The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and Shen Jianian was puzzled. Xiao Ai respectfully stepped aside, nodded at the man who had just entered, and left.
Once Xiao Ai left, Shen Jianian's view was unobstructed, and she naturally saw the man. He was dressed in simple casual attire, with handsome, distant features, and had an indifferent air about him. But Shen Jianian hadn't forgotten the look of desire that covered his face when he possessed her in bed the other night.
Shutting her eyes, Shen Jianian cleared her mind of those ambiguous and shameful images.
Fu Jichen sat down on the sofa chair next to her, reached out to hold her slender white wrist. She reflexively flinched, then remembered what their current relationship was, gave up resisting, and let him hold her hand.
"How are you feeling today?" Fu Jichen's tone was light, barely hinting at a touch of gentleness, "Tell me the truth."
"I'm fine."
