Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the enclosed space of the car, Fu Huai’an’s mature and familiar scent teased her and made her heart beat fast.
All she could think of was the romantic words he said in his deep, raspy voice when they were making love, as well as his deep breaths.
Lin Nuan looked down in shame, and her ears grew hot. She really was “loose” for such images to keep popping up in her head!
Fu Huai’an clearly hadn’t said anything, just the location. And all she could think of was that.
She couldn’t hide her shame and looked outside, trying to calm herself down.
She took a look at her watch; it was ten.
“I agreed that I would pick Tuan Tuan up.” Lin Nuan looked at his defined side profile. “How about we go to the supermarket after picking him up so you could also get some sleep. I’ll wake you up by lunchtime.”
Lin Nuan’s made a proper offer to conceal her emotions. As if using Tuan Tuan as a decent excuse would be acceptable for her to go to his condominium.
“He’s being taken care of by Aunt Li today.” Fu Huai’an looked at her with his deep gaze, then glanced back at the road. “I really miss you…”
His one sentence made her heart race.
It was different to hear him saying such romantic words. She felt nervous but not anxious like before.
Inside the silent car, Lin Nuan could hear her own heartbeat. She looked down and shrunk in her seat, looking outside at the trees passing by through the window. Her expressions were full of shyness, and she fiddled with her shirt uneasily.
The car window reflected Lin Nuan’s gentle smile.
No wonder Shakespeare said women relied on their ears in romance.
Most women couldn’t handle the sweet talk of men.
…
As the car parked in the condominium area, Lin Nuan unbuckled her seatbelt and felt her face burn. She asked, “Is there any food in the refrigerator?”
Fu Huai’an unbuckled his seatbelt and nodded. “Everything’s there.”
As she caught his gaze, her heart beat faster immediately. She nodded and got out of the car.
She knew all too well things would go down whenever they were alone together. She couldn’t calm herself—she knew what was going to happen.
As she walked out of the elevator door with him, soft light lit up in the apartment. There was a pink pair of slippers placed neatly at the staircase. They were brand new and obviously prepared for Lin Nuan.
Fu Huai’an changed his shoes when his phone vibrated.
“The housekeeper already filled the fridge. Go see what food you’d like to eat…”
Fu Huai’an unbuttoned his suit and left it on the head of the sofa, his phone in his hands.
Under the warm light, the man stood tall and composed in his white shirt and slender pants, but his defined features looked visibly tired under the light.
Lin Nuan changed into the comfortable slippers and nodded at Fu Huai’an.
She put her purse and jacket on the sofa. When she looked up, Fu Huai’an had already gone onto the porch and answered the call with one hand in his pocket as he stood near the pool.
She washed her hands and opened the refrigerator. It was filled with fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat, and she instinctively grabbed a tomato. Her hand froze when she was reaching for the egg.
