Fu Xing reluctantly left her lips, but his large hand still tightly locked her in his embrace, holding her like a beloved doll against his broad chest as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Don't."
Lin Fu, both embarrassed and anxious, wrapped her legs around Fu Xing's waist in desperation and buried her face deeply in his embrace, too embarrassed to look up.
She simply decided to play the ostrich.
"Hiss!"
Fu Xing took a sharp breath, his body tensed.
He wished he could immediately devour the little wife in his arms, break her down and merge her into his body, and desired to recklessly demand, to love her fiercely; yet even that seemed insufficient to him.
It shouldn't be like this.
Fu Xing struggled hard to control his desires.
His usually ice-cold intelligence also gave him an exceptional self-control, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the inner devil permanently, imprisoning it in the depths of his heart never to be released.
"Let's dine in the room!"
