Feng Fuce was initially stunned.
He had long wanted to do this, but he didn't dare.
He feared that this moment might further provoke her annoyance.
But unexpectedly, Bai Zhi'er took the initiative to be close.
He collapsed to the ground, his large hand protecting her waist, Feng Fuce pushed her forward an inch, deepening the kiss they both had long desired.
All the self-doubt, worry, and torment of the past few days were soothed by Bai Zhi'er's actions.
Feng Fuce restrained his passionate emotions, trying to limit the kiss to just a touch.
But unknowingly, Bai Zhi'er removed his outer garment.
Soon, he realized Bai Zhi'er's intention.
Feng Fuce suddenly grabbed her hand, his eyes were no longer calm.
"Here? No, we are not yet married, you…"
Bai Zhi'er refused to listen, covering his mouth and flipping over, pressing him down.
"If you push me away now, you'll never, ever say you like me again." Her voice, carrying tears, whispered in his ear.
