Mr Fu, I Really Love You

But Fu Huai’an decisively grabbed the hand pressed up against his chest. He forced her to wrap her arm around his neck and whispered in her ear in a lowered voice, “I let you go upstairs to put something on, and yet you came down in a skirt. Are you intentionally going against me, or are you insisting on testing my self-control?”

His voice was already powerful and deep. Yet it sounded raspy after he smoked, seeming especially sexy.

Lin Nuan instinctively closed her legs when he mentioned the skirt.

She felt the heat rushing through her whole body. Even the air around her was burning hot.

She averted her eyes and saw his large hands on the countertop, his slender, long fingers, and his defined knuckles clear even through the smoke from the cigarette.

She had no way to redeem herself from her sin.

She kept silent. Fu Huai’an loved how shy she seemed. He suddenly cupped her by her bosom using only one hand and lifted her on the countertop, her skirt moving upwards because of his gesture.

Lin Nuan let out a scream in shock. Before she could calm down, he placed his large, strong hand on her slightly cold thigh.

She tried to pull her skirt down in panic. Before she managed to do so, Fu Huai’an forced his way between her legs.

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She felt goosebumps on her head and tried to close her legs. However, she only clenched his tight and compact waist.

Lin Nuan never panicked so much before. Her trembling legs were growing sour—she couldn’t close them or open them. She was feeling as ashamed and awkward as she could. She felt her head go blank with no clue what to do.

The position was too intimidatingly steamy!

“Don’t do this in the kitchen…” Her voice was trembling.

Fu Huai’an threw his cigarette in the sink. He held her chin with one hand and caressed her lips with his fingers. His hand on her thigh slowly made its way up. “I wanted to do this in the car just now…”

Lin Nuan held down his wrist in a panic to stop him it from advancing upwards. The burning warmth in his palm made her whole thigh look red.

As Fu Huai’an’s defined features approached her, she held her breath nervously.

He looked into her eyes through his unreadable eyes. Seeing her hold her out-of-control breath, he patiently moved closer to her.

The tips of their noses touched. He clearly felt her body lightly shake.

She looked down, her heart melting into a mess.

She clearly knew she shouldn’t, but her body couldn’t resist coming closer to the man.

Did she like it?

She undeniably liked Fu Huai’an.

The successful and grounded man had every advantage to win a woman’s heart.

In Lin Nuan’s heart, she was a blank piece of paper romantically, with no experience in relationships at all. But judging from the way he acted, he seemed very experienced in her eyes.

She wasn’t a worthy opponent, in age or experience with relationships.

When she met a guy like him, she would have to surrender and conform in the end, no matter how many chances she had.

Her head was a mess. Suddenly she recalled Song Yao’s words.

She said, when you get used to looking at the peacocks, you couldn’t settle for pigeons.

Then she recalled what Bai Xiaonian had said.

She said, if you go for a relationship with Fu Huai’an, you could dump him the minute you realize he was a player.

The man’s cold lips pressed against hers. In that instant, Lin Nuan’s mind completely shut down. All she could feel was an electric shock rush through her spine to her brain, kicking those messy thoughts out the world.