The sound of the running range hood could be heard from the kitchen, the sound ringing like a lullaby, making Tuan Tuan even sleepier.
A phone started ringing from the living room when Lin Nuan was placing the unwashed tomatoes in the water. She looked up to see Fu Huai'an picking up the call, cigarette at the corner of his mouth. As he bent down to pick up a lighter from the coffee table, the outline of his broad back muscles showed through his tight shirt.
He walked to the balcony and closed the sliding door, back facing the living room as he lit up the cigarette before casually pocketing the lighter—every move was filled with the charisma of a mature man.
Lin Nuan realized that she'd been staring at Fu Huai'an's back for a long time and she dropped her gaze with heated ears.
Her phone, lying silently under the lamp on the corner table, showed no activity.
