The air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin dropped on the floor.
Qin Shu concentrated on her notebook as she was copying. Her mind was still recalling Fu Tingyu's request. She had never done it before, therefore, she felt that the request was too demanding.
Fu Tingyu walked in slowly and saw Qin Shu sitting at the table with her back facing him. She was holding a pen as if she was writing something. He walked over curiously and deliberately slowed down his footsteps.
It was merely three meters away, and he had now stood at her back.
Qin Shu didn't notice that a man was standing behind her. She was concentrating on writing the words I love Fu Tingyu wholeheartedly.
Fu Tingyu was tall and slender. He could easily see what she was writing standing behind her.
Holding a silver fountain pen with a notebook the size of a palm, she was writing something seriously.
