Mr Fu, I Really Love You 133 Awkwardness in the Air

Lin Nuan suddenly felt an unbearable wave of heat run over her whole body as her mind replayed the scene in his bedroom, recalling that clear and impressive bulge on his black pants.

No wonder she felt such pain the first time.

Suddenly Lin Nuan’s lower stomach felt bloated and uncomfortable. She shifted her body to sit in a different posture.

Sensing Lin Nuan’s fidgeting, Fu Huai’an asked, “What are you nervous about?”

Lin Nuan sheepishly sat frozen in place and looked outside the car window. She denied it by saying she wasn’t.

She denied it in words but she couldn’t get that image out of her head. The temperature on her face kept rising…

Lin Nuan felt that the car was too stuffy since Fu Huai’an didn’t open the window. She couldn’t help letting out her temper, “Open the door, I’m getting out.”

“You’re still not tired after fidgeting around the whole night?” Fu Huai’an whipped out a cigar and bit it in the corner of his mouth. He tossed the box of cigars onto the dashboard and rolled down the car window.

As it rolled down, the cool air entered Lin Nuan’s lungs. However, her hot emotions still remained unalleviated. She said with an edge to her tone, “I’m tired. I’m going up to rest, so open the car door.”

Fu Huai’an held the lighter in his hand and didn’t light the cigar. He looked at Lin Nuan for a while and removed the cigar from his mouth. “If I said I needed to use your bathroom, you wouldn’t feel embarrassed to let me use it because of tonight, right?”

Lin Nuan kept silent.

Fu Huai’an had a point. If she really didn’t let him use it, it would make her look bad.

She wanted to answer no straight to his face. But as she turned around and met with his seemingly smiling eyes, she swallowed back her blunt words.

They were already alone in the car together. He should be on his way after using the toilet upstairs, not to mention Bai Xiaonian and Song Qie were still there.

She didn’t believe that Fu Huai’an would do anything to her in her own house.

“Two of my friends are upstairs. If you don’t mind, you can go up and use the bathroom…”

Fu Huai’an was well aware of what Lin Nuan was trying to do. He placed his unlit cigar and lighter on the drawer and opened the car door.

…

Fu Huai’an followed Lin Nuan and entered the elevator.

She pressed on her level and the doors closed. The mirror reflected Fu Huai’an’s mature and defined features. Lin Nuan felt butterflies in her stomach.

Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an stood next to each other in the elevator. His hands were in his pockets, his fitting shirt tucked neatly into his suit pants, making his figure appear more slender and taller than usual—not to mention his toned waist.

Her glance fell down. Through the mirror, she looked at a place she shouldn’t have been looking at and immediately glanced elsewhere. She sheepishly shifted to the side and pretended to watch the advertisement on the television in the elevator. She was, however, distracted.

“Do you like this brand?” She heard his deep, low voice from behind.

“Huh?” Lin Nuan looked at Fu Huai’an through the mirror.

She followed his gaze and looked at the screen of the television—it was showing an advertisement for Durex…

“…”

Lin Nuan’s ears grew red and she couldn’t breathe properly.

Awkwardness was in the air.

“Ding—”

As the elevator came to a stop, she cleared her throat and announced that they’d arrived. She then dashed out the elevator.

Fu Huai’an walked out unhurriedly.

Lin Nuan’s hands were shaking as she tried to open the door with her key, but the key just didn’t seem to fit quite right into the keyhole…

A man’s footsteps were steadily approaching. Lin Nuan furrowed her eyebrows and the faster she tried to unlock the door the more uncooperative the key got.

At the next instant, the man’s heat approached Lin Nuan’s spine. Her hand, still holding the key, was grasped by Fu Huai’an’s strong hand. He pushed the key into the hole accurately and turned it right.