Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Fu Huai’an held the back of Lin Nuan’s head with one hand, his warm lips pressing down. With a gentle kiss, he slowly pried open her lips and their soft tongues mingled together, sharing a light and minty cigarette smell…

Lin Nuan’s breath was snatched away by the man, and her face flushed.

As she felt nervous, Lin Nuan’s senses had become extremely sensitive—that kind of fluid exchange made her anxious to the point she felt her scalp turning numb.

His aggressive breathing attacked Lin Nuan, making her panic.

Her mind was all jumbled up, and her heart violently beat against her chest.

Fu Huai’an’s kiss pushed an unfamiliar tingle up Lin Nuan’s stiff spine, making her uneasy and even causing her to feel fear…

Before she came into the room, she’d thought it would be a battle where she would welcome her death, but her body was like putty in Fu Huai’an’s embrace. She had no way of rivaling Fu Huai’an’s experienced ways—she was clearly surrendering before the fight even started.

Fu Huai’an’s partially-closed eyes took in the sight of Lin Nuan’s red face… Her eyes were unfocused as his large hands stroked the beautiful curve of her back. He pulled her closer to him, the softness under his touch filling him with desire.

She had always been the woman Fu Huai’an wanted. She was helplessly pliant for him and unable to resist whatever he wished to do—how could he not be stirred up?

Lin Nuan’s heart retained a sliver of consciousness as she struggled to resist, her small hands pressing onto Fu Huai’an’s chest. Under her palms, she felt Fu Huai’an’s skin, burning at a high temperature.

The force behind Lin Nuan’s push was weak, but Fu Huai’an noticed her rejection and let go of her lips, breathing heavily.

“Regretting it? Fu Huai’an asked.

Two words and Lin Nuan subconsciously grabbed onto the fabric covering Fu Huai’an’s chest.

Fu Huai’an’s attitude was clear; he did not force women. And as for lust… Lin Nuan was tasting it for the first time, but Fu Huai’an still appeared clear-headed enough to withdraw himself at any time, as though nothing had happened.

She was afraid that it would happen—and afraid that it would not happen.

Lin Nuan had forced herself into a dead-end. Her eyes reddened, and she lowered her head in silence.

Did Fu Huai’an’s actions meant that he agreed to her replacing Gu Hanyan…

Or… Lin Nuan had gifted herself to him, so he was calmly accepting it?

Lin Nuan wanted to ask, but her sense of shame did not allow her to.

“Don’t be nervous…” Fu Huai’an patiently comforted and coaxed her, his heavy breath sweeping across Lin Nuan’s lips. His sexy, hoarse voice comforted Lin Nuan’s uneasy and conflicted feelings.

The sound of Fu Huai’an’s gentle voice right next to her ears inflamed her, and she tightly held onto his shirt to avoid having her body crumbling under him.

Lin Nuan had a dream. In the dream… Wen Moshen came back.

Right at the front door of the Lin family’s house, he wore the suit he’d had on the day he left, his face smiling in that way Lin Nuan was most familiar with. He was thanking Lin Nuan… Thanking Lin Nuan for helping him defend the woman he loved.

The wind was strong, blowing to the point where Lin Nuan couldn’t even hide her tears. She was smiling… but her heart hurt as though someone had cut off a large piece, and it was turning cold.

She remained where she stood and sent Wen Moshen away with her eyes, seeing him set off to find the woman he loved deeply with a blissful look on his face…

The sound of a shower reached her ears, and Lin Nuan slowly woke up.

Unfamiliar bedroom, unfamiliar bed… The unfamiliar pillow was soaked with Lin Nuan’s tears.

Fu Huai’an was showering in the bathroom; Lin Nuan sat up… looking at the mess of clothes on the floor, she didn’t know how she’d ended up with Fu Huai’an last night.

Maybe it was his experienced ways that made Lin Nuan unable to resist, or maybe… maybe it was Lin Nuan’s stubbornness in loving Wen Moshen that gave her incredible courage.

Lin Nuan got off the bed trembling, picking up the pajamas that didn’t belong to her and wrapped herself up firmly.

At first, she wanted to take advantage of Fu Huai’an’s time in the shower to escape the crime scene, but she remembered that she hadn’t gotten a confirmation on whether he would give up his engagement with Gu Hanyan.

Lin Nuan chose not to leave after some hesitation…

Since it had already happened, why should she be scared to face it?

When Fu Huai’an came out of the shower, Lin Nuan had already tidied up the bed.

Seeing Fu Huai’an, with his towel hung on his neck, she wanted to open her mouth but found it hard to speak.

She heard the sound of a lighter, then Fu Huai’an asking, “Did Gu Hanyan look for you?”