Fu Yan helped her change into slippers, stood up, his eyes on her, his fingertips lifted, lightly brushing past her cheek.
Sheng Congzhi's scalp tingled, "What are you doing?"
Fu Yan gave a half smile, his lips playfully curling, "Your hair's a bit messy, let your husband fix it for you."
The servant turned away directly this time.
The young couple's affection was too strong!
It's so sweet it gives you toothache!
Sheng Congzhi couldn't help it and pulled his hand away, "Alright, let's go in now."
Fu Yan smiled and picked up her small bag from the foyer cabinet, "Hungry?"
Sheng Congzhi replied, "A little."
Fu Yan nodded, "Me too."
Only he deliberately lowered his voice when he said this, his eyes greedily fixed on her, that gaze, as if he wanted to devour her...
Sheng Congzhi: …
It must be an illusion!
During dinner, Old Sir Shen again lavished praise on Fu Yan.
