Su Long turned away from him after speaking and calmly gathered the papers spread across the table. Her movements were steady, but the silence between them had already become heavy enough to make the entire courtyard feel tense.
Fu Sheng watched her silently as she stacked the papers together without looking at him again. The candle beside her flickered softly, casting moving shadows across her face.
Then suddenly—
He stepped forward.
Before Su Long could walk away, Fu Sheng reached out and grabbed her wrist gently.
The movement made her stop immediately.
She turned her head slightly, her expression cold and restrained.
"Let go," she said calmly.
But Fu Sheng did not release her.
Instead, he pulled her lightly toward him.
The sudden movement caught Su Long off guard for a brief moment, and before she could react properly, Fu Sheng lowered his head and kissed her.
The warmth of his lips barely lasted more than a second.
Because almost immediately—
