In the dim light of the floor lamp, Wen Sheng's small face the size of a palm blushed a faint red.
Her doe eyes blinked and then she asked again, "Have you ever bought sanitary products for other girls before?"
Fu Yanlin couldn't help but smile, was Mrs. Fu feeling jealous?
She must be jealous because she really cared about him!
Fu Yanlin reached out and pinched Wen Sheng's cheek, teasing her on purpose, "Yes, that time I was too embarrassed to hand them to her directly, so after I bought them I asked another girl to deliver them instead."
A touch of loss swept through Wen Sheng's eyes, she bit her lip and after a moment, she just "Oh"ed softly.
It seemed she was quite bothered by the thought of Fu Yanlin buying such private things for other girls, feeling stuffy in her chest as if a rock was pressing down on her.
"You don't seem too happy, feeling jealous?" Fu Yanlin moved his face closer, a trace of amusement in his eyes.
