Fang Tiancheng's kiss fell on her neck, and he asked, somewhat perplexed, "What's wrong?"
Shi Jiayin looked at the face in front of her. Although there was a ten-year age difference between them, she had never felt he was old before. On the contrary, she thought he had the charm of a mature man, exuding allure in every move. Yet today, after seeing Bo Siyan—seeing that young, handsome, and vigorous man—the comparison instantly stripped Fang Tiancheng's face of all its appeal. It even faintly revealed signs of aging, making her feel an uncontrollable sense of disgust and nausea.
Still, he noticed her unease, so he tried to smile and said gently, "It's nothing, I'm just a bit tired."
The moment her voice softened, Fang Tiancheng's entire body seemed to melt, his eyes filled with intense desire. "If you're tired, then let's rest."
With that, he scooped Shi Jiayin up in his arms and carried her toward the large bed.
