Chapter 409 The True Meaning of AY
The pink gauze curtain was lifted by the wind, as the man tiptoed over to sit by the bed.
He stretched out his hand toward the woman’s cheek, but she grabbed his wrist.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s me," Fu Shiyan’s voice rang out.
An Yan’s lips curved, and she tried to remove her eye mask.
Fu Shiyan reached out and grabbed her wrist, leaned down to capture her lips, and gently kissed her.
With her eyes covered, her other senses were immensely amplified, and her heartbeat couldn’t help but speed up.
Her breathing was laced with the man’s fervent breaths, urgent, longing.
Fu Shiyan whispered into her ear with a deep, bewitching voice, "Yanyan, I miss you so much. It hurts how much I miss you."
Upon hearing this, An Yan laughed, "Old Dog Fu, you really are a scoundrel!"
Fu Shiyan hummed, "I only want to be a scoundrel with you."