Fu Yanshen had no escape.
Gu Xiyan hugged him, her body shaking like a sieve.
The moment she threw herself into his arms, Fu Yanshen's first thought was of Mu Chenxi.
He had promised her that he would no longer have any intimate contact with Xiyuan.
His body seemed to have its own will, raising his hand to grasp her arm, about to push her away, but Gu Xiyan hugged him even tighter, "Ah Yan... Ah Yan..."
Her voice was broken, her hands desperately clinging to his waist.
Gu Xiyan cried pitifully, appearing delicate and fragile, her trembling voice pleading with him, "I have claustrophobia, don't push me away, I'm so scared, please... Ah Yan, please..."
"Please..."
Having grown up together since childhood, she hardly ever begged anyone, to say nothing of showing weakness.
This proud woman, because of her love for him, had set aside her pride.
Showing vulnerability to him.
Even Fu Yanshen's hardened heart softened.
Faced with Gu Xiyan like this, he couldn't bear to be harsh.