He closed the door and walked over, pulling Wanwan straight into his arms, burying his head in her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Return the train ticket, I'll take you home."
His warm breath scattered onto the side of her neck, and his lazy tone, like a child being petulant, carried a noticeable touch of emotion. Wanwan smiled slightly, it was the first time she saw him like this. She lifted her hand, wrapped it around his waist, caressed his smooth spine, and said, "Are you being coquettish?"
He lazily replied, "Hmm."
Fu Weiheng couldn't bear it, he really couldn't bear it.
A while ago, because of a business trip, they had to be apart for half a month. Finally, after wrapping up work, they reunited but didn't even have a full day together before his parents came home. Wanwan felt somewhat embarrassed as the elders were at home. Even though they stayed under the same roof these days, time alone together was pathetically scarce.