Chapter 147 He looked somewhat familiar.

Jiang Shiyuan's spine stiffened, her cheeks flushed, and her heart felt like a butterfly's wings were gently trembling.

Fu Chenzhou's eyes were as dark as ink. His fingertips, which were pressed against her lips, slowly slid and inadvertently wiped away the strawberry juice from the corner of her lips.

The man's fingertips had thin, rough calluses, and the bitter smell of tobacco wafted into her nostrils.

Did he smoke?

Jiang Shiyuan, being perceptive, noticed his subtle unusual behavior.

During her hospitalization, Fu Chenzhou visited her almost every day, bringing her meals, except for three or four days when he didn't show up.