"What's on your mind?" Muliancheng gently pulled Fujita's shoulder and asked him gently. Just then, he had noticed that Fujita had something on his mind. In bed, he never took the initiative. For the first time, Fujita was so enthusiastic and passionate about himself.

On the white face of ceramics, the eyes full of mist flashed a little confusion, especially on the elegant face of Fujintang. Even if there was only a trace of sadness, Mulian could easily catch it.

Muliancheng grabbed Fujita's fair hand, kissed her delicate back gently, and said softly, "Tell me, what's wrong with you? It looks like a lot of worries..."

Fujintang's gentle face, shocked,...