Which Part of Me Isn't Yours?
Editor: Atlas Studios
The cashier lady didn't take Lin Nuan's credit card. With a slightly envious smile, she said, "Lady, you have such a caring husband. There's no need to separate everything so clearly, you're a family, aren't you? It's rare to find such good men nowadays! You're really blessed!"
Lin Nuan's ears heated up because of Fu Huai'an's "from my body to my heart, from outside to inside… which part of me isn't yours".
She realized that Fu Huai'an was speaking more and more romantic sentences.
Women were all auditory beings. Such an attractive voice, such touching words of romance, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't touched.
There were plenty of people queueing behind them for the cashier, so Lin Nuan didn't push it away. She took the wallet that still held traces of Fu Huai'an's warmth and passed Fu Huai'an's card to the cashier.
When it was time to pay, Fu Huai'an loaded the last bag of groceries into the cart and said, "Your birthday…"