Chapter 163
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Did Su Manman want to use Lin Nuan's show to clarify things, or did she have other motives?
If she wanted to clarify things, why would Su Manman choose Lin Nuan's show that hadn't even started airing and had unknown viewership ratings?
Based on what Lin Nuan knew, there were many shows that wanted to invite Su Manman, but she didn't accept them.
On the counter, Fu Huai 'an's phone kept ringing. She remembered that it hadn't stopped ringing since Fu Huai' an carried her back to the bedroom. Lin Nuan couldn't help but walk towards it.
There was a string of numbers on the screen. Lin Nuan picked up Fu Huai 'an's phone, afraid that it might be an emergency. She wanted to pass it to him, but she felt that it wasn't appropriate for her to only wear Fu Huai' an's shirt.
She put on her denim skirt and went to the guest room.
Lin Nuan didn't hear anything in the bathroom. She walked to the bathroom door and asked, "Are you there?"
Lin Nuan couldn't call him Fu Huai 'an, and calling him Mr. Fu would make her sound distant and petty. She thought about it and decided not to call him anything.
"Yes …"
Lin Nuan only said after hearing Fu Huai 'an's response, "Your phone has been ringing for a long time. It's a string of numbers. I don't know who's calling."
"Bring it in …"
Lin Nuan heard Fu Huai 'an's words and grabbed the bathroom door handle, pushing it open …
Inside the bathroom, the steam and humidity mixed with the fragrance of a minty shower gel.
Fu Huai 'an had just finished showering, and his black hair was dripping wet. He stood in front of the washstand, his cigarette-holding hand propped against the marble edge of the washstand. His right hand held a razor with his well-defined fingertips as he shaved his face. His chin was slightly raised as he faced the mirror, and the right side of his chiseled face still had some shaving foam that he hadn't shaved off in time.
He was only wearing a pair of black boxers, and the old scars on his sexy, honey-colored skin didn't affect his beauty. His muscular lines were the result of long periods of self-discipline.
In the mirror, the man's healthy body was bursting with hormones, attacking Lin Nuan's visual nerves and causing her heart to race.
Her gaze moved away from Fu Huai 'an's firm chest and abs in the mirror and landed on Fu Huai' an's smooth back and black underwear under his narrow waist. Lin Nuan's face heated up.
Lin Nuan raised her head and met Fu Huai 'an's deep gaze in the mirror. Lin Nuan clenched her fists and no longer dared to look at the mirror. She reached out and handed her phone to Fu Huai' an. "Your phone."
Fu Huai 'an slowly scraped off the last bit of foam on his face and turned on the tap to rinse off the razor before turning around to take his phone.
Looking at the denim skirt under Lin Nuan's shirt, Fu Huai 'an felt it was funny to see her nondescript attire. He calmly said, "The food is already heated. You can sleep after eating …"
Lin Nuan hurriedly turned around and closed the bathroom door. Fu Huai 'an seemed to be smiling.
Sitting at the dining table, Lin Nuan couldn't calm down for a long time. Just now, when Fu Huai 'an turned around, all she could see was Fu Huai' an's black underwear.
Earlier on in bed, Lin Nuan had kept her eyes shut and didn't dare to look. Now that she noticed Fu Huai 'an's area, she finally understood why it still hurt so much even though it was the second time. Even now, it was still sore and painful.
"Ding Dong —"
Her phone vibrated. Lin Nuan picked it up and glanced at it. It was a message from Bai Xiaonian: "If you're not back by 11: 30, you probably won't be coming back tonight. Don't forget that you have to film a new show tomorrow, so take it easy."
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