Fu Lun met her obsessed gaze; it wasn't the first time a woman had looked at him like that, but under this woman's gaze, he inexplicably felt a bit proud. He propped his hands on the bed, leaned closer, and gave her a light peck on the lips, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Xiaolian snapped back to reality immediately, embarrassed, she lowered her head, her face flushed up to her ears, she said, "What, who is?"
Like petting a dog, Fu Lun patted her head, "Quickly get dressed, don't make your sister Yan wait too long."
As the man's figure disappeared behind the frosted glass of the bathroom, Xiaolian touched her red lips with a hand, her gaze as charming as if it could wring out water. What to do, she seemed to be increasingly fond of Fu Lun.
Fu Lun escorted Xiaolian to the hospital, as they walked out of the elevator, Xiaolian wanted to hold Fu Lun's hand, but just as she reached out, Fu Lun discreetly slid his hand into his pocket.
