Fu Yanshen embraced her from behind, his breath, warm as it brushed past her ear, sent tingles down her spine.
Mu Chenxi's legs felt a bit weak, her entire body leaning into his embrace.
Actually, their posture wasn't all that intimate; many couples embrace in public.
But Fu Yanshen was boundless.
Not only did he flirt with his words, but he also deliberately thrust his hips.
It was a subtle movement, invisible to others, but Mu Chenxi, pressed close against him, clearly felt what he was hinting at.
A simple hug had turned into a prelude to an "action" scene.
Now, even when Fu Yanshen flirted with her, Mu Chenxi would still blush and her heart would race, but she wouldn't bury her face in his chest like she used to.
Instead, after their divorce, her interactions with Fu Yanshen became more uninhibited and true to her feelings.
A week had passed without seeing Fu Yanshen.
If she didn't see him, she didn't think much about it.