Fu Shihan had been holding back while he was taking medicine just now. He knew that Su Wanxin was not in good health, and he worried about her being vulnerable to viral infections.
But he could hold back no longer.
A sudden kiss, not particularly tender, came out of nowhere.
She could feel her heart racing, closing her eyes, entangled by the breath and the lips—a long-lost familiarity almost dragging her into the mire, sinking deep.
She struggled, climbing up bit by bit, constantly reminding herself to be rational. Then, as he slowly raised his head and left her lips, she reopened her eyes and their gazes met.
"I'm sure, you've been lying all along," Fu Shihan told her, word by word, his voice lingering with tenderness, soothing her uneasy heart. "Since the day you returned, you've been taking me for a fool."
"I have not."
"You didn't come back to avenge what happened three years ago; you came to retaliate against me."
