Fu Hang frowned slightly. He let go of Shen Yan, and there was some dissatisfaction in his eyes. “Let me see who it is.”
Shen Yan’s consciousness came back little by little. She simply tidied up her clothes and sat up from the sofa.
When Fu Hang walked to the entrance of the hallway, Shen Yan finally remembered that it might be the takeout that she had ordered.
Fu Hang walked in with the takeout. He looked at Shen Yan and asked curiously, “Are you hungry?”
His voice was deep, husky, and magnetic. Shen Yan could not help but blush when she heard it.
“Yes.” Shen Yan nodded lightly. Her gaze inadvertently fell on Fu Hang’s lips that were stained with her lipstick. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her eyes, and she pointed at her lips. “Look at your lips.”
Fu Hang looked at Shen Yan in confusion. He wiped the corner of his mouth casually and perfectly avoided the lipstick stain.
Shen Yan took out a piece of paper from the coffee table and handed it to Fu Hang, who was walking over.
Fu Hang sat next to her. He moved his face slightly closer to Shen Yan and said softly, “Why don’t you help me wipe it?”
Shen Yan’s face was flushed with a trace of red. She used a tissue to carefully remove the lipstick from the corner of Fu Hang’s mouth.
Fu Hang’s eyes gleamed with a glint of a smile. He got closer to Shen Yan’s mouth and was about to kiss her when she turned away.
“I’m starving. Let’s eat first.” Shen Yan smiled as she gazed at Fu Hang.
Shen Yan ordered a bowl of ramen, which was well-insulated. When she opened it, the soup was still steaming.
Fu Hang helped Shen Yan to open the lid and looked at her with a smile. “Let me feed you!”
“No. No, I can eat by myself.” Shen Yan was really hungry. She was not in the mood to flirt with Fu Hang right now, so she picked up her utensils and ate the noodles.
Fu Hang looked at Shen Yan from the side. He gently placed his fingers on Shen Yan’s long hair and tucked the strands of hair around her face behind her ear. “Darling, why didn’t you send a message when you came back?”
Shen Yan paused in her action of eating the noodles. In the end, she swallowed the noodles in her mouth and replied, “I forgot.”
“Forgot?” Fu Hang raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled lightly. He took out his phone and clicked on a page. He placed it in front of Shen Yan. “Darling, you’re playing quite happily at home. This handsome guy looks pretty good.”
Shen Yan almost choked on her noodles. She coughed and took out a piece of paper to wipe her mouth before saying, “He’s Chen Nian’s cousin.”
“Is that so?” Fu Hang looked at Shen Yan suspiciously.
Shen Yan had just eaten some noodles, and now her stomach and body were very warm. She looked at Fu Hang with a faint smile. “Mr Fu, do you smell jealousy?”
As soon as Shen Yan finished speaking, Fu Hang held her in his arms again.
Shen Yan was held in Fu Hang’s arms and placed on his lap. He leaned forward, his chest resting directly on Shen Yan’s back.
Shen Yan could feel the heat rising from behind her, and her face was already getting hot. “What are you doing?” she said, turning back and looking dissatisfied at Fu hung.
Shen Yan’s unpreparedness was used by Fu Hang, who gently nipped Shen Yan’s earlobe. “This vinegar tastes quite wonderful.” He said ambiguously, “Do you want to give it a go, Darling?”
Shen Yan shook her head and pushed Fu Hang away with her hand. “Stop playing around!” she remarked with a smile.
She knew very well in her heart that the taste Fu Hang said was not that simple.
Fu Hang glanced at Shen Yan and said with a smile, “Was the noodles you ordered really that good?”
Hearing Fu Hang’s words, Shen Yan looked at the half-eaten noodles and said, “It tastes pretty good. Do you want to try it?”
The man kissed her lips and softly bit them just as Shen Yan’s voice faded. “Be good, Darling. Let me get a good taste!” he said, his voice ambiguous.
Shen Yan’s heart began to race as he heard the man’s low, raspy voice. She couldn’t help but sink in when she looked into Fu Hang’s eyes.