Shengsheng, Are You Going to Take Responsibility for Me?
Ye Shengge: "..."
She shouldn't have asked!
Fu Yushen raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly bent down, placing his hands on the backrest of the sofa behind her, encircling her within his embrace.
Ye Shengge was caught off guard and froze in place.
They were very close to each other, and the man emitted a clean and pleasant fragrance, which subtly invaded her nostrils.
Ye Shengge's eyelashes trembled, and after regaining her senses, she tried to move away. However, she was trapped between the sofa and his embrace.
She could only tilt her head back and asked, "What are you doing?"
Fu Yushen chuckled lightly. Every time her head moved back, he followed, maintaining close proximity while gazing at her.
Under the intense scrutiny of the man, Ye Shengge's heart skipped a beat, and her rhythm became erratic.