Lin Nuan flushed. Even though Fu Huai'an was subtle, she had caught the hint.
Her face was burning hot, and Lin Nuan felt like she was going to sweat.
Tuan Tuan was kneeling in the back seat with his hands glued to the car window. His tiny face was scrunched up against the window, but he couldn't make out what was going on.
Lin Nuan's lips quivered, she opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer.
She was married and shouldn't be so reserved, but Fu Huai'an was her only experience when it came to s*xual matters.
They were only intimate a couple of times, and Lin Nuan was still clueless.
She wanted to please him, but she didn't know how to.
When it came to s*xual matters, Lin Nuan was a blank canvas, and Fu Huai'an was the lone artist who had drawn on it.
Her ears were burning, but Lin Nuan didn't flinch.
She knew that what she and Fu Huai'an had was different from that of her cousin, Lin Xia, and the jerk she was with.
