As the words fell, Wen Ran wrapped her arms around Fu Chenlie's neck and pulled him closer to her, lifting her head from the pillow to meet him, eagerly pressing her lips onto his.
The moment their lips touched, a certain hunger grew even more intense.
Every sense in her body screamed for more, clawing at her insides, leaving no room for shyness or restraint.
She followed her instincts, touching his skin, brushing against his clothes.
When Wen Ran was tormented by the effects of the medication, she hadn't considered how her impulsive decision tonight would demand such a price in the days to come.
In the time that followed, whenever she thought of this night, she often felt regret.
She even thought that if she could choose again, she would never foolishly hope to take Jiang Wan Ning's place in Fu Chenlie's heart.
Because that idea was simply too ridiculous.
At this moment, Wen Ran felt confused, a sense of emptiness...