Song Fengwan felt that her breathing was unsteady. It was as if her entire body was tightly wrapped up by Fu Chen as he pressed his body close against hers. Perhaps it was because he had just taken a shower that…
His breath was moist and warm.
Her ears grew hotter and hotter, and her heart was fluttering. Her body stiffened, and she didn't dare to move.
"Don't hold the mouse too tightly. Relax." All his words brought along his hot and moist breath landing on her face.
It was clear and stirring.
"Okay." Song Fengwan's fingers relaxed slightly, while Fu Chen's fingers tightened around hers.
She glanced at Fu Chen out of the corner of her eye. Their faces were unbelievably close, and even the tiny pores on his face were clearly visible to her. His hair was still half wet, and as he was bending down, she could smell the sandalwood fragrance on him mixed with the refreshing scent of his shower gel.
