Chapter 20: Afraid of Thunder
Nangong Yan sniffled and walked over, squatting in front of him, her small face glistening with moisture as she looked up.
She exuded a literary air, her pajamas were also in a fresh, simple style, not revealing at all.
But as she squatted down, slightly tilting her head back, the continuous curve from her neck to her chest was even more provocative than exposure.
Fu Xingzhou gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with a tissue, yet his eyes lacked any hint of desire.
"You're an artist, how could you injure your hand?"
"I heard that Mr. Fu's hometown is in Yulian Village in Hong Kong, and it so happens that a friend I know was born there too. He said that the green fish soup is a sentimental tie for every Yulian person, so I presumptuously learned to make it, hoping to cook it for Mr. Fu." Nangong Yan said, a tinge of grievance in her voice, "But I'm clumsy, not only did I fail to make the soup, I scalded my hand. It's fine if my hand is injured, but if it ruins Mr. Fu's big plans, then it's my fault."
Fu Xingzhou listened to her emotionally charged confession, his expression unchanging. After Nangong Yan finished her last sentence with some trepidation, he finally spoke somberly.
"If you know it's wrong, try to be more careful next time." His hand holding the tissue patted her face twice, not heavily, but enough to sober Nangong Yan up a bit.
In fact, it was his lack of expression that left her baffled, uncertain of his true feelings for her.
If he cared, he would have surely taken the opportunity to treat her with tender care.
Yet after wiping her tears, he used such an action to awaken her from her dream.