"Wen Fucheng." The person nestled in his arms softly called his name.
He responded, his hand movements unchanged. He lightly lifted her chin and bent down to capture her lips.
Stunned from the kiss, the little sweetheart clutched his clothes, her eyes shimmering with a watery gleam, dazzling and bright.
"Hold me! Why aren't you holding me?" He coaxed her, reaching out as he stood in front of her.
Her ears were completely red, and her cheeks were burning.
Like a ripe strawberry in a pot.
Wen Fucheng tightened his arms, lifting Ying Jing from the chair.
The body's instinctive response had already prompted Ying Jing to yield herself to him, wrapping her arms around the man's neck.
"Where are you taking me?"
"How about selling you to the trash collector downstairs?"
"No way, I'm quite valuable now." Selling her to the trash collector wasn't worthwhile.
Ying Jing's stomach let out a growl, followed by another.
Embarrassed, she buried her head into the man's chest.
