The girl was light as a feather as she fell into his arms, exuding a fragrant, soft sensation, and her breath brushed over him, giving Fu Mingyu an instant feeling of warmth.
Not daring to take another look, Fu Mingyu carried Wen Nuan upstairs.
In this villa, besides Fu Mingyu himself, only an occasional cleaner would come to tidy up; no one else had ever been here.
Although the guest room had a bed, it was just the frame and mattress, without any sheets, let alone the pillows and quilts sealed in the cabinet.
Without a second thought, Fu Mingyu carried Wen Nuan into the master bedroom.
Seeing the pristine and neat master bedroom, the big bed made up meticulously, Fu Mingyu paused, a momentary daze on his face, and it took him a while to realize what Wen Nuan had done while he was asleep.
With an increasingly gentle expression, Fu Mingyu carefully placed Wen Nuan on the bed.
