Jiang Nuan was scorched by his gaze, her hands released quickly, her face burning, no longer daring to relax like before. She tensed her back and started to struggle again, "Um, you’re pressing on me and it’s unfortable, and someone might e by at any moment, it wouldn’t be good if they saw us..."
"All the Fu family servants are professionally trained. They know what they should and shouldn’t see. Even if you cry out in the living room, no one will e over!"
"..."
Cry out.
Jiang Nuan was not only feeling hot in her ears, but her neck and face were also burning up. She supported herself on the man’s firm chest with both hands, her eyes starting to wander.
"Fu Yi!"
She felt she was reprimanding someone, being serious, righteous, and very intimidating.
But the reality was that Fu Yi saw the little woman in his arms blushing, glaring at him in annoyance and embarrassment. Her apricot eyes round like a small fox provoked, using a delicate voice to call his name, not intimidating at all, more like teasing him.
His throat moved, suddenly he lifted the person on the sofa horizontally, walking all the way towards the bedroom...
"What are you doing?"
"Fu Yi, you, you put me down, I can walk myself."
"The chicken soup Grandma made for me hasn’t been drunk yet, can I drink it first?"
"Fu Yi."
Jiang Nuan was panicked all the way, finding excuses trying to evade.
Unfortunately, the excuses she found were too clumsy, anyone could hear she was trying to run away.
Fu Yi firmly supported the soft waist of the little woman in his arms, his voice deep and charming like a violin, "Drink it tomorrow, Grandma won’t mind!"
"..."
I mind!
I mind!
Jiang Nuan silently cried out, but unfortunately, her cry had no effect. Her lips were already sealed, and she was brought into the room while whimpering, Fu Yi used his foot to close the door. In the darkness, Jiang Nuan fell onto the soft bed, a burning body covering her...
The night was still very, very long.
The next morning, a plane streaked across the sky. Jiang Nuan supported Old Madam Fu and watched the arc of the plane disappearing, slowly retracting her gaze.
"Grandma, let’s go, let’s go home."
The Old Madam patted the back of her hand, silently forting her, "Sure, alright, let’s go home. It’s okay, Grandma’s with you, it’s only a year, it’ll pass quickly."
"I know." Jiang Nuan’s face broke into a sweet smile, her eyes tender, "I’ve arranged with him to visit in a month, Grandma, let’s go together."
The Old Madam held her hand, followed her back, silently laughing, "Sure, whatever you say!"
Their figures gradually receded into the distance.
The sky was as clear and blue as a jewel, with white clouds floating above. The faint morning light shone through the clouds, strands of pale golden light scattering on the treetops and high-rise buildings. People rushing to work crowded the roads, the sidewalks bustling with people. Sparrows on the treetops along the sidewalks shook off the dew on their feathers, chirping clearly. The leaves also regained vitality, the night dew gathered overnight refracting light under the sunlight, slowly sliding off the stretched leaves, playfully landing on the head of a ’unlucky’ passerby. The cold made the person shrink their neck and look up, only to see the blue sky and a canopy of green leaves.
Jiang Nuan breathed the fresh air. Her fair plexion had a beautiful tint of pink, faintly, non-imposingly, so fortably. She took a picture of the morning light on a tree with her phone and sent it to the man at nine thousand feet in the sky, then tapped out a few words.
[I’ll wait for you to e back.]
Twelve years of liking, thinking it was all my own obsession, only to find out later that you were here too.
You’ve always been!
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