The girl's lips were soft and cool.
She pressed a quick kiss to him and then pulled away.
When she looked at him again, her eyes were filled with apprehension, like a squirrel caught stealing pinecones, unsure whether to stay or leave.
Her voice was also gentle, "Fu Yanci, I'm sorry, okay? Don't be angry, alright?"
Fu Yanci wasn't angry.
It was just a term of endearment, what was there to fuss about?
He wasn't so petty.
But every time he thought about how she was already Mrs. Fu and yet she was still placing herself in the position of Zhou Hecchen's fiancée, Fu Yanci felt an inexplicable irritation.
And at this moment, the mood that had softened because she was carefully placating him instantly became overcast.
Thinking about how she must've coaxed Zhou Hecchen with the same tenderness before, the gloom in Fu Yanci's heart spread like the darkness of the night surrounding them and then showed in the corners of his eyes and brows.
"Ye Li…"