My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 87: Peering into the Girl’s Heart

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Peering into the Girl’s Heart

Li Ruolan was watching TV at home when she saw her son leading a young girl into the house.

"A friend’s sister, there’s no one at her home, she’ll stay for a while."

Li Ruolan recognized Fu Ying; she had been over before.

"Fu Yi’s sister, right? I remember."

"Hello, Auntie."

Fu Ying called out with particular restraint.

Because she was nervous, her fingers tightly clutched her school uniform.

Her fingers were fair and delicate, turning white at the knuckles from holding on to the fabric so tightly.

Seeing that the girl was both well-behaved and polite, Li Ruolan smiled warmly: "Don’t be formal, your brother often visits our home, we all know him. You can treat this place just like your own home, don’t be shy."

Fu Ying nodded lightly, glancing towards Shen Liguang.

"Come with me."

"Oh."

Fu Ying followed him into his room.

His room had his scent all over it.

She didn’t look closely last time, but today she realized that a man’s room is particularly simple.

The colors are very monochromatic, mostly black and gray.

"The switch for the desk lamp is here, you’ll sleep in my room tonight."

"And you?"

Shen Liguang licked his lips and chuckled, "Why do you ask?"

Fu Ying’s face turned a bit red: "Just asking."

"I’ll sleep on the sofa."

"I can sleep on the sofa."

He smiled with a teasing air: "You want to sleep on the sofa with your brother?"

Fu Ying’s face turned crimson.

She had no idea how he came to understand it that way.

"Li Guang, it’s getting late, I have to open the shop."

Outside, Li Ruolan called out, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing.

Fu Ying glanced at him with flushed cheeks.

"Don’t tease me, brother."

For some reason, Fu Ying felt that the atmosphere between them was getting stranger and more delicate.

He stared at her, his gaze growing heavier, and after a while, he said: "I’m not teasing, I’ll take you out to buy some daily necessities."

Fu Ying slowly exhaled a breath of relief: "Okay."

Afterwards, she organized the clothes she brought with her in the room, while the man smoked on the balcony.

He seemed to have a bit of a smoking habit.

He appeared lost in thought while smoking.

When Fu Ying came out, it was already dark, and he slowly exhaled the smoke before asking, "All packed?"

"Yes."

"Then let’s go out and buy some things."

"Okay."

The girl was too well-mannered, too quiet.

Silently following him, they went downstairs and got into the car, not saying a word on the way.

Shen Liguang licked his lips, feeling an itch in his heart.

"Why don’t you talk?"

Fu Ying looked up: "I, I don’t know what to say."

"Just talk about anything." Shen Liguang paused, suddenly wanting to peek into the girl’s heart, "How are your relationships with classmates at school?"

"Pretty good."

"Does anyone bully you?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "No."

"Is your deskmate a boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

"Have you received any more love letters?"

"No."

"How are your studies now? You must have had midterms, right? Did you improve this time?"

Fu Ying hung her head low, speaking softly, "The way you talk... feels like an elder..."

That sentence deeply wounded Shen Liguang’s heart.

"Do you despise me?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "I don’t despise brother."

How could she despise him when she adored him so much?

Shen Liguang asked hesitantly, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart, "Do you think I’m too old?"

Fu Ying thought for a while and shook her head seriously, "Not old."

Fu Ying looked up, "Why does Brother ask this?"

"It’s nothing, just..." Shen Liguang suddenly smiled, "I’m afraid there might be a generation gap between us."

"It’s fine," Fu Ying paused, "There is no generation gap."

The two, each with their own thoughts, chatted sporadically on their way.

Shen Liguang never thought that at his age, he would feel so nervous in front of a young girl.

The little girl who had peeked into his heart suddenly became quiet.

It was his turn to probe her thoughts.

Unfortunately, she had her worries locked up tight.

They entered the mall and bought some necessities for Fu Ying, like a toothbrush and towels.

Shen Liguang picked up a pink suited for young girls and asked her if she liked that color.

Fu Ying disapproved but was too embarrassed to outright reject it, she gently declined, "Brother, let me choose."

Shen Liguang paused and put the towel back.

When Fu Ying passed the personal care products, she glanced at Shen Liguang.

Too embarrassed to take any, she prepared to push the cart away.

That’s when Shen Liguang extended his hand and put a pack of sanitary pads into the shopping cart.

Fu Ying’s face turned red.

Shen Liguang just smiled, and didn’t say a word.

Then, Fu Ying’s face turned even redder.

When checking out, they ran into Xia Jinyun.

"Captain Shen, little sister, what are you doing together?"

Xia Jinyun’s question gave Fu Ying an illusion.

As if she had been caught secretly dating.

Fu Ying felt unwarranted guilt: "There’s no one at home, so I’m staying at Brother’s place."

"Oh," Xia Jinyun nodded, "Your oldest brother said he’s been quite busy lately? Is your little brother not at home either?"

"He’s having a spat with my dad and has run away from home."

Xia Jinyun couldn’t help but laugh, "How old is he, and still acting up."

Fu Ying: "Immature."

"I won’t keep you, I have to rush home."

After checking out, Xia Jinyun and her parted ways at the supermarket entrance.

Late at night, a gust of wind blew, and Fu Ying still felt a bit groggy.

It all felt like a dream.

Soon she would sit in his car, return to his house, sleep in his room, and then spend almost half a month with him, day and night.

Thinking about it, it felt incredible.

Li Ruolan was still in the shop, and at home, it was just her and him.

Shen Liguang went to the kitchen with the groceries and asked over his shoulder, "What would you like to eat?"

Fu Ying: "Anything."

"Not picky?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "Not picky."

Fu Ying carried the daily essentials to the bathroom.

When her small towel and toothbrush were placed next to his, it felt just like her brother said, like cohabiting.

The reflection of her increasingly flushed face in the mirror made Fu Ying quickly glance away and turned on the faucet to clear her head.

Shen Liguang leaned against the bathroom door, watching the girl washing her face over and over, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.

The sound of running water filled the air, and Fu Ying, busy washing her face, didn’t notice the man who had approached the bathroom entrance.

Then, after she felt collected, she turned off the tap and planned to leave. Seeing him, her body froze, her heart tightened, and she wasn’t sure if her face was red, but it felt burning.

"I’m just washing my face."

Shen Liguang nodded with a smile: "Done washing?"

"Yes, I’m done."

"Come out and have dinner after you’re done."

"Okay."

Fu Ying answered and followed him.

A bowl of ordinary noodles, yet Fu Ying felt as if she tasted sweetness.

Laying in his bed at night, under his covers, wrapped in his scent, was like being embraced by him.

Fu Ying closed her eyes, snuggled into the blanket, then smiled.

Shen Liguang reached out to close the door and heard the little girl suddenly giggle under the covers, frowning slightly.

With a "click", the room went dark.

Fu Ying was startled, immediately stopping her laughter, blinked, sniffed the blanket, and then closed her eyes contentedly.