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There seemed to be the sound of ice cubes colliding after melting in the wine glass.

Tangli looked down at Fu Zechen's tender palm.

Fu Zechen's eyes darkened slightly, his breathing tightened, he grabbed her by the waist, picked her up by the waist and put her on the desk.

Documents were scattered all over the table.

Tangli was picked up by Fu Zechen and placed horizontally on the table, her skin pressed against the slightly cool table, and the shirt that barely covered her thighs had been lifted up at this moment.

Fu Zechen took a step forward, staring at her with deep and dark eyes,

"Do you know what you're doing?"

His voice was terribly hoarse.

Tangli stared at him without blinking, wrapped her slender and white arms around his neck and moved forward, with a soft but firm voice, "I'm seducing you."

Her expression was gentle and innocent, as if she was talking about a very normal topic.

Fu Zechen's dark eyes were deep, and the light blue veins on Leng Bai's arms bulged. He moved his knees forward, clasped Tangli's neck and kissed her heavily.

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Tangli was still a little dazed when she woke up the next day.

The images of last night flashed through my mind one by one, and the white shirt that was torn after returning yesterday was still lying on the ground next to it...

Well, Fu Zechen's white shirt.

God, what did she do yesterday...

Tangli covered her face, got up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up.

When he got downstairs, Fu Zechen had already prepared breakfast and was throwing ice cubes into the cup by the bar.

Tangli came down from the stairs, frowned and said,

"Fu Zechen."

Fu Zechen raised his eyes, looked away, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Are you awake?"

Tangli was wearing a new black and white Chinese cheongsam, her long hair was pinned behind her ears, and she looked clean and gentle. She stepped forward, reached out and snatched the wine glass from Fu Zechen's hand,

"I've told you many times, don't drink alcohol in the morning, it's bad for your stomach."

Fu Zechen let her take the wine glass away, looked down at her, narrowed his eyes,

"Little Luoshen has become a little housekeeper?"

Tangli blushed a little, pursed her lips, looked serious, poured out the wine in the glass and put it aside, took his hand and walked to the front dining table.

The breakfast was prepared by Fu Zechen. Tangli poured a glass of milk and handed it to him.

"From now on, only drink this in the morning."

The warm milk was delivered through the palm of his hand. Fu Zechen looked down at her and chuckled, "Okay."

Tangli glanced at him, her eyes moved slightly,

"last night……"

She blushed a little, looked down at her toes, "I'm not in a good state, so..."

Yesterday he was really stimulated by what Tang Ruoxue said, and he was eager to get something to confirm that he existed and was needed, so he was eager to have something to happen with Fu Zechen.

Tangli didn't say anything, and she couldn't say anything after that.

Fu Zechen looked down at her, held the milk cup in his hand, took a few sips in leisure time and waited for her to continue,

"so?"

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a little smile in his dark eyes, but the expression on his face was still flat and emotionless.

Tangli pursed the corners of her lips, "I..."

She was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Fu Zechen looked at her, raised his head and drank all the milk in one gulp, and he took a step forward.

As the distance between the two drew closer, Tangli subconsciously stepped back, pressing her back against the dining table, and there was no way to retreat.

The milk cup was buckled and placed on the table, making a slight bumping sound.

Fu Zechen supported the table with his hands, and leaned Tangli between himself and the table.

He lowered his eyes, staring at her for a moment, clasping her chin with a hand with a black prayer bead, forcing her to raise her head and look at him,

"So," he stared at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Xiao Luoshen is explaining what happened last night?"

Tangli looked into his eyes and nodded, "Well, I wasn't in the right mood yesterday... Don't worry, I'm all... all nonsense." Nope.

Fu Zechen looked at her for two seconds, frowned slightly, the corners of his lips twitched, his expression was a little cold, and his tone was loose and cold, "Oh, I understand."

He nodded his chin, looked calm, looked at her for a moment, touched her chin with his fingers, and made a conclusion on her behavior word by word.

"So Xiao Luoshen doesn't plan to take responsibility after having fun?"

Tangli was stunned, her mind exploded.

What is he talking about...

When you're done...

"No, don't talk nonsense! I don't have one!"

Tangli blushed, and immediately reached out to cover his mouth.

His white and tender palms blocked the lower half of his face, revealing only his dark eyes like clouds and mist.

Fu Zechen let her move, raised his eyebrows, and stared straight at her.

Tangli felt her palms were hot, and her heart felt hot from his eyes, she curled her fingers and wanted to retract them.

Fu Zechen took a step forward, pushed his thighs apart, grabbed her chin, pinched her waist and carried her to the dining table.

With a clatter, all the breakfast on the table fell to the floor, and the washed cherries on the plate rolled all over the table.

Tangli was startled, and put her hands on his shoulders, "Fu Zechen..."

Fu Zechen stepped forward, holding her waist with his hands, looking over with dark eyes,

"Run away when you're upset,"

"Is that responsible?"

He stretched out the hand with the black prayer beads, and stared at her with his dark eyes,

"Little Luoshen, are you responsible for it?"

Tangli's ears turned pink, and yesterday's scene flashed clearly in front of her eyes again, "Fu Zechen, can you stop doing this..."

She blushed and buried herself in his arms.

Fu Zechen looked at her with deep eyes, not letting her go,

"how?"

Tangli met his gaze and felt her heart pounding. She pursed her lips and touched the falling cherries on the table.

She closed her eyes, raised her eyes to meet Fu Zechen's again, stretched out her hand to hook his neck, and stared at him softly,

"You are responsible for whatever you say."

Fu Zechen's eyes were slightly deep, his eyes fell on her face, he reached out and pinched her cheek, and snorted coldly, "You have a conscience."

Tangli looked at him, raised her hand and rubbed her cheeks, a little aggrieved, "I already have..."

Fu Zechen glanced at her, picked up the cherries on the table, and fed them into her mouth, "Follow me somewhere after eating."

Tangli was slightly startled, stared at him blankly, opened her mouth to bite the cherry, the cherry juice spread on the tip of her lips and tongue, sweet,

"Where?"

Fu Zechen said succinctly, "Go where you can be responsible."