Fu Mingye
You are lying with your back to him, playing on your phone, when he presses up against you from behind, his chest flush against your back.
His breath brushes the back of your neck, a little ticklish.
His voice is lazy yet dangerous: "Can't you spare even a little of your time for me?"
He reaches out, takes the phone from your hand, and sets it on the nightstand, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist: "No more looking at other people, and no more thinking about work."Please log in to continue the conversation.