Fu Jingyu's hand placed on her waist, pulling her close, he couldn't help deepening the kiss...
The post on his Friend Circle was invisible to everyone, except her.
His yearning for her was real.
Without the lovely girl by his side, falling asleep had become a difficult task for him every day.
As he lay in bed, he would always miss the days she was with him.
They had known each other for more than half a year, virtually spent every day together. Now that they were suddenly distant, he was really not used to it.
...At this moment, holding her in his arms, Fu Jingyu felt an indescribable satisfaction.
The soup in the pot was bubbling audibly.
Wrapped in Fu Jingyu's arms, Looking at Ye Fanxing, she spoke to the divorced man trying to take advantage of her, "The soup is ready."
Fu Jingyu let her go and saw her about to lift the pot, "Let me do it."
Worried she might burn herself, he used a towel to lift the soup pot off the stove.