She's My Wife, and Do You Have a Problem with That?
Ye Shengge felt her heart tighten as she was scrutinized by the man's gaze. A faint blush crept onto her earlobes. She lightly moistened her rosy lips and walked back to where she had been sitting, poking the man's face with her finger to make him face forward and listen to Song Yang's call instead of looking at her.
As she withdrew her hand, the man unexpectedly caught her fingers. He held her delicate, fair fingertips and couldn't help but bring them to his lips, giving them a gentle nibble.
Ye Shengge's spine tensed, and a tingling sensation spread through her body.
After Fu Yushen had bitten her finger, he raised his eyelids to look at her. His long eyelashes added to his already handsome appearance, making his face even more bewitching from this lower perspective, like a seductive and captivating demon.
Ye Shengge's eyelashes trembled lightly, and she hastily pulled her hand away in a fluster, as if she were an agitated kitten, waving her fist as a warning.