My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 85: Warming Hands

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Warming Hands

In the class, Zhou Wei and other girls were discussing the hottest firefighter on Weibo.

Vaguely, she heard the name Shen Liguang again.

Fu Ying downloaded Weibo and saw a trending post about firefighters the first time she logged in.

Clicking on it, she saw various photos of firefighters during training and rescuing people from fire scenes, among which, Shen Liguang was the most conspicuous.

A photo taken by a passerby showed Shen Liguang running out of a fire scene, carrying a child.

In the photo, his face was covered in soot, his lips tightly pressed together, and his deep eyes looked somber.

He was calm and steady, as if he could pull someone from the grasp of death at any critical moment.

Wasn’t she the one he had pulled from death’s hands?

Thinking of this, Fu Ying couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.

She scrolled through the comments, which mostly praised the firefighters for their hard work, positive energy, and respect they deserved, but there were also many comments expressing love from girls.

The comments were all like: "I want to marry a firefighter, wonder if this brother has a partner," and similar messages.

Fu Ying silently liked the comment about marrying a firefighter, then shut her computer and went out to meet Lin Lishan.

She intentionally arrived early, waiting for her at the entrance of Lin Lishan’s residential area, looking around, hoping to see him by chance.

As she crouched down to pet a stray cat, Shen Liguang leisurely walked out from the residential area.

Before Fu Ying could react, he squatted beside her and reached out to pet the cat as well.

Fu Ying smelled the scent of smoke on him, tilted her head, and stared at him blankly.

"How’s Qibao doing?"

Fu Ying nodded, "Good, has gotten a bit fatter."

"Being fatter is cuter."

He pinched out his cigarette and raised his hand to gather the smoke.

Fu Ying noticed that he was directing the smoke away from her.

This small gesture made her want to laugh.

"Brother sometimes seems different."

He looked carefree with a cigarette in his mouth, but on missions, he was a different person.

"Oh? How different?" His tone was rising, with a teasing smile.

Fu Ying’s heart raced: "Just different, you seem less serious when you’re off duty."

"Ah..." he dragged out the sound, smiling, "Which one do you like better? Serious or not?"

"Both, I like both," Fu Ying said nervously, her voice stammering as her fingers absent-mindedly scratched the kitten.

"How much do you like?" He asked half-jokingly, his voice sounded teasing because of the lighting casting shadows beneath his eyelashes.

Looking at him, Fu Ying’s eyelashes fluttered, lacking the courage to speak her truth even in a joking tone.

"I like brother very very much."

After saying that, she bent her eyes into a smile.

Shen Liguang paused, then smiled and asked, "Then will you keep liking brother in the future?"

Fu Ying looked at him straight, her voice soft: "I will..."

"Fu Ying!"

Just as she uttered the word, she heard Lin Lishan calling her.

Fu Ying immediately stood up, and the kitten scared, darted into the nearby bushes.

"Your classmate is calling you, go on."

Fu Ying took a few steps and turned to call him, "Brother."

The lights on both sides shone on him, casting a long shadow.

Like her shadow, they seemed shoulder to shoulder.

Fu Ying felt a bit dazed.

"Hmm?"

Fu Ying snapped back to reality, smiled, her eyes twinkling as she pretended to speak casually, "I will always like brother."

"Hmm, brother knows."

When the girl turned and ran away, Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh from deep within his chest.

So nice.

The little girl said, always liking.

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"What are you dazed about, get on the bike?"

Lin Lishan wore her helmet and sat on the scooter, urging her.

Fu Ying regained her thoughts, took her eyes back, and sat on the bike, asking worriedly, "Is it safe?"

"Doubting me?" Lin Lishan patted her chest, "Car god."

"Fu Ying has something to tell you."

Fu Ying nodded: "Go on."

"I and Sheng Chen..." Lin Lishan was a bit embarrassed, paused, then spoke quickly, "kissed."

The last three words were said very fast.

Lin Lishan blushed deeply.

"This is the first time in my life that I’ve experienced kissing."

Fu Ying thought back to the last accidental kiss with Shen Liguang; it was a brief touch that seemed to have no sensation but made her heart race and her face inexplicably flush.

"What does it feel like?" Fu Ying murmured.

"Just get a boyfriend and kiss him, and you’ll know."

"Tell me about it."

"No, no, I’m too shy."

"..."

When they arrived at the library, Wen Tian was already immersed in solving problems.

Head bowed, focused, his pencil scratching noisily.

That day, during their tutoring session, Fu Ying was completely out of sorts, either daydreaming or distracted, and then just giggly.

It lasted all evening.

All because she had spoken a few more words to him.

She laughed foolishly for a long, long time.

She took out her diary from under her pillow and sketched his current appearance under the dim light, smoking a cigarette, tall and thin.

It was the image that moved her heart.

Biting on her pencil, Fu Ying suddenly wanted to write him another letter.

Write until she turned eighteen, write until the 99th letter, then she could confess.

...

After evening self-study, Fu Ying was still thinking about writing the letter.

After saying goodbye to Lin Lishan, she went to a nearby stationery store to buy letter paper.

When she left the stationery store, Fu Yan did not come to pick her up.

She sighed and walked home alone.

The pedestrian path was a bit dark; behind her, someone was following.

Fu Ying turned back and glanced at the man, a middle-aged man with unsteady steps and flushed cheeks, probably drunk, grinning foolishly at her.

Fu Ying bit her lip and tightly gripped the strap of her bag, quickening her pace.

The man also quickened his steps.

Fu Ying was a little scared, occasionally looking back, terrified he would suddenly come closer.

She withdrew her gaze, thought to cross the street towards crowded areas, but someone came by and took her hand.

He smelled faintly of smoke.

Fu Ying looked up at Shen Liguang, then down at his hand, which tightly held hers.

His hand was so big, so warm.

Her heart raced uncontrollably.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

Shen Liguang glanced back; the man did not follow anymore.

Shen Liguang’s grip loosened; thinking he was letting go, Fu Ying proactively pulled her hand away.

Shen Liguang looked down, staring at his empty hand, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"Why are you here, Brother?"

Shen Liguang paused, his gaze distant: "Just passing by."

"Oh."

Fu Ying couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth.

They met again.

She was so delighted that her heart thumped joyfully.

Seeing him made her heart bubble with happiness.

They walked shoulder to shoulder, their hands accidentally touching.

Shen Liguang hesitated, then took the girl’s hand.

Fu Ying stiffened, surprised as she looked at him.

Shen Liguang didn’t know why he suddenly took the girl’s hand; he thought about it and then just did it.

After taking it, he realized it was abrupt.

But it seemed like he could not let go anymore.

"Brother, your hand is cold, let me warm it."

"Eh?" Fu Ying was puzzled, "But your hand is even warmer than mine."

Shen Liguang: "Hmm, then let me warm yours."

Fu Ying blinked, ripples in her eyes.

A store along the road played this song: Once upon a time, someone loved you for a long time, but the wind gradually blew the distance away.

So, hands must hold each other tightly.