After Qin Shu got out of bed, she climbed down and put on her slippers.
Before she could make the next move, her wrist was grabbed by a man's big hand. He pulled her back and made her fall onto the bed.
The mattress was soft. Falling on it was like falling on cotton. It didn't hurt at all.
She turned her head to look at the man next to her. He supported his upper body with one hand pushing against the bed. The scattered hair on his forehead fell down, covering his narrow eyebrows and eyes. Under his long eyelashes, there were two scary pupils staring at her.
She struggled to sit up. Only then did she realize that her hand was still in the man's hand. He was holding it very tightly.
The drunk Fu Tingyu subconsciously thought that the girl was going to leave so he hurriedly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Then, he held onto her wrist and wouldn't let go.
