Mr Fu, I Really Love You

The clock on the wall showed it was nearly 1:00 p.m. already. Lin Nuan said to Tuan Tuan, “Wash your hands and get ready to eat…”

“Alright!” Tuan Tuan propped his hands against the sofa and jumped off. He put on his cartoon shoes and ran towards the toilet.

Lin Nuan folded the blanket and said to Fu Huai’an, who had just changed into his shoes and walked inside, “Auntie Li left already, she said the food was ready and we could eat soon…”

Fu Huai’an walked over to the sofa and passed her a poetry book. It was “The Poetry Collection of Xi Murong”.

Fu Huai’an came back right after he made some arrangements in the company.

Just a bit before Lin Nuan arrived, Fu Huai’an got a call from the bookstore near the neighborhood informing him that the 2010 Edition of “The Poetry Collection of Xi Murong” he had ordered had arrived.

The 2010 Edition was especially hard to find. The owner of the bookshop was close to him and spent a while to locate it when he found out Fu Huai’an was looking for it.

Lin Nuan took the poetry book with a puzzled expression.

“You were in Iraq that year and lost the 2010 Edition of this collection. I asked the owner of the bookstore to look for it…”

Lin Nuan almost forgot about that.

How could she care about the poetry book when she was in the middle of a war in Iraq?

She even lost her own bag…

She looked at the brand new poetry collection in her hands and felt a warmth in her heart. “How did you know I lost it?”

Fu Huai’an smiled gently as he propped his hands on the sofa and leaned closer to Lin Nuan.

His sharp features approached her face, which made her heart beat faster.

She hugged the poetry book in her hands as she held his gaze.

Their faces were especially close, and their breaths seemingly intertwined. She heard Fu Huai’an lower his voice and say, “As long as there’s a will, you can find out anything…”

His deep voice and flirtatious tone intoxicated Lin Nuan. Her fingers involuntarily clenched as she held onto the book, and she could barely conceal her smile anymore.

Fu Huai’an’s gaze fell on her fair, delicate neck. Seeing Lin Nuan’s shy expression, Fu Huai’an placed his strong hand on her shoulder and slid it down along her slender arm, all the way to her wrist. He grasped her wrist with just the right amount of strength and pulled her in his direction…

Lin Nuan played along as she half-kneeled on the sofa, one hand holding the poetry book. She kept her other hand on the sofa as Fu Huai’an grasped it and looked up at him. Seeing his straight, white collar and the sexy curvature of his neck, she could feel her heart beating faster.

He cupped the back of her head with his hand, his long, neat fingers disappearing into her ponytail as the two of them drew even closer…

Fu Huai’an’s intense male scent enveloped Lin Nuan. His warm breath swept over the tip of her nose, and it tingled slightly.

He gazed towards her with his deep eyes and moved even closer.

Her eyelashes began to tremble.

Lin Nuan felt even more nervous since Tuan Tuan was in the house. Her doe-like watery eyes were fixed on Fu Huai’an’s as her elegant neck flushed together with her ears.

He lowered his head as their faces drew closer…

The tip of Fu Huai’an’s nose gently tapped hers. She felt so nervous her stomach ached, and she lost control of her breath.

He planted a soft kiss on her lips. In that very instant, she felt her scalp grow numb.