Fu Huai'an was rendered speechless.
Why did these words sound so much like an insult coming from Lin Nuan's mouth?
Fu Huai'an wasn't calculative with Lin Nuan, and there was a visible smile in his eyes.
Lin Nuan lowered her head and took a serious look at the cup in Fu Huai'an's hands. She blinked several times, then woodenly took the cup and grabbed Fu Huai'an's hand. She extended her arm and wanted to put the cup back onto the coffee table, but she couldn't reach it. Her head was spinning, and her body felt so heavy that she couldn't get up…
Fu Huai'an sighed, taking the cup from Lin Nuan's hand and casually placing it next to him on the coffee table. When he turned his head around, Lin Nuan had pressed her petite face against his palm.
She rubbed her face against Fu Huai'an's palm, giving him the urge to pinch her firm and tender skin.
"You're mine!" Lin Nuan sounded childish but serious. "No one is snatching you from me!"
