Chapter 8: Jealous of What?
He lifted the blanket and crawled in, his strong arm encircling her slender waist, pulling her close to him.
There was a slight chill, mixed with the sharpness of hormones.
Ye Yan opened her eyes, trying to push him away.
The more she pushed, the tighter he clung to her, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
In terms of strength, there was a huge disparity between them, and she usually gave up quickly, but today, she seemed determined to resist him.
Finally out of patience, Fu Xingzhou pinned her hands down, flipped over, and trapped her under his chest, "Don't want to sleep, then let's do something else."
"Mr. Fu is really energetic, your relentless vigor should be put to use in generating electricity, not wasted."
Fu Xingzhou laughed irritably; she usually appeared cool and detached, except when she was being sharp-tongued with him.
"Who said I was working nonstop?"
Ye Yan turned her head away, "Did the beautiful painter not take good care of Mr. Fu? Running back here in the middle of the night seeking warmth?"
"Jealous?" Fu Xingzhou pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.