My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 131 She Went to Sleep

Chapter 131: Chapter 131 She Went to Sleep

As soon as Shen Liguang spoke, Zhao Zhi burst out laughing, curious about how he kissed a strange girl: "Li Guang, how on earth did you manage to kiss her? And you weren’t slapped?"

"Charm, I guess."

Zhao Zhi, eager to learn, only received these two words with a teasing smile from the other party.

"Tsks." Cen Jiaxiang sized Shen Liguang up and down, then glanced at the little girl.

One is fresh and cute; the other is nearly thirty. Cen Jiaxiang raised his eyebrows: "You could be her uncle, yet still talking about charm."

Shen Liguang glanced at him, smiled, and did not speak.

Fu Ying’s side was bustling in the pool hall, with lots of people coming and going, especially youths.

Fu Yan and Jin Can got into a heated bet, and she was completely left out.

The girl, fair and well-behaved, was sitting upright on the couch by the wall, looking demure, gentle, and slowly began to attract attention.

Several men lingered around her; the girl just shook her head politely, rejecting their advances.

Half an hour later, there was a result between Fu Yan and Jin Can, 3:2, her brother lost.

Not only did her brother have to cross-dress and kneel to call "Daddy", but according to the additional condition he agreed on, on the way there, he also had to become Jin Can’s lackey.

The kind that is available 24/7 on call.

Jin Can flipped her long hair with a charm in her smile: "Forget kneeling, just call me ’Daddy’."

Fu Ying heard her brother trembling all over as he bit the word "Daddy."

His eyes were shooting flames.

"As for the cross-dressing..." Jin Can’s voice trailed off, handing Fu Yan a card, "Be there before ten o’clock, no funny business, I have plenty of ways to catch you."

The lady curved her red lips, giving Fu Yan a meaningful look up and down, then left with her gang.

Fu Ying whispered to Fu Yan: "Brother, I suddenly thought of a cure for your cuckolding curse. If you get cuckolded as someone’s boyfriend, you might try being their ’girlfriend.’"

Fu Yan: "·······"

Damn, it really sounds like it might work.

Outside, the night was deepening, busy with traffic and flashing neon lights. Fu Ying glanced at her brother.

Fu Yan looked lifeless, like a frost-stricken eggplant, making Fu Ying couldn’t help but snicker quietly.

She never thought her normally mischievous brother would one day meet his match in a female devil. What comes around goes around.

If Jin Can became her sister-in-law, her brother wouldn’t be able to bully her and demand money all the time.

Seeing it was almost ten o’clock, Fu Yan hadn’t moved, she softly reminded him: "Bro, go in, Sister Jin Can seems pretty formidable, if you try to run, I think you’ll end up even worse off."

"Little sis, when you go home, tell Dad that it’s not that I won’t come home, but that I’ve been completely charmed away."

"······"

After speaking, as if resigned to his fate, Fu Yan went to the address given by Jin Can, while Fu Ying silently prayed for his luck.

...

Fu Ying boldly didn’t head home but went to Li Guang’s apartment instead.

The apartment was immaculately clean with everything—books, clothes—neatly organized. Fu Ying, out of boredom, turned on a movie and curled up on the sofa to watch, soon falling asleep.

The night was tranquil, only the sound of dialogue from the movie could be heard in the bachelor pad. Li Guang returned home at 11:30, thinking it was too late and the girl would have gone home, only to find a comforting scene as he entered.

The girl was lying on the couch, hugging a toy bear, half-resting on it, covered with his shirt, sleeping peacefully and beautifully.

Li Guang smelled the alcohol on himself, frowned, and went to change into pajamas in the bathroom. When he came out, Fu Ying was still not awake.

He walked over, glanced at the nearly finished movie, looked at the girl sleeping sweetly, then bent down and carried Fu Ying into the bedroom.

When he put her down, she murmured "brother" in her sleep, her voice soft and whimpering. Shen Liguang felt a warmth spread through him, and he turned to leave for the living room to watch a movie.

The girl’s phone was on the coffee table, constantly lighting up with QQ notifications. Shen Liguang glanced at it and saw that a boy named Wen Tian was still messaging his girl late into the night.

He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the phone.

Wen Tian: Fu Ying, there’s something I’ve been keeping in my heart for a long time, I want to talk to you.

Shen Liguang lit a cigarette, took a drag, squinted his eyes and replied: She’s asleep.

Wen Tian hesitated for a long time, then did not reply again.

Shen Liguang, fingers pinching the cigarette, clicked on Wen Tian’s QQ profile, the sign showed an image of a bug.

A bug, a firefly. Shen Liguang smiled slightly. The girl was so well-behaved, quiet and modest, not wild at all. He had met Wen Tian; he was reserved, hardly spoke, and had a gentle temperament. They were of similar age, had similar personalities, and seemed quite suitable for each other.

Shen Liguang stared for a long time, the cigarette ash on his finger was about to fall, so he flicked it.

"Brother..."

The door cracked open, and the girl’s voice was warm and soft. Hearing the noise, Shen Liguang quickly put the phone down.

"Big brother..."

Shen Liguang looked up: "Hmm, you’re awake? Why?"

"I dreamt that my dad was calling me home, it scared me."

Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh: "You’re such a scaredy-cat. So, you’re twenty now, do you dare to steal the household registration book from home and marry me?"

"I dare, I really dare."

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes and moved closer to Shen Liguang, like a child.

Shen Liguang stretched out one hand to embrace her waist, and with the other hand extinguished the cigarette.

Fu Ying stood in front of him, pointed at the extinguished cigarette butt and asked, "What does smoking feel like?"

"Do you want to try?"

Fu Ying licked her lips, her small gesture nodding, "I’m a bit curious. It seems like you all get addicted."

Fu Ying thought of Sister Jin Can, with her fair, slender fingers holding a cigarette, exuding charm as she put the cigarette in her mouth.

There was a breeze that day, lifting her long hair, as she bowed her head, cupping her hands to light the cigarette, then took a puff, looking indescribably cool.

"Really want to try?"

Fu Ying nodded with anticipation: "Yes."

Shen Liguang smiled, took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and passed it to Fu Ying.

Trying for the first time, Fu Ying was both nervous and excited. As her small hand reached out, suddenly she was pulled into his arms, and he kissed her with the cigarette still in his mouth.

As he opened his mouth, mist encircled them, and Fu Ying choked.

His voice was deep and domineering: "Little thing, still want to try?"

"No." Fu Ying quickly shook her head, "No, I don’t want to anymore."

Fu Ying’s eyes reddened from choking, looking at him, she thought he was very domineering.

"Brother, let go." Fu Ying tried to struggle out of his arms, but he restrained her, forcing her to sit on his lap.

Fu Ying’s body stiffened, her back straight.

Shen Liguang took another drag, then used his hand to extinguish the half-smoked cigarette.

Then he looked down and asked her, "Who was the man sitting with you today?"

Fu Ying was startled by his sudden question.

"That, that was my little brother’s friend, you’ve met him too, his name is Ying Haoyang, that entertainment club belongs to his family."