Ye Fanxing had never expected this to happen so suddenly, especially since he had just put on such a cool facade.
She was held in Fu Jingyu's arms, and he was kissing her in a somewhat tense manner, her hand tightly grabbing onto the sleeve of his clothes.
This man, even his kisses were like him, imbued with a degree of dominance that one could hardly resist.
After the kiss, Fu Jingyu raised his head, his pitch-black eyes staring intently at Ye Fanxing.
Ye Fanxing was a bit embarrassed by his gaze, her face flushed as she gasped, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
Fu Jingyu's gaze was as gentle as the summer sea, causing one to unwittingly lose themselves in it, "My baby is so capable."
Hearing his compliment, Ye Fanxing couldn't help but laugh.
Just now, down the stairs, he was so cold that she thought he wasn't pleased at all. So, he was keeping it all bottled up!
What an intriguingly reserved uncle!
She looked at Fu Jingyu, "Mhm, I think you are even more remarkable."