Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Fu Huai’an flicked his cigar and raised his long legs, walking towards Lin Nuan’s direction.
Lin Nuan nervously and unconsciously took a step back, but as soon as she did she realized it made her look too timid. She straightened her back and stood there stiffly, clutching the green tea in her hands.
Studying her tense body and flushed face, Fu Huai’an stopped when he was just a step away from her. He lowered his voice and said,
Lin Nuan, do you think I really came here in the middle of the night to drink your green tea?
They were both adults. Fu Huai’an assumed that Lin Nuan would be aware of the implication of a single woman letting a single man into her house at such a late hour.
However, Lin Nuan was so sadly inexperienced in her relationships that she never thought of it that way. She began to panic upon Fu Huai’an’s interrogation. Apparently, she’d been careless…
Fu Huai’an’s matter-of-fact words appeared so intimidating; her whole body went stiff and she didn’t know what to do.
After a long, dead pause, she asked,
You didn’t come to exchange identity cards?
Lin Nuan asked using a rhetorical question, clearly indicating to Fu Huai’an that she didn’t see the matter in the wrong light.
Upon hearing her response, Fu Huai’an grinned and smiled with his eyes. He answered calmly and slowly in his deep, collected voice,
Lin Nuan, it’s not like we haven’t done it before. You should be well aware of my interest in you, or are you simply playing dumb with me?
He took a step towards Lin Nuan as she took a step back. Her legs bumped against the single sofa chair, nearly causing her to trip—especially when she heard him say
it’s not like we haven’t done it before
. Her ears felt as hot as a stove.
Lin Nuan’s heart fell into a trance. She stubbornly stood up straight and leaned back to maintain some distance between them, the muscles in her calves beginning to ache.
Her eyelashes were trembling and she could see Fu Huai’an’s shirt buttons at eye level. She turned her head.
They were very close together. Lin Nuan could even smell the faint scent of alcohol on Fu Huai’an’s body.
Will you feel wronged if you do it with me?
Fu Huai’an asked.
Lin Nuan mustered up her courage to look at Fu Huai’an straight in the eye,
Mr. Fu, who do you think I am? A woman that will casually sleep with you?
Would I casually collect a certificate with any woman?
Fu Huai’an asked with one hand in his pocket.
Lin Nuan choked up.
She was so focused on her anger that she failed to realize that in Fu Huai’an’s eyes, she did indeed
casually
climb into his bed.
Even if there was a legitimate reason, it was indeed too casual. After all, she hadn’t known Fu Huai’an for that long.
The shame in Lin Nuan’s heart multiplied.
Casual… Lin Nuan tried to accuse Fu Huai’an of it but she ended up calling herself out.
She was so embarrassed she wanted to turn around and run away, but it was her home.
She arduously calmed herself down and looked up at him with reddened eyes…
Fu Huai’an stood before her in his shirt with his clearly defined, slender, long hands, the smoke drifting through his fingertips. His shirt had the milk stains left by Lin Nuan, yet it didn’t compromise his imposing and grounded image at all.
With the anger burning inside her, she wanted to say something—yet she felt that she had nothing to back up whatever she said in front of Fu Huai’an. After all, she was the one who sought him out first, what right did she have to accuse him of being frivolous with her?
The window behind Fu Huai’an revealed the brilliant night view of Ocean City. In the backdrop of that striking background, Fu Huai’ans eyes looked even more striking and unfathomable.
Go change your pants. I’ll take you out to get something to eat.
Fu Huai’an grabbed the bottle of green tea from Lin Nuan’s clenched hands, took a step back and leaned over to leave the bottle on the table, leaving Lin Nuan to watch the curvy, defined lines of his sexy back underneath his shirt.
