Soon, everyone left one after another, until only Fu Sheng and I were left by the fire. The night grew quiet, and the silence between us felt awkward and heavy.
To break it, I faked a small cough and slowly tried to move away from him. I had barely taken a step when his hand suddenly caught mine.
Before I could react, he pulled me back.
I lost my balance and ended up sitting on his lap. His arm wrapped around my waist to keep me steady.
I froze at once.
My heart started racing, and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel the warmth of his body, close and real.
Fu Sheng didn't say anything. He just looked at me, his eyes dark in the firelight.
The fire crackled softly beside us, and the night felt much warmer than before.
He finally broke the silence.
"Why were you trying to move away?" he asked quietly.
I stiffened. Caught off guard, I stammered, my words coming out uneven.
"I—I just thought it was awkward," I said, avoiding his eyes. "Everyone left so suddenly."
