When Fu Yanye heard her hoarse voice, the only thing he did was lower his head and kiss her.

Her lips were ice cold, and so were her hands.

Fu Yanye put her hands on his waist to keep her as warm as possible.

Zhuo Jian raised her fingers and did not dare to touch his skin directly. Fu Yanye kissed him and murmured: "It's not like I haven't touched him before. Hold me tight."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart and liver trembled, and she thought, can it be the same?

Fu Yanye urged: "Hurry up."

Just as Zhuo Jian was about to put his hand on it, his cell phone suddenly rang again behind his head, and Zhuo Jian's fingers curled hard on his back again.

Fu Yanye had to stop kissing her. He hated the ringtone of his cell phone, so he took his hand away from her, found the phone, looked at it, and turned it off.

"Hold me tight now."

Fu Yanye ordered again before kissing her.


Chapter completed!