Song Fengwan's heart was pounding. His fingers were still rubbing her forehead, gentle and warm.
Her heart felt as though a hundred claws were scratching it.
"You talked back to me just now. Why aren't you saying anything now?"
Their eyes met.
Song Fengwan's eyelashes trembled, and her face flushed red.
"If you're one of my people, I naturally won't pursue the matter. It's fine if you want to kick me a few more times too," he coaxed with his head lowered, and his hot breath landed on her face.
She tilted her head and shrank slightly.
Fu Chen chuckled. "Why are you hiding?"
His hot breath came out of his thin lips and attacked her.
Song Fengwan suddenly remembered the kiss at the ski resort that night.
… His lips were very soft, and while kissing me… they were so hot that they were burning me.
