Song Fengwan didn't expect him to suddenly turn his head. The study instantly became cramped, and even breathing became difficult.
An unfamiliar yet heart-pounding aura surrounded her, making her breathless.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Fu Chen spoke once more.
His warm and moist breath landed on her face, and his face was very close…
Song Fengwan felt weak and hot all over, and she clenched her clothes tightly with her fingers. Her entire face was burning hot.
He was so close it was as if he would kiss her the next second.
But Fu Chen also clearly knew what it meant to not go too far. He moved back a little and widened the distance between them.
"Tell me. Why are you looking for me so early in the morning?" Fu Chen put down his brush.
Song Fengwan adjusted her breathing. "Actually, someone followed me after school last night."
"Oh," he replied, his expression as usual.
