"You’re right, I was overthinking it." Tang Sheng said with a sense of relief.
After hearing Wen Cai’s words again, Tang Sheng’s doubts were put to rest.
He thought that maybe he really was overthinking it, perhaps just too tired lately.
It seems he truly needs to take a good rest.
After bidding farewell to Tang Sheng, once she was upstairs, the woman patted her chest, relieved—it was really close, almost got exposed.
Thankfully, Ye Ranran had reminded her, and she was prepared, otherwise, it would have been a disaster.
After calming herself a bit, the woman pushed the door open.
Seeing the things in her hand, Fu Rong’s expression softened, his handso features exuding a tenderness that wrapped around the woman like warm water.
The woman felt as if she was about to drown in it.
Seeing her standing there, maintaining the posture of pushing the door for so long without coming in, Fu Rong couldn’t help but say, "You think I’m good-looking? So stunned you forgot to co in?"
In the past, he used to think such words were too frivolous to say, but now he realized that between people in love, sweet talk is like a lubricant, making life together even better.
How is this frivolous? It’s all about the mood.
It’s a pity he understood too late, otherwise, things might not have co to this.
"I was thinking about sothing, not looking at you," Wen Cai retorted coquetishly.
"Is that so?" Fu Rong said, pulling her closer when she was two steps away, taking the opportunity to encircle her waist with his big hand: "Just now your eyes were fixed on my face, you completely forgot to look away."
"Be careful." Wen Cai, falling into his arms, first protected the food in her hands.
"It’s still hot. What if it burns you?" she complained.
"It won’t spill," he said confidently.
She laughed in exasperation: "How do you know?"
"Because you wouldn’t let it burn , would you?" Fu Rong said with certainty.
"Even if I don’t want to, I can’t guarantee not a single drop will spill, can I?" She wasn’t a martial artist, she couldn’t ensure that the soup would stay completely contained without a drop escaping.
If it burns him, then what?
"I haven’t even touched it yet, and you’re already worried?"
"Who’s worried about you, don’t be shaless. Hurry up and sit down to eat." Wen Cai ca out of his embrace.
Fu Rong had only been holding her lightly, so he didn’t stop her.
"Join for the al." Fu Rong said.
"Alright." Wen Cai did not refuse.
Fu Rong’s room was very large, besides a bed, there was also a sofa, dining table, and writing desk.
The dining table was set by the window, not very big, just enough for four people, Fu Rong and Wen Cai sat facing each other.
The sunset had fallen, night was approaching, but the light hadn’t entirely scattered, mixing with the lamplight, casting a gentle glow on Fu Rong’s features, making them appear even softer.
For a mont, neither spoke, they ate in a cozy and peaceful atmosphere.
Wen Cai had never experienced such days before, a life like this was sothing she never dared to dream of.
And soone like Fu Rong was soone she had never dared to aspire to, everything now felt like a dream to her.
"What’s wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" Seeing her put her chopsticks down, Fu Rong asked.
His words were filled with concern and worry, it was evident that he truly cared about her.
The woman couldn’t understand, how could soone like Ye Ranran hurt soone like Fu Rong.
What was wrong with him that she wanted to leave him?
A flash of anger crossed her face, though it was fleeting, Fu Rong caught it.
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