My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 146: A Girl’s Thoughts, Eight or Nine out of Ten Concern Him

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: A Girl’s Thoughts, Eight or Nine out of Ten Concern Him

Last time, he secretly read half of it but didn’t get to the drawings at the back.

Seeing the drawings, he suddenly remembered the girl sitting at that platform, head bowed, serious-faced, doodling in her notebook, unknowing of what she was sketching, then bending down to kiss it.

So, she was kissing him.

Fu Ying’s face turned red, wishing she could just find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It was too, too embarrassing.

Inside weren’t just his portraits, but also all sorts of pretentious, melodramatic words.

Truly, social suicide.

Fu Ying hung her head low, biting her lips tightly, fingers twined together.

Each time she heard the flipping of pages, her heart would skip a beat.

Using the weak light from the desk lamp, Shen Liguang carefully looked through the drawings one by one.

Looking at them, he suddenly wanted to laugh, but also felt a pang of heartache.

But that confused little girl had a man hidden in her heart.

Shen Liguang saw her look troubled many times; turns out it was mostly about him.

In her diary, she would refer to herself as a hero.

She glorified him to the heavens, all because he once saved her life.

Shen Liguang suddenly didn’t dare to consider why she liked him.

Out of gratitude?

Although it’s often joked that one should offer their body in return for saving a life, he didn’t like that at all.

"Brother, please stop looking," she said softly, her voice tender and hoarse.

Fu Ying was dying of embarrassment.

"Not bad writing, and the drawings aren’t bad either."

Fu Ying was mortified.

"I was too young back then, just randomly writing and drawing."

Just late at night, unable to sleep, casually writing and drawing, and occasionally, when she saw him getting too close to another girl, feeling sour and having no one to talk to, only able to write it down in her diary.

Just a little too bitter, that’s all.

"Brother really likes this diary."

"I..." Fu Ying’s eyes suddenly felt sore and tears welled up in her eyes.

Thinking back on how she didn’t even have the right to be jealous, having never owned, but feeling heartbroken several times over, she felt a pang of sorrow.

She didn’t even have the courage to confide in someone.

"Brother, can you give me back my diary?" Fu Ying fidgeted with her fingers, her cheeks puffed and warmed, "Stop looking, I feel a bit embarrassed."

"Don’t be embarrassed, brother really likes it, truly."

The girl, in utter embarrassment, stood before him, head down; Shen Liguang reached out to embrace her, noticing her reddened eyes.

Shen Liguang’s heart softened completely: "What’s wrong?"

Fu Ying stared straight at him without saying a word, her small hands encircling his neck, suddenly leaning forward to kiss him.

Shen Liguang was conflicted inside, clearly, she was so close, yet sometimes he could feel her being so far away.

He always knew that age was always a barrier deep in his heart.

At nine years younger, she was still a high school student when he had already entered society; there was just too much difference mentally.

Yet on sleepless nights, tossing and turning, he would inexplicably drive to her apartment block, staring at her window.

During that time, his smoking got worse.

What’s the reason you like your brother?

He suddenly didn’t dare to ask this question.

Shen Liguang inhaled deeply, taking the initiative to deepen the kiss.

The warm, moist kisses landed on her lips, nose, face, and even her earlobes, as he tentatively said, "For brother, in the future, I’ll make it up to you."

The girl nodded in his arms, her eyes red: "Okay."

Shen Liguang laughed helplessly: "Did you understand what I just said?"

"I did."

"Really?"

"Really."

Shen Liguang’s eyes glowed, his fingers gently touching her lips: "Then take the initiative to kiss brother again."

Fu Ying hesitated for a moment, then, extricating herself from his embrace, hooked her small hand around his neck, nervously leaning in, her eyelashes trembling continuously.

Until the kiss...

"Ah..."

Fu Ying intended to kiss and run, but he suddenly held her, delving deeper, as if he still found it insufficient, and picked her up to head for the bathroom.

Lips, never leaving the petals of her lips,

Fu Ying found it hard to breathe, her eyes hazy and red as she looked at him, his kisses were passionate and lingering, moving from her lips down to her neck.

He reached out to turn on the shower, cool water falling on them before slowly turning warm.

The warm light in the bathroom shone on both of them, with towels dropped all over the floor.

Fu Ying’s cheeks were flushed, desperately burrowing into his embrace.

Shen Liguang smiled mischievously: "Which part of you have I not seen?"

Fu Ying lowered her head, biting her lip.

"Look up, look at me."

He coaxed her in her ear with a husky, tender voice; when Fu Ying looked up, he kissed her deeply again.

He sat her on the washbasin; his kisses continued downwards, and Fu Ying moaned with unbearable pleasure on his shoulder.

His tenderness, his entwinement, blurred her vision.

Her body weakened, finally collapsing on his shoulder, panting slightly.

"Brother, big brother?"

Shen Liguang gently played with her hair, his tone rising: "Hmm?"

"I feel a bit cold."

"I’m feeling quite hot."

Fu Ying buried her face in his shoulder: "You, your body is so hot, do you have a fever?"

"No, it’s a burning desire."

Fu Ying: "..."

"Carry me to the bedroom."

Shen Liguang cast his eyes down, glancing over her body with a tremble in his laugh.

Fu Ying was so embarrassed, she bit down on his shoulder.

"Your mouth... is asking for a kiss."

Her chin grasped by him, he leaned in for another deep kiss.

Shen Liguang gently laid her back on the bed; the little girl’s consciousness becoming hazy.

"It’s eight o’clock, what do you want to eat?"

Fu Ying caught her breath and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her head out, her eyes warily watching him. Remembering how he was in the bathroom, her heart raced.

"I, I’m fine with anything."

Shen Liguang sat by the bed, staring at her red and swollen lips, gently touching them with his fingertips: "Then you can’t eat spicy food, or your lips will hurt even more."

Fu Ying, embarrassed and indignant: "That, that’s all because of you?"

Shen Liguang smiled, his voice gentle: "Yes, all my fault."

The little girl’s eyes glistened with grievance.

Shen Liguang couldn’t hold back his laughter, then raised his hand to ruffle her hair: "Rest for a while, big brother will make you something to eat."

"I, I don’t need to rest."

Fu Ying pulled down the blanket only to realize she was unclothed, her cheeks turning incredibly red.

After Shen Liguang headed to the kitchen, she bit her lip, put on her pajamas, and then wandered into the living room.

Shen Liguang frowned, feeling that the little thing was challenging him.

"Come in and help me wash the vegetables."

Unprepared, Fu Ying entered the kitchen, and just as she reached the sink, she felt the warmth of his proximity.

The man leaned close to her ear, speaking softly, his breath surrounding her: "Are you provoking me?"

Fu Ying, with her head down, turned on the tap: "No."

"If you weren’t so small..." Shen Liguang’s voice grew softer, and Fu Ying’s cheeks bloomed redder.

"I’m not washing them, you do it."

Watching her flee the kitchen, Shen Liguang laughed heartily.

"Aren’t you coming in to help?"

"No, you wash the vegetables."

Fu Ying curled up on the sofa, turning on an animated film to cleanse her mind.