Fu Chenshang sighed with regret, biting her tender skin on the neck, "Really can't do it?"
Although Anjiu had no practical experience, she always hung out with boys and was very clear about such matters, naturally understanding what Fu Chenshang meant. Turning around, she lifted her hands, covered in ointment, in front of him, "Are you sure you want to use these?"
"..."
Seeing Fu Chenshang's clearly deflated expression, Anjiu lay down and slept comfortably. This is called reaping what you sow, go deal with it yourself, Uncle!
In the middle of the night, Anjiu was still restless in her sleep. Around three in the morning, she woke up again and found the bed empty. Groggily, she opened her eyes and saw Fu Chenshang standing by the window making a call to someone. He spoke for only a few dozen seconds before hanging up and then grabbing his coat and leaving.
Where could this guy be heading this late?
