Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 797: No Matter How Many Times You Want to Do It, I’m Fine With It

Fu Huai’an embraced Lin Nuan with one hand and casually placed the documents he was holding on the vase rack…

While Lin Nuan was still in a dazed state, Fu Huai’an had already lifted her up.

Lin Nuan’s legs and butt were pressed against Fu Huai’an’s firm and powerful arms. Through the suit and shirt, she could feel the scorching hot temperature of his arms. He was hugging her like she was a kid.

Lin Nuan circled both arms around Fu Huai’an’s neck. Lowering her head and gazing at his deep and intense eyes, her heart rate accelerated several beats per minute.

Even though they had been together a long time, Lin Nuan was still unable to resist Fu Huai’an’s gaze. A mere look into his eyes was enough to make her heart throb.

Fu Huai’an placed her on the large office desk. Lin Nuan looked up and gazed at him, but she wasn’t so bewitched that she had forgotten about her question.

He propped both hands by Lin Nuan’s sides and bent over, smiling at her lightly, his calm and mature voice filled with masculine charm as he said, ”Whether it’s dangerous or not depends on how you look at it. There’s danger from the minute one steps out of their house—car wrecks, killer litter1, murder, accidents. Who knows between natural disasters and human-made calamities, which will come first? We’re not necessarily safe sitting at home either. When an earthquake strikes, the home turns out to be the most dangerous location…”

Lin Nuan felt her heart sink as Fu Huai’an spoke calmly. She gripped the collar on the back of Fu Huai’an’s neck, her eyes feeling stung and swollen.

She lowered her gaze, her nostrils filled with Fu Huai’an’s calming masculine scent. Yet, even as she was surrounded by this scent, Lin Nuan still felt flustered and panicked.

Lin Nuan didn’t have the courage to look up. She licked her dry lips, holding back the swollen and painful sensation in her throat.

”So, that means that it’s still very dangerous?” Lin Nuan sounded choked, and tears were sliding down her eyelashes, instantly vanishing as they landed on her sweater.

Fu Huai’an pursed his lips slightly. ”Xiao Nuan, raise your head and look at me!”

Lin Nuan refused to raise her head. She turned her head to the side, her slender arms holding around Fu Huai’an’s neck even more tightly.

”Raise your head and look at me!” Fu Huai’an’s Adam’s apple glided, his voice sounding low and sexy.

In her sight was the gray carpet in Fu Huai’an’s temporary office. Her chin was pinched by Fu Huai’an’s slightly calloused hand and lifted…

But Lin Nuan stubbornly lowered her gaze, refusing to look at Fu Huai’an.

Seeing the tears on Lin Nuan’s face, Fu Huai’an paused helplessly. He looked like he was about to say something, yet he stopped himself. After a momentary silence, he kissed Lin Nuan on her tightly pursed lips.

With the familiar warmth enveloping her, tears began to slip down her cheeks even harder. When her teeth were pried open, both of them tasted the saltiness of tears.

Fu Huai’an gently caressed Lin Nuan’s neck, preparing to stop as he leaned his forehead against hers. Lin Nuan tightened her hold around his neck in a proactive and aggressive manner, her hands on his shoulders and nails nearly digged into his skin.

It was an intense and deep kiss, their tongues intertwining together. It was only when Lin Nuan felt like she was about to suffocate that she finally released Fu Huai’an’s tongue. She closed her eyes and tightly embraced Fu Huai’an, panting heavily.

There was an eagerness to please in her kiss. She was kissing Fu Huai’an in the way he liked. She wanted him to retract those scary words that made her worried before he concluded his speech.

”The kinky lingerie that you like, shall… I wear it for you?” Lin Nuan couldn’t stop her voice from sounding choked as she raised her head and caressed Fu Huai’an’s firm arm with a petite hand.

Gazing at Fu Huai’an, Lin Nuan’s stubborn gaze carried a hint of fear and fragility. Yet, she stubbornly revealed a smile. With the mist in the bottom of her eyes, she looked worse smiling than she did crying.

Lin Nuan was succumbing to Fu Huai’an in her way, pleading to him in her way.

Lin Nuan was proud, and she had never opened her mouth to ask Fu Huai’an for anything. Yet, this time, she had placed herself in the inferior position on the scales of love…