My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 107: Giving Him a Gift

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Giving Him a Gift

During the long October holiday, Fu Ying stayed idle at home.

At that time, he was very busy.

Fu Ying felt a sense of guarding an empty house.

Although they were in the same place, once he got busy, it seemed as if they were in different places, sometimes not seeing each other for half a month.

Fu Ying spent this short holiday full of longing and chaos, thinking about her man every day.

Before they were together, she thought of him. Now they are together, she’s still thinking about him. Fu Ying sighed, she should understand his work.

During this holiday, she also witnessed her elder brother’s proposal.

That day, she was busy helping out, feeling as though she was the one being proposed to.

Setting up the scene, preparing balloons, tricking Xia Jinyun into coming out, then watching her brother kneel on one knee, only when Xia Jinyun said "I accept" did Fu Ying realize she was tormenting herself.

Seeing them embrace each other happily, she felt a sourness in her heart.

Fu Ying lowered her head, opened his WeChat, and saw that the message she sent him three hours ago still hadn’t been replied to.

"Fu Ying, do you have a secret?"

Fu Yan suddenly leaned in, startling her.

Fu Ying nervously replied, "I don’t have any secrets, little brother, can’t you make some noise when you walk?"

"It’s not that I don’t make noise when I walk, it’s that you were too engrossed."

"Just casually looking."

"Fu Ying, you’re acting a bit odd, are you with Brother Li Guang?"

"I..." Fu Ying suddenly couldn’t lie anymore, she instinctively nodded, "Don’t tell anyone, if Dad finds out, he definitely won’t agree to me being with him."

"I won’t tell, but you have to pay up."

Fu Yan spread his hands, a vile expression on his face.

Fu Ying reluctantly said, "I really don’t have any money. I only recently found out about my brother’s birthday, which is coming soon, and I want to buy him a gift."

"Do you know what Brother Li Guang likes?"

Fu Ying shook her head, "No, I don’t know."

Fu Yan said, "Give me the money, I’m a man after all, men understand men best. I’ll buy a good gift for you, and you can give it to him when the time comes."

Fu Ying was skeptical, "Can I trust you?"

"Can’t trust me? Fu Ying, are you being ungrateful? Who helped you with your setup before?"

"Can I really trust you?" Fu Ying was doubtful.

Fu Yan patted his chest, "Don’t worry, I guarantee to take your relationship with Brother Li Guang to the next level."

What gift to give him, Fu Ying really couldn’t think of anything.

So, she transferred the money to Fu Yan.

"Little brother, don’t deceive me."

Fu Yan swore with certainty, "Don’t worry."

Shen Liguang didn’t bring his phone, when he returned to the dormitory at the base, he checked his phone and found three or four WeChat messages from Fu Ying.

He immediately replied, and then stared silently at his phone, in utmost tranquility.

He had never thought that being in love would be so torturous; sometimes not seeing each other for many days, the girl would only send him WeChat messages moderately, never disrupting him.

Shen Liguang picked up his phone, glanced at Qian Zheng and several others who were chatting away, and walked to the window, still couldn’t help but take the initiative to make a call.

In the evening, deep into the night, the moonlight hazy, the shadows of trees dancing, Fu Ying was deeply asleep, having a beautiful dream, only to be awakened by the ringing of her phone.

She frowned, didn’t even open her eyes, and fumbled for her phone, answering it by feel.

"Um?"

Shen Liguang leaned against the window sill, smoking a cigarette, as soon as the call connected, the girl sounded drowsy with a soft moan.

He darkened his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing, not realizing how tempting she was.

"Did I disturb your sleep?"

Hearing the man’s low and slow voice, Fu Ying rubbed her eyes, sat up in bed and looked at the time, it was one o’clock in the morning.

"Brother, why are you still not asleep so late?"

"On duty."

"You’re back?" Fu Ying was especially surprised, wanting to tell him about sending him a birthday present, but then she held back, wanting to give him a surprise.

"Um? I’m free tomorrow," Shen Liguang paused, suddenly feeling a bit nauseous, "I miss you a bit."

Fu Ying completely lost her sleepiness, her lips curling into a smile.

Unstoppable from curling up.

She was bashful.

Suddenly there was a silence on the phone. Just as Fu Ying was about to speak, she heard him calling her name softly, "Yingying."

The two syllables coming from his mouth sounded particularly enchanting.

Fu Ying’s heart skipped a beat, and she responded, "Hmm?"

Shen Liguang took a drag of his cigarette and asked her, "Why didn’t you call me?"

Fu Ying paused, her head lowered, fiddling with the blanket: "I know you are busy; I was afraid my call would disturb you."

"I don’t want you to be so well-behaved and understanding."

"Okay, I got it."

Fu Ying felt her throat was dry, pondering over what more to say, when a loud alarm went off on his side. He hung up immediately. Fu Ying was stunned, hearing a dial tone.

She murmured a word: safety, then hugged her phone and went back to sleep.

When Shen Liguang entered the blaze, Fu Ying started a new round of sweet dreams.

In the dream, her general fearlessly entered the blaze, rescuing the victims one by one.

His lips pressed tightly together, his gaze deep, his presence alone brought a sense of security.

Seeing him was seeing hope.

When Fu Ying woke up, she felt as if the phone call from last night was a dream, she scrolled through her call logs and saw he was the first one.

Fu Ying changed his contact name to "Guang."

Then sent him a good morning message on WeChat.

"Fu Ying, come out."

Fu Ying was still staring at her phone in a daze when Fu Yan knocked on the door roughly, calling her.

Fu Ying quickly got up from bed to open the door.

"A gift." Fu Yan grinned mischievously.

Fu Ying was suspicious, weighing the gift in her hands, light as a feather, "Little brother, are you sure there’s something inside?"

"There is, just a bit light."

Fu Ying shook the gift in her hand, there was indeed something inside.

But it was so light. Fu Ying was curious and was about to unwrap it when Fu Yan stopped her.

"Don’t look at it yet, little brother would never deceive you, think about my assist back then, have I ever let you down?"

Fu Ying thought about it, indeed he had never let her down.

That day after class, after sending Shen Liguang a message on WeChat, Fu Ying parted ways with Lin Lishan at the school gate.

Dusk fell; the shops ahead were bustling, a thick smell of smoke, nearing them, the temperature rose higher and higher.

Someone screamed: "They’ve been rescued, they’ve been rescued!"

Fu Ying looked towards the crowd, a man was running out of the fire, holding a woman.

He wasn’t working, without any protective measures, perhaps just passing by, professional instinct drove him to rescue others.

Fu Ying stood among the crowd, watching the blood dripping from his hand, stark and jarring.

He seemed not to feel the pain at all, soothing the alarmed crowd, then explaining the situation to the firefighters who had arrived.

Someone in the crowd reminded him that he was bleeding, and he took a tissue nonchalantly, casually wiping the blood off.

Firefighters were working, and Fu Ying restrained herself from walking over.

He also waited until the fire was extinguished before preparing to leave. Looking at the direction, he was heading toward her school.

"Brother." Fu Ying called out to him.

Shen Liguang turned around, smiling at her: "Yeah, I was about to go to your school."

Fu Ying walked over, grabbing his hand, frowning, "Your hand."

"It’s nothing,"

Fu Ying’s head bowed, silent as she looked at the deep and long wound.

She wished Brother would be more careful with himself.