My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 101, His 99th Letter

Chapter 101: Chapter 101, His 99th Letter

Fu Ying woke up early, fished out her cell phone from under her pillow, and found that Shen Liguang had sent her a morning greeting. She replied with one of her own, then got up to wash and went downstairs.

Fu Yan came downstairs yawning, and seeing his little sister in a good mood, playing with the cat, he smiled and asked, "Feeling good, aren’t you?"

"What, should I cry instead?"

"Wow, talking back now. You don’t need me anymore, right? Just don’t come begging me to help you chase Brother Li Guang later."

Fu Ying scratched Qibao under the chin.

Basking in the sun, Qibao rolled around contentedly, purring loudly.

"I don’t need it."

Fu Yan raised an eyebrow: "You figured it out? Not obsessing over it anymore? Fallen for someone else?"

"Figured it out, not obsessing, fallen in love."

"What?" Fu Yan didn’t catch what she meant.

"Nothing." Fu Ying smoothed Qibao’s fur a couple of times, stood up, and walked into the house.

Leaving Fu Yan muddled on his own.

"Miss, just a few days after you left, a courier package for you arrived and has been sitting here for a week now," Nanny Wu informed her.

She handed her the package.

Fu Ying wondered inwardly; she didn’t recall buying anything.

She took the package upstairs, opened it, and a letter fell out, landing at her feet.

Doubtful, she placed the box on the desk to the side and bent down to pick up the letter.

That letter paper was very familiar to her; she opened it, and it was filled with many words.

Fu Ying glanced over it quickly, her eyes moving to the end.

Signed off, Shen.

Her heart tightened, and she held the letter, stunned in place for a while before she realized.

He said last night that he didn’t need to write the 99th letter, so this is... ah...

So, he wrote it.

Fu Ying turned back and examined the contents carefully.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the white light from outside poured in, casting a layer of brightness on the floor, spilling over the girl.

The room didn’t have the air conditioner on, it was warm, and a fine sweat began to form on the girl’s forehead; her eyelashes trembled lightly as she read intently.

The final sentence was: You ran towards me, and I never looked back.

Fu Ying stared at this sentence for a very long time, her eyes slightly sore and dry.

For three years, she thought she was the only one rushing forward, but it turned out to be a mutual choice.

She had tossed and turned at night, unable to get a response, often conflicted, wanting to give up, her emotions wavering because of him.

So, he liked her too.

That night, Lin Lishan was organizing a trip to the KTV to sing.

The private room was dimly lit, the backing track loud, and Lin Lishan’s voice was melodious and pleasant.

Li Hanyi and Du Yong also sang several songs.

Fu Ying and Shen Li kept their distance, quietly, while Wen Tian sometimes looked at Fu Ying with deep eyes.

Fu Ying didn’t sing; she mostly sat aside, acting as an audience member.

Just watching the others make a ruckus.

On the way back, Shen Li drove her home through a light drizzle, it had been raining a lot these days, and Fu Ying’s mood had been heavy after reading that letter.

Fu Ying got out of the car and took a few steps before asking him, "Brother, aren’t you afraid of missing out on me by not telling me you like me?"

Shen Li was stunned for a moment, suddenly unsure of how to answer.

Fu Ying moved her lips, stood on tiptoe, and boldly imitated how he had kissed her last time, kissing him.

She was nervous, her movements awkward and a bit forceful, not as gentle and lingering as his last time.

Her heart trembled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she said hoarsely, "Brother, do you know how painful it is to have an unrequited love? You also like me, why didn’t you say anything? So many times, I’ve thought about giving up. If I never spoke up, would we just have missed out on each other?"

Her body trembled slightly, she choked up, tears slipping down and mingling with the taste of salt in her mouth.

Shen Liguang slightly furrowed his brows, wrapping his arm around her waist, his hand clasping the back of her head, deepening their kiss.

This time, he wasn’t as gentle as the last, nor was the kiss fleeting like a dragonfly skim over water. This time he kissed passionately, forcefully, his breathing rushed.

Fu Ying tilted her head up to meet him, completely defenseless, her body limp in his embrace.

She was a little scared, her voice faint, "Brother, someone might see us."

"I thought you wouldn’t care about this now."

"I saw your letter."

"Hm?"

He continued to kiss her, uttering a monosyllable between breaths.

Fu Ying was a bit breathless, scared that someone from home would suddenly come out, yet coveting his kiss.

Finally, he restrained himself, with hidden forbearance, and let go of her.

She asked, "When did you start liking me?"

Shen Liguang: "I don’t know, suddenly felt it."

Fu Ying: "When did you know that I liked you?"

"Quite early," he paused, "But one time left a deep impression, on a rainy night, a little girl said she really, really liked her brother."

Fu Ying’s heart tightened; she thought she hadn’t said anything that night.

"Then why were you crying?"

Shen Liguang wiped her tears away, very gently.

Fu Ying smiled, her eyes shining: "Tears of joy, glad I didn’t give up."

He sighed, "It’s my fault, I... I should have responded, but do you know how many legal dramas I’ve watched?"

Fu Ying suddenly blushed, murmuring, "At sixteen, I can voluntarily..."

The man’s tone was rising, teasing, somewhat seductive: "So, shall we get in the car now?"

Fu Ying panicked: "No, I, I’m going upstairs, Brother, you should head back carefully, good night."

Preparing to go upstairs, Fu Ying was pulled back by him, he seemed to be longing for more, and landed a kiss on her lips, his voice restrained: "Don’t kiss me first next time."

Fu Ying felt the danger and broke free, fleeing.

Watching her hastily retreat, Shen Liguang smiled, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and looked up at the second floor.

The light was on in the girl’s room.

Fu Ying’s heartbeat was fast; she had felt that her brother could have devoured her.

She touched her chest, taking a long time to calm down.

After showering, she went to bed and received his call.

In the quiet night, Fu Ying dared not speak loudly.

"Hello? What’s up, Brother?"

The girl’s voice was soft, gentle.

Shen Liguang, while looking at the second floor, said: "Nothing much."

"Then, why did you call?"

"Just to say good night."

"Good night, Brother."

Fu Ying heard the sound of him taking puffs of his cigarette, sensing he was a bit suppressed.

She looked out the window; the drizzle had turned into a downpour, the outside was dark, without moonlight.

She walked to the window to look down; under the streetlamp, he hadn’t left yet.

"It’s raining."

"Yeah."

"Brother, you should go back."

"Yeah."

"..."

Fu Ying, holding the phone, whispered tentatively: "Should I hang up?"

"Go ahead."

Fu Ying waited a while before hanging up.

She remained at the window, watching the man finish his cigarette before leaving.

She turned around, climbed onto the bed, and lightly touched her lips, feeling a bit swollen, a bit sore.

The kiss just now was a bit intense...

It was the thought of that letter that had impulsively driven her to kiss him.

Nearly playing with fire.