Holding Her Waist
Editor: Atlas Studios
What was he saying?
Drink… milk?
Lin Shiyu's lashes quivered and she looked at him. It was hard to imagine such a refined and highly esteemed man saying 'milk' and yet at the same time, she had a weird feeling that he was like a little puppy.
She hugged Little Shushu and evaded his hand.
Fu Qinglun looked at her small beautiful face and retracted his hand naturally. It was as if he did not think anything was amiss.
At this moment, the green light lit up and he continued driving.
…
They arrived at the apartment.
The Maybach gradually came to a stop and Lin Shiyu wanted to open the door, but at this moment, the door was opened from outside. Ever the gentleman, Fu Qinglun had opened the door for her.
She got down from the car.
Fu Qinglun extended his strong arm. "Let me."
"What?"
Fu Qinglun looked at Little Shushu, who was in her arms. "Let me carry him."
"…"