Fu Yanshen: "..."
Booty call?
His temples throbbed, and he couldn't help twitching at the corners of his mouth.
Chenxi really dared say anything to make the boundaries clear with him.
"Say that again?"
Fu Yanshen, clenching his teeth, pounced towards Mu Chenxi, pretending to sort her out.
Mu Chenxi reacted quickly, moving backward until her back was against the headboard.
She clutched the corners of the blanket, making sure not to reveal anything inappropriate, and kicked at him across the blanket, "Fu Yanshen, don't push your luck."
Her kick landed right where he used the pillow as a shield.
But this time, she used her foot, intending only to warn him, her kick was measured and controlled.
After all, if she really hurt him, wouldn't that just give him the perfect excuse to latch onto her?
"Move, I'm hungry."
Seeing Fu Yanshen didn't move away, she kicked at him again.