On the second day, Tang Zhixian wanted to die.
Last night's failed attempt was bad enough; now meeting again, there was an indescribable awkwardness.
Fu Junshen buttoned up his shirt, then turned to look at her.
Tang Zhixian clutched the blanket, her face flushed. Her long hair cascaded over her body, marked with traces from the night, making her look irresistibly alluring.
It had been a beautiful night. Tang Zhixian made him feel pleasure—emotionally and physically.
It was an experience that made one lose themselves.
He finished buttoning his shirt and leaned over to kiss her, but Tang Zhixian turned her head away.
Fu Junshen froze for a moment before softly asking, "What's wrong?"
"Isn't this always what you've wanted? Now that I've given it to you, you should be satisfied, right?" She didn't look at him as she picked up her clothes and put them on. "From now on, shouldn't we draw a clear line between us?"