The evil yandere prince × Shirokiri and the amnesiac intern
HE is sweet and spoiled but slightly abusive.
"Hey, be good, don't make trouble." Fu Yanchen's whole body was tense, his breathing was a little rapid, and he forgot how many times he had coiled the beads in his hand.
"If I don't, what should Mr. Fu do?" I sat on the Zen table in front of Fu Yanchen, and my hands wandered over his body as if they were weak and boneless, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
"Are you teasing me?" Fu Yanchen held my hand and put it against his chest. At this moment, his extremely beautiful fox eyes were slightly narrowed, with a bit of confusion and a hint of danger.
"Then Mr. Fu, are you willing to be teased by me?" My fingertips were still restlessly rubbing circles on Fu Yanchen's chest, with a hint of provocation in my eyes.
"Amitabha, form is emptiness." Fu Yanchen closed his eyes and held the Buddha beads, but his red-hot ears revealed that he was already distracted.
"Master, are you scared?" I continued to approach him and provoke him. I was not going to let him go.
"You light your own fire and put it out yourself."
Fu Yanchen suddenly held my hands above my head with one hand. The beads in his hands had been broken and scattered all over the floor. He leaned close to me and whispered in a restrained voice.
"Master, haven't you always been shy about women? Are you afraid of disturbing your Zen mind?" I leaned back slightly to look at him levelly, but my eyes were full of fire.
"If it is chaotic, it will be chaotic. The worst thing is that it will not enter Buddhism, it will only enter your heart."
It's over if the liver is dried