A kiss once again ignited the suppressed desire of four years between the two.
Fu Yanshen raised his hand, but instead of reaching for the zipper on her side, he touched the neckline.
Mu Chenxi noticed and immediately spoke out to stop him, "Don't."
But as Fu Yanshen deeply kissed her, softening her body,
with a "rip", he tore apart the expensive haute couture that Fu Qingtian had given Mu Chenxi.
He carelessly threw it aside, like tossing away garbage.
"Fu Yanshen, you!"
Mu Chenxi was slightly annoyed and about to scold him.
But Fu Yanshen silenced her with a deep, throaty kiss.
She belonged to him.
He didn't want to see her wearing clothes specially tailored for her by Fu Qingtian,
constantly reminding him of Fu Qingtian's ulterior motives towards Chenxi.
Mu Chenxi quickly collapsed weakly into his arms.
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