Fu Yanshen's body tensed up instantly.
Like suddenly having his acupoints sealed by someone, he froze, not daring to move.
It was as if he was in a dream.
Chenxi... actually took the initiative to hug him.
Even though he quickly realized it was something He Shaochen taught her, Fu Yanshen's eyes reddened in an instant.
After being frozen for a dozen seconds or so, Fu Yanshen then carefully lifted his hand to gently hug Mu Chenxi back.
His chin resting on the top of her head, his eyes welling with tears.
After a long embrace, Fu Yanshen reluctantly let go of his arms.
With He Shaochen there, the excited him only restrained himself to a kiss on Mu Chenxi's forehead.
Raising his hand and touching He Shaochen's head, he said, "Shaochen, thank you."
Though He Shaochen did not respond, he did not dodge Fu Yanshen's touch either.
It was as if he accepted his thanks.
In fact, he rather liked being touched by this man he detested at first sight.