As he finished speaking, he reached out his hand, his naked gaze fixating on her.
Wen Ran was extremely nervous, yet obediently handed her hand over, but the process was very slow, as she prayed internally that something would interrupt their forthcoming bonding moment.
But nothing happened.
Seeing her hesitation, the man leaned over, grabbed her hand, and with a little force, pulled her to him.
Wen Ran fell and sat on his lap, her other hand raised instinctively pressing against his chest.
Once stable, she hurriedly moved away.
Wen Ran lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at him.
Yet, she could feel the powerful muscle lines and burning temperature on his leg, all reminders that their current ambiguous posture had crossed the boundaries normally upheld by a typical husband and wife.
"Hug me!" Fu Chenlie suddenly said.
Wen Ran instinctively raised her eyes to meet his captivating gaze, her intended words stuck in her throat.
She didn't move.
He repeated, "I said, hug me."