Lin Nuan bit down on her lip and used her left hand to reach out to Fu Huai'an's neck, her fingers clenching on to his stiff collar while carefully avoiding the glowing red butt of his cigarette. She lowered her gaze as her right hand started to unbutton Fu Huai'an's shirt with trembling fingers.
Fu Huai'an squinted his eyes slightly. He grabbed Lin Nuan's right hand and said in his deep magnetic voice, "What are you doing?"
Tonight, Wen Moshen's call and text, along with Lin Nuan crying for Wen Moshen, all made Fu Huai'an feel slightly frustrated, unable to fully concentrate on work.
His mind was filled with the image of Lin Nuan secretly using a tissue to wipe away her tears in the car.
His possessiveness towards Lin Nuan was slowly increasing day by day.
