What was it supposed to be—him feeding her a cookie after punching her in the face? Lin Nuan felt that something was off.
"I'm not hungry…" Lin Nuan said in a tired voice.
After coming back from Fu Huai'an's place today, Lin Nuan had barely had anything to eat and only took a few sips of milk before dozing off. She had actually felt drained a long while ago.
"Don't bet on your body."
Fu Huai'an said as he bit on the cigarette and slipped into the suit draped over the sofa arm. He buttoned up the middle of his suit so that it blocked the spot Lin Nuan had contaminated.
Fu Huai'an looked smart and dashing in his suit. His gaze was calm like water as if he was a completely different person from the threatening man just before.
His voice sounded mature, his low register carrying an undeniable air of authority. One couldn't just speak up and go against him, even if Lin Nuan was resisting him inside.
