He had long grown accustomed to her company; she was the inseparable part of his life.
Yet she seemed to understand nothing at all.
All she knew was that he liked her, liked to tease her, flirt with her, possess her.
But she didn't realize that losing her was a pain he couldn't bear in life.
He had been in pain for three years, fortunately, she had returned.
Su Wanxin steadied her breathing, listening to his soft complaints by her ear.
"Who bought you this dress? It feels awful to the touch."
A dress with a zipper on the side. Trying to slip a hand inside and take advantage was difficult, utterly inconvenient.
"...Your son."
Last time she went shopping with Yangyang, he picked many dresses for her, and today she was wearing one of them.
Su Wanxin felt Fu Shihan's displeasure, chuckled lightly, and slowly pushed him away.
"It's time to head down; Yangyang will be looking for me soon."
"Ignore him."
