Fu Tingyu didn't know whether it was because of the woman's charm or his poor self-control. The moment she uttered a few words and gave him a kiss, he lost rationality.
He had obviously only met the woman a few times, but every word she said was able to strike a chord in his heart.
The man's hands automatically encircled her as he subconsciously responded to her kiss.
This time, there was no smell of wine, but there was a faint sweet smell at the tip of his nose. He was deeply immersed in it and could not extricate himself. It was like a poppy flower and very addictive.
Qin Shu was delighted when she sensed his response. This was a good sign. The man did not reject her because of his memory loss and did not let her get close.
On the contrary, he liked what she was doing.
Qin Shu had done this because she knew what the men liked.
