My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 67: Occupying More Than Just the Bed

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Occupying More Than Just the Bed

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, the night was quiet, only the intermittent sound of the television in the living room could be heard.

Fu Ying groggily woke up from her dream, realizing she was sleeping in the bedroom, the blanket carried the scent of a man.

Fu Ying’s heart raced, unable to stabilize as she grabbed the blanket and sniffed it near her nose, her ears burning.

She swallowed her saliva, feeling her throat dry, and prepared to get out of bed.

Then, she stared at her smooth feet for a moment.

She knew this was modern times, the 21st century wasn’t that restrictive, but in front of him...

She couldn’t help but feel shy.

Because he was different.

He was different from the others.

Shen Liguang put out his cigarette and casually chose a crime film about sexual assault to watch, hoping to calm himself down.

The bedroom door next to him opened, and the little girl walked out.

She had sprained her foot, walking slowly.

Despite her difficulty in moving, she carried herself gracefully with elegant steps, which indeed looked quite unique.

Fu Ying looked up, glancing hastily at him.

The living room was dark, only lit by the flickering TV light.

The light flickered brightly and dimly on his face, and Fu Ying suddenly felt very warm, her lips dry.

She boldly walked towards the man, boldly sitting next to him.

The movie being played was a crime film, and when Fu Ying approached, the scene on display was a criminal committing a crime, quite explicit.

Fu Ying’s face felt like it was on fire, and she quickly turned away.

Shen Liguang just slightly furrowed his brows, his expression calm as if he wasn’t bothered by such scenes in the movie, seeming like a seasoned veteran.

Fu Ying’s shy gaze wandered.

Then, for some reason, it settled on the man’s face.

"Why are you awake?" he asked.

Fu Ying licked her lips, responding softly, "I’m, thirsty."

Shen Liguang did not speak, but rose to get her some water.

Fu Ying watched the glass of water he brought, took it from his hand, and thanked him, "Thank you, Brother."

Fu Ying sipped the water, looking out the window, not knowing what time it was at night; outside there were no lights, and he still hadn’t slept.

Her voice was soft, "Brother, haven’t you slept at all?"

Shen Liguang glanced at her, then returned his gaze to the movie, "Can’t sleep."

Fu Ying blinked, looked towards the bedroom, thinking he couldn’t sleep because she was occupying his bed, and cautiously asked, "Is it because I’m occupying your bed?"

Occupying his bed...

Shen Liguang curved the corners of his mouth, swallowed, his tongue lightly touching his lips.

He smiled roguishly, "You’re occupying more than just the bed."

"?" Fu Ying paused, "What else?"

Shen Liguang looked at her with a tilted head, his gaze deep and heavy, just staring straight at her, without saying a word.

Fu Ying felt nervous and uneasy under his gaze.

She grabbed her clothes, calling out, "Brother?"

Shen Liguang then shifted his gaze back to the movie, saying, "You also occupied my blanket, my pillow, my..." Shen Liguang paused, "my bedroom."

"I’m sorry for troubling you, Brother."

Fu Ying tightly grasped her clothes, quickly apologizing as she listened to his words.

Shen Liguang was amused by her.

Cursing her inwardly, then with an indifferent expression, he casually responded, "Hmm."

Fu Ying took a deep breath, looking at him.

When he wasn’t in her sight, her heart tormented.

When he was in front of her, her heart impulsive.

Shen Liguang heard the girl’s faint sigh.

The little one sure has a lot on her mind.

She didn’t know for whom she was sighing.

After that, they had no words, only the sound from the movie.

The criminal was caught, and the girl was also being healed by the world, a very heartwarming ending.

Shen Liguang was about to turn off the TV when he heard the girl next to him sniffle.

The little girl was staring at the movie, her eyes wet with tears.

"Why are you crying?"

Fu Ying shook her head, "It’s nothing, just felt this movie is quite sad."

Indeed, although the movie had a good ending, the process was sad, that dark experience, who knows how long it will take for the girl to heal.

She held a tissue and wiped her nose, Shen Liguang wanted to reach out to touch her, his fingertips almost touching her head, then he pulled back.

"Stop crying."

Fu Ying obediently wiped away her tears, nodding, "Okay."

She was too obedient.

Obedient enough to soften one’s heart.

Shen Liguang had never felt so conflicted and impulsive.

For so many years his heart felt dead, only to be ignited by a friend’s little sister, a girl nine years younger.

Shen Liguang lowered his eyes, but still reached out and patted her head, "Good girl, go to your room to sleep."

Late at night, Fu Ying was lying in Shen Liguang’s bed, smelling the scent that belonged to him on the quilt, feeling as if she was being held tightly by him.

She slept sweetly, and her dreams were sweet.

She didn’t know that outside, the man was tossing and turning for her.

Fu Ying was reluctant, but she was still sent home.

Fu Mingchuan welcomed her at the door, whispering, "Your aunt left today, Yingying, don’t be angry."

Fu Ying nodded, holding Fu Mingchuan’s hand tightly.

Fu Mingchuan sighed softly, his heart softened thinking of his daughter’s angry look with red eyes yesterday, he felt heartache: "Show it to dad, did your hand get scraped yesterday? Did Brother Li Guang take care of it?"

Fu Ying quickly glanced at the man, "Hmm."

Seeing how easily his daughter was consoled, Fu Mingchuan felt both heartache and sadness.

He would rather have her be as willful and spoiled as before.

Now she was sensible in a way that was heartbreaking.

Fu Mingchuan looked up at Shen Liguang, and thanked him, "Thank you, Li Guang, for the trouble again."

Shen Liguang looked at Fu Ying and chuckled, "No trouble, Uncle Fu, I’m heading back to the fire station."

"Alright."

Watching him leave, Fu Ying followed Fu Mingchuan into the house.

Today the house was quite lively, with not only Fu Mingxia and Cheng Yiyi, but also Wen Qing and Wen Tian.

Fu Mingxia was boasting to Wen Qing about her daughter.

"My daughter ranked first in her class in this exam."

Wen Qing sipped her tea and smiled, "Sister Fu, I’m too embarrassed to flaunt that my child is the top of his grade."

Fu Mingxia laughed awkwardly, "Your Wen Tian studies that well? How do you teach him normally?"

"What do I need to teach? My son studies on his own."

Fu Mingxia’s expression turned stiff.

Fu Ying didn’t want to stay downstairs, so she went upstairs while they were chatting.

Fu Mingchuan sighed and walked towards the sofa.

Wen Qing asked, "Yingying came back?"

"Yes, she went upstairs."

"This child, isn’t it just because Yiyi wore her clothes?"

"Sister Fu, no offense, but why does your daughter have to wear someone else’s clothes? Your daughter has good grades, but upbringing is also important. A girl without good upbringing, isn’t that a bit too... lacking in class?"

Wen Qing’s words didn’t spare Fu Mingxia’s feelings at all.

Fu Mingxia’s face turned livid, while the well-behaved Cheng Yiyi wanted to crawl into a hole.

Hearing this, Fu Mingchuan felt embarrassed for Fu Mingxia, and seeing that the situation was getting uncomfortable, he cleared his throat, "Elder sister, aren’t you supposed to go back today? I will arrange someone to escort you, we won’t keep you for dinner."