My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 93 The Scent of a Man

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 The Scent of a Man

Wen Ran listened as he described things that could only happen when feelings were involved, in the same tone as if he were discussing completing a mission, her heart speechless.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "What’s the matter?"

She glanced at him, "But you said before that I shouldn’t throw myself at you or kiss you willy-nilly. How would I dare to kiss or hug you?"

A hint of a smile formed at the corner of the man’s lips. Clearly, it was a smile, but when it appeared on his face, it came across as patronizing, "Now, I give you that right."

Wen Ran thought, there really was no need for that.

But, she didn’t dare to say it.

Fu Chenlie had already begun giving commands, "Come here."

"What for?"

"To foster affection, start by kissing me."

Wen Ran, "..."

She now doubted whether he’d ever actually been in a relationship.

When he was with Jiang Wan Ning, is this how he ordered her to kiss him?

For the first time, Wen Ran experienced that affection could be cultivated in such a forthright manner.

Fu Chenlie was losing his patience, and when he spoke again, he carried a hint of displeasure, "Why are you still standing there?"

She snapped back to reality and hesitantly took step by step toward him.

When she stood just three centimeters away from him, where a slight lean would be enough to kiss him...

Wen Ran avoided eye contact and asked tentatively, "Where... where do you want me to kiss you?"

"Anywhere."

"....Oh."

Wen Ran thought, then she would just lightly kiss his cheek.

She lifted her face and, caught off guard, locked eyes with his piercing gaze, her heartbeat inexplicably speeding up.

Wen Ran went up on her tiptoes, inching closer, and just before their eyes were level and she could kiss him, she cautiously asked him, "Can you not stare at me so intently?"

The man leisurely countered, "Why?"

"It’s... it’s a bit nerve-wracking."

"Heh."

Wen Ran was speechless.

Because after his "heh," he still looked at her in the same way.

Forget it, in for a penny, in for a pound; just kiss him and be done with it.

Wen Ran raised her hand, which had been hanging by her side, and supported herself on his arms, tiptoes stretching to their limits, quickly dabbing his right cheek and then rapidly retreating.

The contact with his face might have lasted only one second.

Oh, actually, no more than 0.5 seconds.

Even so, she could distinctly feel the slightly prickly stubble on his soft cheek.

Wen Ran never knew that a man’s face felt like this when kissed, soft yet prickly, with a faint scent emanating from his skin.

It could be the natural fragrance of his skin, or perhaps the smell of facial cleanser or aftershave?

She couldn’t specifically make it out.

All she knew was that the scent was coming from him, rich with pheromones, and very pleasant. If she had to label it, it might be called—

The scent of a man.

After backing away, Wen Ran lowered her gaze, uncertain whether it was the sensation of kissing his cheek or the smell she had caught that caused her heart to continue to beat faster and faster.

Fu Chenlie had squinted the instant she touched him.

Her lips were warmer than his cheeks, and upon contact, he experienced a degree of softness he’d never felt before.

But she retreated too quickly.

Now, the man peered at Wen Ran, who was hanging her head in front of him, curling his lips into a smile. Not even a second later, he dropped the smile, his voice cold as he spoke again, "What are you daydreaming about? Continue!"

Wen Ran was stunned.

If she hadn’t misheard, what did he just say?

Continue?!