Fleeing

By the time Song Fengwan came back to her senses, Fu Chen had already helped her tie her belt. She hurriedly reached out to press on the knot and thanked him in a muffled voice. "Thank you."

Fu Chen retracted his arms and clenched his fists. He clenched and loosened his fists a few times. There was a thin layer of sweat on them.

He wanted to get close to her. But he also knew that with their relationship right now, if he got closer to her and started a fire within himself, he would have to extinguish it himself.

"Do you still want to read Dream of the Red Chamber?" Fu Chen changed the topic. His voice was dry and hoarse, and his breath blew on the side of her face, making her whole body tense up.

"Yes." Song Fengwan nodded, her voice soft.

"I'll get it for you." Fu Chen leaned forward with one hand on the bookshelf and pressed against her back. He took the book out and passed it to her.