Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Her back was leaning firmly against the door, like a small kitten that was angered but had no choice except to resist getting angry.

Underneath his thick brows, Fu Huai’an’s eyes narrowed slightly. His Adam’s apple moved imperceptibly as he slowly tapped away the cigarette ashes and said, “From how Tuan Tuan calls you Mom, you’re indeed more suitable than Gu Hanyan. Miss Lin may be pretty, and I also like Miss Lin, but it’s not necessary for this position to be filled by Miss Lin. If Miss Lin is unwilling, no one will force you. You should return to your room, get some rest, and pretend none of this happened.”

Lin Nuan’s ears heated up, internally labeling Fu Huai’an as a beast dressed up as a human. He had made things clear, making her angry and embarrassed.

Lin Nuan stood for a while instead of leaving, so Fu Huai’an patted the space beside him, motioning for Lin Nuan to sit there.

Lin Nuan didn’t move. Fu Huai’an’s deep gaze focused on her, reading the emotions in her eyes that she couldn’t quite hide. It made her remember her purpose in coming here, so she could only adjust her feelings and walked towards him.

At the age of 25, when she started heading towards her 30s, Lin Nuan knew she would be responsible for her own actions.

Since walking out of the guest room, walking into the door, saying all those words, Lin Nuan knew she had two choices: either she kept her pride and walked out , or she let go of her dignity and stayed to plead, letting Fu Huai’an get what he wanted

They were both adults. Despite being a virgin, Lin Nuan knew that when a man and a woman were together alone in a bedroom—and in the middle of the night—it all brought to mind inappropriate images.

Lin Nuan wore a set of men’s pajamas that had a too-wide collar. Her fair and slender neck, her prominent collarbones, were all completely exposed, giving a sensual impression.

Her skin was too fair. At the moment, her slightly pinkish skin and reddened eyes were enough for anyone to know her internal struggle.

Fu Huai’an was exceptionally patient today—he watched Lin Nuan without any anxiety.

Lin Nuan was having an internal war.

Ultimately, her dignity was defeated by Gu Hanyan’s words—she didn’t want Wen Moshen to return only to find out that he had nothing left.

Lin Nuan clenched her fists and stood firm beside the coffee table instead of sitting next to Fu Huai’an on the couch like he asked….

Lin Nuan herself, was a proud and reserved lady.

Going to find Fu Huai’an was a kind of submission that went against her heart, and was already challenging her limits.

“Lin Nuan, we’re both adults. Since you chose not to leave but walked over here instead… We both know what that means, so you should show me your sincerity instead of acting like I’ve wronged you…” Fu Huai’an’s voice was still deep and calm.

Sincerity…

Lin Nuan understood what Fu Huai’an meant by sincerity, and her face burned furiously.

As though she’d used up all of the courage in her life, Lin Nuan walked closer to Fu Huai’an and sat down beside him…

In between her breaths, all she could smell was Fu Huai’an’s masculine scent mixed with the smell of cigarettes. His presence was steady and calm, filled with a strong sense of pressure.

The term cautious was definitely accurate when describing the present Lin Nuan.

She lowered her eyes. Even though she clearly made a move to get closer, her body maintained a distance from Fu Huai’an, trying hard to make herself look natural.

Fu Huai’an removed the sizzling cigarette from his mouth and held it in his hand. He placed his hand on the couch behind Lin Nuan while his body tilted towards her.

The fresh smell of the man’s soap mixed with the scent of cigarettes infiltrated Lin Nuan’s nose, the heavy masculine fragrance made Lin Nuan nervous.

Fu Huai’an was very close to Lin Nuan—his increasingly heavy breaths caused Lin Nuan to panic, and her heart thundered against her chest.

“Didn’t wear your bra… Mm?

Fu Huai’an cocked a brow, his intense gaze was searing. His thick and deep voice that was slightly hoarse sounded sensual and pleasing to the ear, but the contents of his words turned Lin Nuan into an embarrassed mess.

Lin Nuan flushed from head to toe. Yes… she didn’t wear it.

Because she understood Fu Huai’an’s hint, she came up with the idea of unwillingly giving up her own body, taking the choice to retreat out of her hands.

A woman wearing a man’s pajamas, bare inside and sitting on his couch—Fu Huai’an should understand the ‘sincerity’.

She was so embarrassed she couldn’t face Fu Huai’an’s deep gaze. When she felt his breaths coming nearer, she nervously gripped a corner of her shirt with reddened eyes.

“Lin Nuan…” Fu Huai’an’s lips sensually grazed her ears, and Lin Nuan immediately felt a tingle rush down her spine, her body tightening up as her ears became flushed.