Sensing the smile on Fu Huai'an's lips, Lin Nuan grew increasingly uneasy, and her heart was feeling like a tangled mess.
Lin Nuan did not feel repulsed by Fu Huai'an.
Just then, when their bodies had pressed closely together, and with Fu Huai'an's thumb that smelled of cigarettes rubbing her lips, Lin Nuan's heart… did flutter.
She clenched her fists tightly, unwilling to admit her own feelings.
Fu Huai'an had always been experienced. Lin Nuan cynically guessed that "like" was a word Fu Huai'an used to trick women into his bedsheets.
His thin lips parted once more, saying, "I also like the feeling of having s*x with you…"
Lin Nuan's face was completely burning up as her fists tightened. Suddenly, she felt that Fu Huai'an's directness was horrible, without the slightest bit of consideration for the feelings of others.
