Fu Yanlin lowered his gaze to look at Wen Sheng's hand, then raised his eyes again. His eyes were deep beneath his sword-like brows, and the stubble on his chin had somehow become alluring, making him look significantly different than his usual clean and bright self, even more, embodying the charm of a man.
When their eyes met, the surroundings were serene.
Normally, given the atmosphere, something should have occurred between an adult man and woman.
However, Fu Yanlin, his dark eyes heavy, simply glanced at Wen Sheng once before rising to his feet, grabbing his coat from the side, and heading towards the door.
Wen Sheng bit her lip, asking before he left, "Fu Yanlin, where are you going?"
Her voice was soft and sweet, low-toned due to sickness, sounding as if she were pleading plaintively.
Fu Yanlin tensed for a moment but didn't turn around, simply saying coldly, "I'm going to sleep in the car downstairs."
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