A scalding at the fingertips.
The cigarette held between his fingers had burned down without him noticing.
Fu Yanshen came back to his senses, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray set aside, dispersed the smoke, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
Mu Chenxi had just finished bathing and came out of the bathroom when Fu Yanshen's pupils tightened.
He strode over to her, lifted her up, one hand supporting her, and the other slapped her pert bottom, "Barefoot again?"
Mu Chenxi let out a low "ah," hugging his neck tighter, her legs clamped around him, instinctively shrinking her body upwards, and glared at Fu Yanshen discontentedly, protesting, "How could you slap my butt!"
I'm already a grown-up!
Confronting Fu Yanshen's gaze, Mu Chenxi instantly lost her nerve, like a deflated balloon, her body also began to slide slowly downwards as she muttered defensively, "There's underfloor heating—"
Before she could finish, she noticed Fu Yanshen's eyes narrowing dangerously.