"
Fu Yanye reminded her, and the next second, he nibbled on her chin.