Anjiu was so frustrated by his shamelessness that she pleaded, "Please revert back to the noble and aloof Fu Chenshang and stay that way! This back and forth is almost driving me to a mental breakdown."
"Seems like you've gained a little weight," Fu Chenshang mused, judging by feel.
"You beast! Where are you touching!" Anjiu slapped away the hand that was kneading her slightly plumper waist.
"Isn't the weight gain for me to touch?" he reached out again, his tone so entitled it was asking for a beating.
Anjiu didn't hesitate to set boundaries with him, "Even if I gain weight, it's still my body, what does it have to do with you. Your old lover is still critically ill in the ICU, and you're in the mood to mess around!"
Fu Chenshang stiffened his back, "I forgot."
Anjiu: "..."
Reluctantly, he finally moved his hand away from her waist, "Being with you always makes me forget the unhappy things."
Anjiu rolled her eyes, giving him a one-word evaluation, "Trivial."