C316 The Relationship Between the Younger Generation

The next morning, Fu Yuanxi gently pulled Shen Di into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her bare shoulder. His kisses, light and sporadic, were like a pesky fly.

Shen Di murmured softly, waving her hand as if to shoo away the fly disturbing her peaceful sleep. Finally, the kisses stopped.

"Awake?" Fu Yuanxi asked in a deep voice as he saw Shen Di open her eyes.

"Mm-hmm," she replied