The lights in the bedroom were dim and warm. The humidifier on the nightstand had a layer of white mist wafting from it, complementing her flushed face to look increasingly charming and sweet.
She dug her fingers into her blanket and didn't know what to say. Her face was flushed red, and she didn't dare to look at him.
Meanwhile, Fu Chen kept staring at her, afraid of missing any important expression on her face.
In the past, before revealing his feelings for her, Fu Chen spoke to her with the arrogance and air of an elder. But now, he was flirting with her all the time and letting go of himself.
Song Fengwan didn't know how to respond to it.
In the past, when she was engaged to Fu Yuxiu, the engagement had been arranged a long time ago, and usually, they would just have a meal and chat. There was no such thing as someone wooing the other.
She had no experience and was slightly at a loss.
