How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 31: Nervous and Afraid

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Nervous and Afraid

Fang Anning pondered for a long time and decided to take a trip to the United States. To meet Zhou Xueqin, and also to visit her mother.

However, to go there, she needed to apply for a visa and also to obtain He Tingchen’s consent.

If He Tingchen didn’t agree, she wouldn’t be able to leave at all.

Soon, the time she had arranged with He Tingchen arrived.

After school, Fang Anning put her backpack aside, pulled a bunch of grass from the garden, and crushed it with a pestle. She extracted the juice of the greens and mixed it into the soap nuts to make a homemade soap for bathing.

Indeed.

After her bath, Fang Anning sniffed herself, detecting a faint scent of fresh grass and a light fragrance of soap nuts. It wasn’t strong, but it was discernible.

He Tingchen came home from work, and Fang Anning greeted him at the entrance.

He Tingchen’s nose twitched, he frowned slightly, and sniffed in her direction.

"What’s that smell on you?"

"Does it smell nice? I made it myself, grass soap." Fang Anning said with pride.

He Tingchen’s lips curved slightly, and he got up to go upstairs. He soon came back down and went to the dining room to have dinner with Fang Anning.

However, He Tingchen only ate a bit before he set down his chopsticks and went upstairs.

Fang Anning hadn’t finished eating yet, but when she saw He Tingchen leave, she quickly put down her chopsticks as well.

Why the rush?

She touched her stomach, still not full!

Forget it, if she ate too much and then felt pressured later, she might find it unbearable. Better not to eat anymore.

"Wife, why did you eat so little today? Does the food not suit your taste?" Mrs. Chen asked with concern.

"It’s not that, the food tastes great, I just don’t feel like eating anymore." Fang Anning said.

Mrs. Chen sighed in relief. If Fang Anning was dissatisfied with the food, she would probably have to go through the hassle of finding a new chef.

Fang Anning wiped the corner of her mouth and quickly went upstairs. When she reached the door, she hesitated, feeling apprehensive.

She didn’t know how many times she had watched the disc that Li Xiaoxiao gave her; she had learned all the theory. But she had no actual experience.

All things considered, she was still somewhat nervous.

"Are you there?"

She gently pushed the door, peeking her head in first and looked around.

However, as soon as she poked her head in, He Tingchen grabbed her by the head and looked down at her from above, saying, "If you’re coming in, then come in. What are you skulking around for?"

Fang Anning smiled embarrassingly and hurriedly opened the door to enter.

"I’m not skulking; I’m just...a little nervous."

Fang Anning didn’t shy away from him, expressing her inner unease.

The man looked at her, snorted, and said with a deep gaze, "Get undressed and lie down."

"That direct?" Fang Anning asked in shock.

"What else?" the man retorted.

Fang Anning bit her lip.

Well, directness is better. It saves her from hesitating and making strange noises.

She quickly undressed and closed her eyes as she lay on the bed.

The man leaned over and, to her surprise, put a blindfold on her.

Pitch black in front of her eyes; she couldn’t see anything.

When her eyesight was gone, her hearing became exceptionally sensitive.

Fang Anning could hear the man’s breathing and even the sound of his heartbeat.

Thumping vigorously and powerfully, and it seemed to be a bit faster than usual.

Fang Anning nervously swallowed, her body tensing involuntarily.

A soft kiss landed on her forehead, as if to soothe her nerves. But the more he did so, the more nervous she became.

"He Tingchen."

Fang Anning couldn’t help but call out the man’s name.

But the man didn’t say a word and grabbed her hands, tying them up.

Fang Anning’s tears dampened the blindfold.

What a damned disc, all deceptive. Where was the comfort? It was unmistakably painfully unbearable, more so than cutting grass and slashing my hand as a child.

After the man got up and left, Fang Anning quickly ripped off her eye mask.

The room was also very dark, but it was better than having her eyes covered.

Soon, the man emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, his hair still slightly damp.

In the darkness, looking at the man’s handsome face, Fang Anning felt a moment of bewilderment.

"Get down, go back to the couch," the man said.

Fang Anning pouted with grievance, "I’m in pain, I can’t move."

The man’s eyes deepened, resting on her.

Quickly, the man averted his gaze and said in a low voice, "I’ll go rest in the guest room."

With that, he left.

Fang Anning breathed a sigh of relief, pulling the quilt over herself, feeling somewhat warmer at last.

Regarding the competition for this bed, had she won?

He gave up the bed to her and went to sleep in the guest room; that should mean she won.

But the cost, some pain indeed!

It hurts, it really hurts!

Not sure if it’s his lack of skills or because it was her first time.

Forget it, don’t think about it; she’ll just regret not discussing going to the United States with him while he was still here.

They say men’s ears are the softest at this time, most likely to agree to a woman’s request.

Wondering if it’ll still work if brought up tomorrow?

As Fang Anning mulled over this, she fell asleep!

Thought she’d definitely be unable to sleep from the pain, yet who would’ve known, she truly was as resilient as weeds. No matter how suppressed, sleep wasn’t hindered.

Waking up, the sun was high in the sky.

Dragging her weary body, Fang Anning got up, grateful for her wise decision last night; otherwise, she wouldn’t have made it to school today.

Stepping into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror—no traces or even the rumored "strawberries."

She carefully thought back on the rendition and it seemed, He Tingchen had from start to finish avoided too much contact with her.

Like... an emotionless union, merely for the sake of having a child.

"Mrs., you’re awake."

Fang Anning went downstairs, and Mrs. Chen greeted her with a smile.

"Um, it’s Saturday, I got up late," Fang Anning said with an embarrassed smile.

Mrs. Chen smiled meaningfully, "I understand, come over quickly and eat something, I’ve stewed some nourishing soup."

Fang Anning frowned, why did she feel Mrs. Chen’s smile was so improper?

As if she already knew what happened between her and He Tingchen last night!

"Okay."

Fang Anning walked over with an awkward smile, moving slowly because it hurt to walk too fast.

When she reached the dining table, to her surprise, she found a soft cushion on her usual chair, making her even more certain Mrs. Chen knew.

"Have some soup, it’s nutritious," Mrs. Chen brought over a bowl of soup.

Fang Anning’s cheeks flushed, thinking why Mrs. Chen would serve her nourishing soup; did she know about last night too?

"Where is Sir?" Fang Anning asked after taking a sip.

He must be at home; only at home could she ask him about the United States.

"Looking for me?"

Mrs. Chen didn’t answer, but He Tingchen did, replying directly to her.

He walked in from outside, sitting opposite her and asked in a low voice.

He must have gone for a workout, wearing sportswear. His hair still slightly wet from sweat.

She had never seen him in sportswear before, it made him seem years younger. Radiant and vibrant, like a handsome university senior who hadn’t yet graduated.

But an undergraduate student certainly wouldn’t have his piercingly cold and profound gaze.

Her gaze moved up from his chest to his eyes. Fang Anning shivered and instantly snapped back to reality.