Jiang Li let out a soft cry, and Fu Jiuxiao immediately let go of her hand. He looked at her nervously. "How is it? Did I hurt you?"
"Of course not. I'm not made of paper. Okay, don't worry, I'll be fine."
After Jiang Li said that, she winked at Fu Jiuxiao.
That night, the two of them were in their respective rooms, thinking about the person in the next room. They could not fall asleep.
The next morning, when the butler saw the dark circles under their eyes, he thought that something good had happened. He looked at the two of them with an ambiguous gaze.
Fu Jiuxiao sent Jiang Li to the set. Jiang Li's hand was already on the car door, but she suddenly let go.
Her soft hands held Fu Jiuxiao's face, and her soft lips pressed tightly against Fu Jiuxiao's lips. After a while, she clumsily used to her tongue to trace Fu Jiaoxiao's lips.
