Since the minimum amount for home delivery was eighty dollars, Lin Nuan began to pick other items to add into the cart.
"What are you buying?"
Fu Huai'an was standing behind her with one hand on the couch and the other on the edge of the table. He leaned in Lin Nuan's direction as he glanced at her screen.
Lin Nuan looked back as her shoulder was contacting his chest, but all she could see was his defined side profile.
She felt uneasy as she was nearly in his embrace. Afraid Tuan Tuan would run into them leading to an awkward situation, she said straightforwardly, "I've run out of pads so now I'm filling my cart with them and other stuff for them to deliver it here."
The intoxicating scent on Fu Huai'an flooded her nose, and she felt the temperature rise around her. Focusing on her screen, she continued to pick items to add into her cart. Yet the tension in the air made it hard for her breathe.
