Atlas Studios

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  The man’s mature breaths mixed with the smell of cigarettes engulfed her, his warm chest chasing away the coldness brought by the cold wind, but Lin Nuan’s still felt goosebumps, her whole body shivering.

  The rain grew heavier and heavier. Someone used a bag to cover their head as they ran in their high heels towards shelter to avoid the rain. It was a young lady dressed in office attire. Not noticing where she was going, she stepped into a hole in the road and her body bumped into Lin Nuan’s shoulder, pushing her into Fu Huai’an’s arms.

  “Sorry sorry…”


  The rain was so heavy that the young lady’s glasses were covered by the raindrops and she couldn’t see who she’d bumped into, so she apologized hurriedly before rushing off again.

  The kiss broke off from the accident and Lin Nuan was already running out of breath, her face a patch of crimson. Her expression of shyness was clearly visible.

  The air was filled with embarrassment. Lin Nuan looked at the shoulder that was knocked into to cover up her awkwardness.

  She thought the kiss would end there, but the man pulled her face back with his large hand and leaned over once more.

  She grasped onto his wrist, the face of his ice-cold watch slick with Lin Nuan’s sweat.

  After a short pause from surprise, she tried to push Fu Huai’an away but his slightly rough hand locked her wrist and brought her hand around his narrow waist, pulling her towards him even more.

  Tripping over her feet, Lin Nuan bumped into Fu Huai’an’s embrace once more.

  Her arm was under Fu Huai’an’s thick suit, her palm only one thin shirt away from his back, the temperature of his skin burning her hand and disrupting her mind.

  Lin Nuan wanted to withdraw her arm but Fu Huai’an hugged her even tighter.

  Through the kiss, her mouth was completely full of the man’s strong taste and the air in her lungs was stolen away by him, her tongue growing tired.

  Lin Nuan couldn’t deny that Fu Huai’an’s kiss stirred up the desire in her. His experienced ways made her unable to resist.

  Her actions of resistance grew smaller and weaker as time passed before eventually ceasing, to the point where her legs turned to jelly and she could only grab onto Fu Huai’an’s shirt from the back to barely support herself upright.

  Lin Chen held Lin Nuan’s small bag in his hand as he stood at the top of the stairs at the entrance of the hospital…


  He saw the duo who were stuck closely together under the black umbrella, his heart feeling something he couldn’t quite phrase.

  The black umbrella covered their faces but Lin Chen could still make out Lin Nuan’s figure.

  Even though he wasn’t smoking, his mouth tasted bitter.

  His hand tightened onto the poor bag which was small in his large hand, his knuckles clear and visible, but his eyes remained calm like a pool of dead water, dark and distant.

  After some time passed, Lin Nuan started feeling dizzy, maybe because of the lack of oxygen or because of her stirred up lust. When Fu Huai’an finally released her lips, his deep black eyes watched the misty desire in her eyes, making her appearance more attractive.

  “Go to my place, or return to yours?

  Fu Huai’an’s thick voice was slightly hoarse, sounding extremely sexy.

  Lin Nuan whose brain had still felt mushy immediately cleared up, and she withdrew her hand from the man’s shirt, angry with embarrassment. Looking at him, her feelings of anger showing outwardly as she asked, “What do you mean by that?”


  Seeing Lin Nuan’s guarded stance, Fu Huai’an asked, “You had no feelings towards that kiss?”


  As adults, the feeling Fu Huai’an meant… Lin Nuan naturally understood.

  And it was exactly because she understood, which was why Lin Nuan was especially angry at Fu Huai’an—and more so at herself—for getting heated up from that kiss.