Fu Shiyan turned his head slightly and captured An Yan's lips in a gentle, probing kiss before deepening it.
Suddenly, their lips parted.
An Yan opened her somewhat dazed eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I see your lips saying no, but your body tells the truth all too well."
For a moment, An Yan wanted to sew his mouth shut.
She huffed.
Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, "I'll stop teasing you now and tell you what I'm thinking about."
This comment caught An Yan off guard, as this scheming man always seemed to have ulterior motives that led to the bedroom.
"So what are you thinking about?"
Fu Shiyan's nose gently nuzzled hers. "A nice place."
"What nice place?"
"You'll see soon," Fu Shiyan glanced at his watch. "They'll be here shortly."
"Who?"
"The sworn enemies."
"..."
Fu Shiyan helped An Yan into casual wear, sneakers, and draped a trench coat over her shoulders, topping it off with a duckbill cap.
"You look great."
An Yan smiled, "Thanks for the compliment."