"Tch~" Huanbo, lying on the floor, curled his lip, holding a cloth in one hand to prevent himself from being exposed, and reaching out with the other hand to pause the recording on the communicator.
Then, laughing, he slumped onto the sofa: "He's clearly a madman, but he insists on wearing the mask of a gentleman. He's only reaping what he sowed. Hehe, I'll show it to Lele tomorrow~"
The next day, when Chang Le woke up, he saw Shen Fuguang, who was as gentle and reserved as ever.
He brought over breakfast, smiled, and took a comb to style her hair: "What hairstyle do you want today?"
Chang Le glanced at him strangely, recalling his gloomy appearance last night, and said, "Brother, last night Uncle Huan was just..."
"Heh, why are you calling me 'brother' again, Lele?" Shen Fuguang lowered his eyes, his gaze rising to reveal a deep, dark gold in his eyes. "Haven't you stopped calling me that in a long time?"
He didn't want to hear her explanation for the long worm.
Chang Le's eyes darkened: "I was a bit rude. I shouldn't have called you by your full name... Oops, brother?"
Shen Fuguang suddenly released his grip on the hair: "Sorry, I pulled your hair."
"It's okay, I can do it myself." Chang Le reached for the comb, but Shen Fuguang avoided her.
"Lele".
Suddenly, Shen Fuguang hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his warm lips right next to her earlobe, and Chang Le froze instantly.
"Fuguang is the name you gave me, and I like it. Can you call me Fuguang?"
"But...but, brother..."
"Fu, Guang." The emphasized tone, carrying a burning heat, landed on Chang Le's sensitive earlobe, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
"Le Bao, be good, call me Fu Guang."
When he spoke, his lips were almost touching his cheek. Chang Le's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, and her throat was so dry it was trembling. She had no idea how she had called his name in such a soft and tender voice.
But upon hearing this, his heavier breathing and hoarse chuckle sent a tingling sensation down his spine and into his heart.
"My sweet baby."
A slightly hoarse voice drifted over, and a warm, bony hand brushed along the back of Chang Le's neck, past his earlobe, and then gently stroked and rubbed his hair. The scalp felt tingly and numb, making Chang Le's soul float away.
Without realizing it, she had completely surrendered her weight to his embrace.
His tender breath caressed her neck, and his hand, with a touch of force, opened and grasped her waist and neck.
He completely enveloped her from behind. Chang Le leaned against him, feeling a tingling sensation that made her mind go blank. She slightly raised her head like a fish struggling to breathe, and one hand subconsciously searched for a sense of security, but only managed to grasp a strand of soft, long golden hair.
His lips were close to his cheeks.
"Sweetie, I want to..."
"cough!"
A crisp cough rang out, and the delicate pink bubble burst instantly.
The two people who were leaning against each other froze instantly.
Chang Le took a deep breath, broke free from the embrace behind her, and staggered away from the table as if fleeing. She grabbed her schoolbag and pulled on Huan Bo's strap: "I'm going to school—"
Huanbo's arm was caught by the strap of his schoolbag, and she dragged him away.
Shen Fuguang hunched his back slightly, his hands resting idly on the still-warm seat, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
After a long while, he reached out and gently touched the corner of his lips; he had just kissed there.
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