Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 63 You Take My First Kiss, You Are Responsible For Me
"But I'm also a novice." Fu Xiheng rubbed her small chin with a smile in his eyes, "Nuan Nuan, you took my first kiss, you are responsible for me."

An Nuan: "..."

This man's thick skin is so thick, it is really...

Also, he just said that he gave her his first kiss, would she believe him in terms of his skillful kissing skills?

Although An Nuan didn't have any deeper contact with Fu Xiheng, she had heard a lot about his explosive gossip.

Even if those scenes were deliberately made up by him, An Nuan always felt that there was something special about Li Mengfu after all.

"You don't believe me?" Catching the hesitation in her eyes, Fu Xiheng stopped what he was doing.

"I only believe what my eyes see." And... what she just felt.

Fu Xiheng supported his forehead, stared at An Nuan for a long time, then walked away from her and sat up straight.

The boulder in her heart suddenly fell to the ground, An Nuan took a deep breath, and slowly sat up.

"In this kind of matter, men are born with more guiding power than women." Fu Xiheng tidied his shirt slowly, and then turned his head to the side to give An Nuan a complicated look.

Hearing what he said, the expression on An Nuan's face visibly froze.

So, he was explaining to her that he really didn't lie to her?
"You, sit at the front." Fu Xiheng opened the door and got out of the car, and pointed to the co-pilot's seat to An Nuan.

An Nuan didn't hesitate and got out of the car obediently.

The bouquet of lilies was still quietly placed there exuding a fragrance. After glancing at Fu Xiheng, An Nuan picked up the bouquet of lilies and put them on her knees.

"I'll help you." Fu Xiheng leaned down and fastened the safety belt to An Nuan.

His scorching breath once again engulfed An Nuan's cheeks, and suddenly, An Nuan's heart tightened, and she began to breathe carefully.

Her wide and clear eyes remained motionless, for fear that her trembling eyelashes would scratch his skin.

Seemingly aware of An Nuan's nervousness, Fu Xiheng hooked the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand to stroke her hair lovingly, and said lightly: "Okay."

Looking at the pair of black eyes that were close at hand, An Nuan felt another moment of panic in her heart.

"Thank you," she said in a low voice, then lowered her head.

The rain seems to be a little lighter, pattering on the window glass, leaving layers of beautiful water mist.

The wiper was still swinging in a fan shape, and the picture connected by water was broken in an instant, and a series of water droplets slid along the arc.

Outside the car window, the colorful night scene retreated rapidly in the rain and fog, leaving only an uncapturable silhouette in people's minds.

By the time the car arrived at the cemetery, the rain had completely stopped.

Under the night, only the outlines of pines and cypresses could be vaguely seen, screaming terrifyingly in the raging wind.

An Nuan got out of the car, raised her restless eyes and looked around, as if countless terrifying eyes were shooting at her.

Holding a lily in her hand, she followed closely behind Fu Xiheng and walked inside.

As early as the beginning, An Nuan had a premonition, but she was not sure at the time.

And now-

Seeing the man's slender figure stop in front of a tombstone, An Nuan stepped towards him.

A bouquet of pure white lilies was placed in front of the tombstone, which attracted An Nuan's attention.

She lowered her head to look at the lily in her arms, and then shifted her gaze to the man.

　Some people say that two people who really love each other can drink the smell of roses from a bowl of porridge.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)