Ye Chenfeng Requests SG to Compose

Ye Shengge's heart skipped a beat, as if a dandelion had been gently flicked, scattering its soft fluff. Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

Fu Yushen took out the earrings from the box, his voice low, husky, and magnetic. "Shall I help you put them on?"

Ye Shengge glanced at him and leaned closer.

With his gracefully sculpted fingers, he gently helped her put on the earrings. After finishing, he lightly touched her soft and fair earlobes, his gaze tender. "They suit you very well."

Ye Shengge felt her earlobes warm up suddenly, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She awkwardly raised her hand to touch her earlobes. "Since you're feeling better now, I'll be on my way."

As she tried to stand up, Fu Yushen grabbed her wrist.

He frowned slightly, looking extremely weak, and said, "It hurts again."

Ye Shengge blinked her eyes, her expression full of disbelief. "Didn't you just say you were fine?"