Mr Fu, I Really Love You
chapter-163

Then does Su Manman have an ulterior motive for going on Lin Nuan’s show other than addressing the scandal?

If she simply came to address it, why did she pick Lin Nuan’s show which hadn’t even aired yet and where the reception was still an unknown?

According to what Lin Nuan knew, quite a few shows wanted to invite Su Manman. She just didn’t accept the invitations.

Fu Huai’an’s phone rang again on the countertop. She recalled that it didn’t stop ringing from the time he carried her to the bedroom. She couldn’t help but walk towards the phone.

The screen showed a random number. Lin Nuan picked up the phone, concerned it might be an urgent matter. As she was preparing to pass the phone to him, she suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for her to see him when she was only wearing his shirt.

She put on her denim skirt and went inside the bedroom.

She didn’t hear any movement inside the shower. Walking to the door of the bathroom, she asked, “Are you there?”

Lin Nuan couldn’t call Fu Huai’an by his name—otherwise, it would make her seem like she was intentionally distancing herself and being petty. After consideration, she decided not to call him anything.

“Yes…”

Upon hearing his response, she said, “Your phone has been ringing for a long while. It’s a random number, not sure who it is.”

“Bring it inside…”

Lin Nuan grabbed the handle of the bathroom and pushed the door open.

Inside the bathroom, fog mixed with a minty shower gel scent greeted her.

Fu Huai’an had just finished taking his shower, and his black hair was dripping wet. As he stood before the rinsing sink, he kept his large hand on the marble edge with a cigarette between his fingers. He used his bony right fingertips to shave his chin as he looked into the mirror. There was still some foam left on his defined profile.

He was only wearing a pair of black boxers, the scattered old scars on his sexy peachy skin not affecting its aesthetic at all. The defined lines of his compact muscles showed the discipline of persistent and long-term working out.

The mirror reflected a ravishing image of the man’s healthy body, and attacked Lin Nuan’s visuals mercilessly, accelerating her heartbeat in no time.

She moved her eyes off his compact chest muscles and pecs in the mirror and then saw the smooth lines of his back and the black boxers down his tight abdomen. The heat on her face was near explosion.

As she looked up, she met eyes with his deep gaze in the mirror. Her body tensed up, and she didn’t dare look into the mirror anymore. She then passed the phone to Fu Huai’an. “Here.”

He slowly shaved away the remaining bit of foam on his side profile. After turning on the tap to rinse off the foam from his razor, he turned around to get the phone.

Seeing the denim skirt under the male shirt she wore, he felt it looked oddly funny. He said plainly, “The food is already hot. Go to bed after the meal…”

Lin Nuan hurriedly closed the bathroom door. He smiled through his eyes.

As she sat before the dinner table, she couldn’t calm herself down for a long time. When Fu Huai’an turned around just then, she saw the impressive outline on his black boxers beneath his abs.

On the bed before, Lin Nuan closed her eyes in shame without daring to look. After noticing that area of Fu Huai’an, she realized why it hurt so bad even during the second time—it still felt sour and in pain until.

“Dingdong—”

Her phone vibrated. She picked it up and took a look. It was a text from Bai Xiaonian: I assume you’re not coming back tonight since you’re still out at half-past eleven. Don’t forget you still have a new show to record tomorrow, so take it easy.

Lin Nuan: “…”