Last time she forgot to take back the clothes she brought out. Now they came in handy.
Fu Ying came out after her bath, dressed neatly. Shen Liguang leaned on the balcony, smoking, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw her.
"Last time, I've seen some parts already."
Fu Ying's hand trembled as she touched Qibao, her cheeks flushing, remaining silent.
The man put out his cigarette and walked over to sit beside her.
"Your face is red again."
Fu Ying kept her head down and said nothing.
"Fu Ying."
He called her by her name.
Full name, very rare.
His voice, so pleasant, deep and gentle, calling her name tenderly.
Fu Ying looked up at him: "What is it?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to call your name."
His gaze was a bit strange, filled with tenderness, easy to fall into.
At least she did.
Fu Ying looked away and reached for the remote control. She selected an animated movie, then held the cat in her arms, watching intently before suddenly standing up to retrieve a bag.
