Feast

Shi Qian couldn't speak. She only shook her head slightly and took Fu Sinian's hand.

"Qian Qian, do you know what you're doing?" Fu Sinian asked, soothing her.

Only then did he give her a response.

She trembled uncontrollably.

"Yes!" Shi Qian said softly in response to Fu Sinian. It easily crushed Fu Sinian's hard-earned rationality!

Fu Sinian lowered his head and kissed her lips, regaining the lead!

It was more than two hours before the car's lights came on.

Chen Song did not dare to approach.

He was standing by the roadside smoking.

The car was parked on a road under construction. Construction was still under way. It was almost twelve in the morning. There was no one there.

Fu Sinian ate his fill like a glutton.

Shi Qian fell asleep in his arms.

He picked up the phone and dialed Bai Jianshen's phone number.