Be More Proper
Editor: Atlas Studios
She didn't utter a sound and kept her head buried in Fu Huai'an's chest…
Her nostrils were filled with the strong masculine scent from Fu Huai'an, giving Lin Nuan a sense of security and an unprecedented steadfast sense of belonging.
After god knows how long, Lin Nuan looked up at Fu Huai'an, her gaze slightly moist. She originally wanted to ask him if they were done staying in this position, but after meeting Fu Huai'an's eyes, she lowered her head again, her hands circling his waist tugging at his suit.
"Weren't you throwing a grand tantrum yesterday and slamming the door? Why aren't you slamming it now?" Fu Huai'an asked with his voice lowered.
Whenever he recalled Lin Nuan with her reddened eyes and all, he couldn't help feeling anger and heartache.
Lin Nuan gazed up, her arms still on Fu Huai'an's narrow waist. She bit her lip, then tried to hold back a smile as she said, "Then… why don't I go stand there and let you slam the door in my face?"