In the restaurant's private room…
Song Fengwan's hand was held by Fu Chen, and half of her body was leaning against him. Her fingers trembled as she wiped his face.
Why is this eyelash so stubborn?
Is it intelligent?
"Haven't gotten it off yet?" Fu Chen looked at her angry face and felt like laughing.
Song Fengwan was annoyed. She exerted a little force with her fingertips, and the eyelash landed in the seam of her fingernail. She raised her hand and blew it away. "Done."
Fu Chen let go of her and touched his face.
Song Fengwan just returned to her seat and sat down when she heard a certain someone say, "If this was in ancient times, you would have to be responsible for me."
Her fingers holding the chopsticks trembled. Responsible?
Why is this person so shameless?
I was just helping out of kindness.
