Shen Jianian's side face leaned against the man's broad and solid chest. He was wearing just a black shirt, and the not-so-thick fabric allowed her to truly feel his body temperature, accompanied by the steady and powerful sound of his heartbeat in her ear.
The scent of tea on him, mixed with a faint tobacco fragrance, made her feel very at ease.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Feeling her silent obedience, Fu Jichen's large palm rested on the back of her head. He had taken off his watch, and without the barrier of hard metal, the skin inside his wrist pressed softly against her neck.
Shen Jianian slightly closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly, exhaling warm breath that sprayed through the fabric onto his chest: "Wasn't it you who said we should talk for a while?"
She didn't know what to say to him.
