He leaned in slightly...
His chin rested just right on her shoulder...
So close to her, close enough to hear the other's breathing. Even the distinct contour of his side profile pressed against Li Xingwan's cheek.
Soft and delicate...
He even rubbed against it a bit.
It was really super intimate, the super intimate kind...
"Mr. Fu…" Li Xingwan tilted her head slightly, and almost kissed Fu Chengzhou's cold, thin lips, which made her immediately straighten her gaze again.
She had never been cheek-to-cheek with any man like this before. Was this what being in the throes of love felt like?
However, she didn't know if he had any feelings of love inside, since, after all, they had only been together for seven or eight days.
Moreover, Li Xingwan wasn't sure in her heart if what she felt counted as love. She simply didn't understand the question at its core.
Or maybe in Fu Chengzhou's heart, she was merely his wife, and that's why he wanted to cultivate a relationship with her.