Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
In the silent and still kitchen, all you could hear was the gentle whistling sounds coming from the brewing kettle.
Her elbow was propped up between the two of them. Her palms were beginning to sweat.
At eye level, she could clearly see Fu Huai’an’s open shirt collar as he moved to embrace her. His defined muscles were vaguely revealed. Lin Nuan immediately averted her eyes and stared at the floor, her fair ears turning as red as a tomato.
What’s the panic for?
Smiling, Fu Huai’an asked in a low voice. A voice like that in a space occupied by only two people only appeared more alluring than ever.
The mature and imposing aura of the man enveloped her whole body—she was so nervous she couldn’t breathe properly.
She tried to play it cool and ask Fu Huai’an to move, but her throat was so dry she felt as if she was being choked, unable to say a single word. All she could do was keep her head down unnaturally with her arms pushed up against Fu Huai’an’s chest.
You afraid of me?
Fu Huai’an stared deeply into her eyes and asked.
No…
Lin Nuan denied.
To back up her own claim, she forced herself to look up and stare into Fu Huai’an’s eyes. Her heart started beating faster and faster.
Fu Huai’an saw the stubborn yet unconcealable shy look in Lin Nuan’s eyes. With one hand against the countertop and another propped up against the hanging shelves, he bent over slightly and lowered his head, moving closer and closer to Lin Nuan.
Lin Nuan’s eyelashes were trembling. She tried to stand straight in order not to display any sign of fear in front of Fu Huai’an, but she was trembling inside.
Fu Huai’an’s large hands held her face as his arched nose playfully tapped against Lin Nuan’s nose. It was uncertain whether it was because of the alcohol, but his deep black eyes looked as if they hid an ocean of affection underneath them.
Lin Nuan’s heart fell into a trance, her mind going bank.
His thumb gently caressed Lin Nuan’s tender lips.
Lin Nuan’s feet were unstable yet her body was held firmly in place by Fu Huai’an.
The irrational desire inside her was awakened as Fu Huai’an’s fingers slowly caressed her lips.
Intense shame occupied Lin Nuan’s heart. She uneasily moved her head back…
Dong—
Lin Nuan’s head did bang against the hanging shelf as Fu Huai’an expected, but she couldn’t sense any pain.
Lin Nuan’s face burned even more when she realized that she’d just knocked against the back of Fu Huai’an’s hand.
You let a man in your house this late, and now you’re realizing it was a mistake?
His soft lips whispered as he kept a calm expression on his face.
She didn’t deny it that time.
Lin Nuan’s face was burning red under the warm lights. Her chest was heaving because of her overwhelming nervousness and shame, accentuating the beautiful curves of her slender, fair neck. Fu Huai’an gulped, apparently moved by the sight of her.
Hearing the whistling sound of the kettle boiling, Fu Huai’an moved back and whipped out a cigar box from his pocket. He took out a cigar and placed it in the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he said,
So I heard you got into a fight with your makeup artist today?
Fu Huai’an didn’t go overboard. Lin Nuan held it in and didn’t say anything as she opened the tea box and began loading it with tea leaves.
I did.
She heard the sound of a lighter lighting up a cigar from behind her. Lin Nuan raised the kettle and began pouring water into the teacup.
It’s too hot. Do you have bottled water in the fridge?
Beneath his arched brows, Fu Huai’an’s unfathomable eyes looked calmer than ever.
Lin Nuan nodded without moving.
Fu Huai’an leaned on the countertop in the crowded kitchen, blocking Lin Nuan’s way to the fridge.
Fu Huai’an drew back his long legs. Lin Nuan then walked over to the fridge to fetch a bottle of cool water and passed it to him.
He took the bottle with the cigar still in his fingers. Opening the cap he took a few sips and asked,
How much did you overhear from my conversation with Lu Jinnan’s today?
Chapter 56: What’s the Panic For?
Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
In the silent and still kitchen, all you could hear was the gentle whistling sounds coming from the brewing kettle.
Her elbow was propped up between the two of them. Her palms were beginning to sweat.
At eye level, she could clearly see Fu Huai’an’s open shirt collar as he moved to embrace her. His defined muscles were vaguely revealed. Lin Nuan immediately averted her eyes and stared at the floor, her fair ears turning as red as a tomato.
What’s the panic for?
Smiling, Fu Huai’an asked in a low voice. A voice like that in a space occupied by only two people only appeared more alluring than ever.
The mature and imposing aura of the man enveloped her whole body—she was so nervous she couldn’t breathe properly.
She tried to play it cool and ask Fu Huai’an to move, but her throat was so dry she felt as if she was being choked, unable to say a single word. All she could do was keep her head down unnaturally with her arms pushed up against Fu Huai’an’s chest.
You afraid of me?
Fu Huai’an stared deeply into her eyes and asked.
No…
Lin Nuan denied.
To back up her own claim, she forced herself to look up and stare into Fu Huai’an’s eyes. Her heart started beating faster and faster.
Fu Huai’an saw the stubborn yet unconcealable shy look in Lin Nuan’s eyes. With one hand against the countertop and another propped up against the hanging shelves, he bent over slightly and lowered his head, moving closer and closer to Lin Nuan.
Lin Nuan’s eyelashes were trembling. She tried to stand straight in order not to display any sign of fear in front of Fu Huai’an, but she was trembling inside.
Fu Huai’an’s large hands held her face as his arched nose playfully tapped against Lin Nuan’s nose. It was uncertain whether it was because of the alcohol, but his deep black eyes looked as if they hid an ocean of affection underneath them.
Lin Nuan’s heart fell into a trance, her mind going bank.
His thumb gently caressed Lin Nuan’s tender lips.
Lin Nuan’s feet were unstable yet her body was held firmly in place by Fu Huai’an.
The irrational desire inside her was awakened as Fu Huai’an’s fingers slowly caressed her lips.
Intense shame occupied Lin Nuan’s heart. She uneasily moved her head back…
Dong—
Lin Nuan’s head did bang against the hanging shelf as Fu Huai’an expected, but she couldn’t sense any pain.
Lin Nuan’s face burned even more when she realized that she’d just knocked against the back of Fu Huai’an’s hand.
You let a man in your house this late, and now you’re realizing it was a mistake?
His soft lips whispered as he kept a calm expression on his face.
She didn’t deny it that time.
Lin Nuan’s face was burning red under the warm lights. Her chest was heaving because of her overwhelming nervousness and shame, accentuating the beautiful curves of her slender, fair neck. Fu Huai’an gulped, apparently moved by the sight of her.
Hearing the whistling sound of the kettle boiling, Fu Huai’an moved back and whipped out a cigar box from his pocket. He took out a cigar and placed it in the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he said,
So I heard you got into a fight with your makeup artist today?
Fu Huai’an didn’t go overboard. Lin Nuan held it in and didn’t say anything as she opened the tea box and began loading it with tea leaves.
I did.
She heard the sound of a lighter lighting up a cigar from behind her. Lin Nuan raised the kettle and began pouring water into the teacup.
It’s too hot. Do you have bottled water in the fridge?
Beneath his arched brows, Fu Huai’an’s unfathomable eyes looked calmer than ever.
Lin Nuan nodded without moving.
Fu Huai’an leaned on the countertop in the crowded kitchen, blocking Lin Nuan’s way to the fridge.
Fu Huai’an drew back his long legs. Lin Nuan then walked over to the fridge to fetch a bottle of cool water and passed it to him.
He took the bottle with the cigar still in his fingers. Opening the cap he took a few sips and asked,
How much did you overhear from my conversation with Lu Jinnan’s today?
