My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 92 Thunder and Lightning on a Stormy Night

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Thunder and Lightning on a Stormy Night

Shen Liguang looked at her and raised his hand to pinch her baby-soft face: "Of course."

Fu Ying was startled.

Then she lowered her head and curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.

Shen Liguang licked his lips, watched her sneakily giggling, and felt like laughing himself.

Unsure if she really understood what he meant.

She writes love poems fluently, it’s just that, sometimes her brain doesn’t quite catch on.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t foolishly mention using the emergency number as a contact during a crisis.

But seeing her like this, she probably didn’t grasp it.

Shen Liguang sighed helplessly.

Maybe it’s better she didn’t understand.

"Yingying."

"Hm?"

Fu Ying looked at him.

Fu Ying blinked, staring at him absent-mindedly for quite a while.

Only when she felt her gaze becoming increasingly hot and intense did she avert her eyes.

"What’s wrong?"

Shen Liguang: "It’s nothing."

Suddenly a cheer erupted from the square where young people were dancing hip-hop, and Fu Ying looked over.

Shen Liguang’s gaze rested on the girl momentarily before shifting to those vibrant youths, feeling a sudden envy.

In his early twenties, a house fire occurred and almost destroyed his entire life.

Back then he wanted to grow up fast, to hold up his family.

Now, he wished to go back.

The girl was mesmerized by the dancers, her eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

Shen Liguang felt an unpalatable feeling in his heart.

"Shall we go home?" he asked.

"I want to stay a bit longer." Fu Ying stared intently at the dancers, "I think they’re so cool, so free and unrestrained."

Shen Liguang responded halfheartedly with a lazy "Mhm."

Fu Ying stared at the dancers for a long, long time, and Shen Liguang’s mood darkened for just as long.

The sour part was that they were unnamed and unrelated.

That night after returning home, Fu Ying lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

Outside, the moonlight was pale. She glanced at Qibao and for some reason, recently it always sat alone by the window looking out.

Its plump silhouette seemed to have something on its mind.

Fu Ying called out softly: "Qibao?"

Qibao turned to glance at her but didn’t move.

Fu Ying wondered if the change in location was making it uncomfortable.

Two days later, on the weekend, Fu Ying realized that something was off about Qibao.

It was constantly restless and meowing, then would lie by the window looking out.

While Fu Ying was fretting over Qibao, Shen Liguang walked in.

"It’s in heat."

"Ah? In, in heat?"

Shen Liguang hadn’t been in his room for a few days, and the previously monotonous bedroom seemed different because of the girl’s presence.

It became warmer.

With the girl’s belongings added, it no longer felt monotone.

"What should we do? Should we find it a girlfriend?"

Fu Ying sat on the floor, holding Qibao in her arms, looking up worriedly and asking.

It was her first time raising a cat, and she didn’t understand anything.

She looked up at Shen Liguang with a face pleading for help.

Shen Liguang looked at her anxious little face and threw out three words: "Get it sterilized."

Qibao heard this and shuddered.

Fu Ying looked at Qibao with sympathy.

At noon, Shen Liguang took her to the family restaurant for lunch.

Fu Ying remembered Fu Yi saying that one should be polite when in someone else’s home, and go help wash the dishes in the back kitchen after eating.

Li Ruolan stopped her: "No need, you and your Brother Li Guang can go home, I don’t need help here."

"I’ll just wash these and then head back." Fu Ying pointed to the pile in front of her.

Li Ruolan didn’t argue with her anymore, feeling that this child had a nice personality, she smiled warmly: "Alright then, if you want to wash them, I won’t fight you over it. Just head back after you’re done, there’s a lot of homework in your second year of high school."

"Mhm, ok." Fu Ying nodded.

Li Ruolan left the back kitchen with a smile.

Shen Liguang was cleaning up the leftover food from the guests.

There was a stray dog nearby that had grown up eating from various households; the leftovers from all the small eateries on this street went to it.

It had grown round.

Shen Liguang, as usual, dumped the leftover food into the dog bowl, then noticed that there was no water in the water basin and picked it up to refill it.

When he entered the kitchen, he found Fu Ying washing dishes.

Clumsy, but also focused and meticulous.

After filling the basin, Shen Liguang put it back where it belonged.

Li Ruolan saw her son returning after feeding the dog and said with a smile: "Liguang, Fu Yi’s sister is really nice, so well-behaved and polite, she’s in the back washing dishes."

Shen Liguang nodded: "I saw her."

Li Ruolan said regretfully: "It’s just that she’s too young, otherwise, she would be a great daughter-in-law."

Shen Liguang smiled, but remained silent.

The sky outside was gradually darkening, and Qibao calmed down a bit. Fu Ying was planning to wait until after its mating period to take it for sterilization.

She and Qibao were sitting on the sofa watching a movie, a suspenseful thriller with a supernatural theme.

Shen Liguang was also watching.

Leaning on the couch, he occasionally cast glances at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying was engrossed in the movie, unaware that she was being watched.

At the sight of the gory and terrifying scenes, her fingers gripped her clothing tightly, both scared and eager to watch.

Shen Liguang stared at her little hand clenching her clothes, wanting to hold it, but held back.

Then he shifted his gaze away from her and onto the movie.

When it was time to sleep, a thunderstorm began outside with flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.

Fu Ying couldn’t sleep.

In the midst of the storm, she thought about the movie, how a murderer lurked in a woman’s house on a stormy night, holding large shears used for pruning trees, slicing the woman’s flesh off piece by piece.

Fu Ying looked up towards the curtains, and as a bolt of lightning flashed, she felt there was someone behind them.

Perhaps it was all in her mind, but Fu Ying stared straight at the curtains with wide eyes.

With every flash of lightning, the room lit up for an instant.

Every time it lit up, Fu Ying’s heart trembled, always feeling that the next time the room brightened with lightning, someone would suddenly appear before her.

After such repeated mental pressure, Fu Ying took a deep breath and couldn’t bear it anymore, getting out of bed and rushing out of the bedroom.

Shen Liguang had just finished showering, one hand drying his hair, the other holding the doorknob.

The girl stumbled out of the bedroom in a panic and ran into his arms.

"What’s wrong?"

Fu Ying didn’t speak, just trembling slightly in her small frame.

"Why are you crying?"

Fu Ying buried her face in his chest, shaking her head: "It’s, it’s nothing."

Fu Ying felt embarrassed, she didn’t dare say it. She wiped her tears hastily, feeling at ease upon seeing him.

Shen Liguang looked outside at the lightning and thunder, and asked with a smile, "Scared?"

"No, I’m not," Fu Ying said with a bitten lip, obstinately, "I’m not."

"Well then, can you step out of brother’s embrace for a moment?"

Fu Ying’s cheeks flushed, enticingly crimson.

She stepped back quickly.

At that moment, as if on cue, a clap of thunder resounded, and as soon as Fu Ying stepped out of his embrace, she was scared and flung herself back into it.

Shen Liguang freed a hand, gently patting her back: "And you say you’re not scared?"

Fu Ying clung tightly to his pajamas.

"I thought of the murderer in the movie, on a stormy night just like this, lurking in that woman’s room."

"Yeah." Fu Ying heard the man’s voice rise, with a light laugh, "Being scared is scared, why make excuses?"

"Brother wouldn’t make fun of you."