Wen Yiru was awoken by kisses.
She felt as if she was lying in the clouds, her whole body indescribably soft and cozy.
Only her shoulder, once, and again, felt ticklish.
Opening her eyes, she saw the brilliant sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the distant blue sky and white clouds.
Realizing where she was, Wen Yiru suddenly sat up, "What time is it?"
"Two fifteen."
From behind, Fu Huaizhi's voice held a deep sense of dissatisfaction, "Has your man ever done anything unreliable?"
Knowing she had something at three, he worked desperately to cage the wild beast already unleashed in his heart.
He only lightly sampled a bit of the appetizer.
Afraid of delaying her plans.
"I'll deal with you tonight!"
Fu Huaizhi said angrily, looking down at her fair shoulder, "What style is the evening dress?"
"Cheongsam."
As soon as the words fell, her shoulder was bitten.
