Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 303: Wondering Why You Look So Good

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Wondering Why You Look So Good

Steam curled up the frosted glass, condensing into dense, maze-like trails of moisture.

A slender hand pressed against it and slowly clasped together before swiftly withdrawing.

Suddenly, the woman’s snow-white back pressed against it, emitting a muffled thud.

The bathroom was filled with charm.

An Yan’s eyelashes trembled lightly, and the crystal droplets on them shattered with ease; she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, gazing at the perfect silhouette outlined by the faint light on the ceiling.

The man’s high nose bridge, his thin lips, and those peach blossom eyes—so close to her, they presented a shockingly vivid image that chiseled itself into her heart.

Fu Shiyan’s smile hinted at the corners of his mouth, kindling a blush on An Yan’s face.

"What are you thinking about?"

An Yan parted her red lips lightly, "I’m thinking about why you are so good-looking?"

"It’s to bewitch you. But to think of something else at this time? It seems I haven’t served you well!"

Fu Shiyan firmly clasped her slender waist, the veins on his forearm rising; his thin lips tightly pursed, his sharp jawline taut, shattering her tenderness.

The bathroom was in disarray, with bottles and jars on the vanity toppled and askew.

Fu Shiyan flipped her around, and with a sweep of his large hand, the foggy mirror cleared, reflecting both of their features.

The beauty’s skin was like jade, slick and shiny, her delicate porcelain face flushed with two touches of red as if adorned with beautiful rouge.

He gently bit the woman’s ear, whispering, "You are truly beautiful."

When a layer of steam shrouded the now-clear mirror once again, the bathroom door opened.

Fu Shiyan carried An Yan, striding out into the cool air that greeted them; An Yan couldn’t help but hug the man tighter.

The two sank into the couch, the warm yellow light casting on the woman’s face.

Fu Shiyan looked at her with an intense gaze.

Filled with shyness, An Yan turned her face away, "Stop looking."

"It’s beautiful; I like to look. Your eyes are especially lovely, like dazzling gems. Have I ever said that before?"

An Yan gave a light hum, "You said that when we were bounty hunters, you were attracted by my eyes, and you fell for me regardless of what lay behind the mask."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "So regardless of whether I have amnesia or not, my aesthetic always centers around you."

An Yan pressed her lips together in a smile, "So that’s why you don’t fancy Sheng Yu?"

"In this world, it’s only you I resonate with. Once you’ve caught my eye, I cannot see anyone else."

Before An Yan could savor the emotion for half a second, she heard the man laugh softly in her ear, "Once I’ve entered you, can you still think of someone else?"

An Yan’s face blushed redder than before; she pushed the man away, "No more!"

"No, that won’t do. I’ve already respected you, so it’s time to..."

The rest of his words fed into An Yan’s lips as Fu Shiyan used actions to interpret the meaning of that word.

Late at night, a light rain fell on Sucheng, quite chilling.

When Fu Shiyan lifted An Yan out of the bathtub, she was already sound asleep.

He wrapped her tightly in a bathrobe and carried her back to the bedroom, laying her gently on the big bed.

He took a hairdryer, sat by the bed, opened her dry towel, and prepared to dry her hair.

Turning on the switch, he tested the temperature before beginning the task.

The hairdryer was somewhat loud, making him frown involuntarily.

However, An Yan slept soundly, showing no sign of waking, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Her black, damp hair dried, becoming smooth and glossy.

Fu Shiyan turned off the hairdryer and set it on the bedside table.

He faintly felt that this act of drying her hair was very familiar; perhaps he had done it often before.

Suddenly, he remembered he hadn’t given her medicine yet.

He went out to the terrace, picked up the paper bag and mineral water, and was about to turn back when he caught sight of Mu Qianfan on the neighboring terrace, raising an eyebrow at him.

Mu Qianfan clicked his tongue, "So, finally going to sleep?"

Fu Shiyan slightly curved his lips, "The same to you, good night."

Mu Qianfan pinched out the cigarette butt at his fingertips, "Old Dog Fu."

Fu Shiyan withdrew his foot that was about to step into the room and glanced sideways at him.

Mu Qianfan smiled, "Welcome back!"

"Thank you, Doggie Mu!"

Mu Qianfan: "..."

Fu Shiyan followed the instructions on the medicine bottle to scoop out a pill and feed it into An Yan’s mouth, after which he took a sip of water and passed it to her.

He kissed her tiny lips, "I won’t let you take this kind of medicine again."

He scooped out the remaining pills and tossed them into his own mouth, chewing and swallowing them down.

Tsk, this stuff isn’t tasty, bit bitter.

He turned off the wall lamp, crawled into the covers, scooped the person into his embrace, and closed his eyes, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

Over these five years, he often suffered from insomnia, but tonight he felt he wouldn’t have that problem.

While some sweetly drifted into dreamland, others just wanted to light another cigarette to make themselves smell nice.

Mu Qianfan sniffed his own arm, still detecting a bit of a smell.

He had already showered four times.

Every time he finished, Fu Jinqiao was sure to throw up on him again.

He felt somewhat helpless; couldn’t she throw up anywhere else? She always had to involve his arm.

After snuffing out the fifth cigarette in the ashtray, he turned back to the room.

Seeing Fu Jinqiao sprawling in a spread-eagle position and occupying the entire bed, he couldn’t help but smile wryly.

The person on the bed curled up a smooth leg, turned over, exposing a patch of white skin without reservation.

Mu Qianfan’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he took off his shoes, knelt on the bed, and edged forward.

"Jinqiao, Jinqiao?"

"Hmm?" Fu Jinqiao hummed unconsciously.

"Do you want to be with Third Brother?" he moved closer, wanting to kiss her little face.

Fu Jinqiao suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed the man’s collar, and retched.

Mu Qianfan sighed in relief; thankfully, this time his arm was spared.

There was another retch.

Mu Qianfan closed his eyes momentarily, then with one arm he lifted her up, and with the other, he supported her into the bathroom.

After thoroughly cleaning everything up, he glanced at the time; it was already two o’clock in the morning.

He replaced the soiled bedding with the fifth set provided by the hotel housekeeping, only then did he lift the person, who was still out from the drinking, from the couch to the bed.

At that moment, he had no romantic thoughts left within him.

All he wanted was to sleep; he collapsed beside Fu Jinqiao and closed his eyes.

But then, a certain little drunkard slowly opened her eyes, she snuggled into the man’s arms.

"Third Brother."

The young girl sweetly called out to the man.

Mu Qianfan abruptly opened his eyes, turned on the wall lamp in alarm, "Jinqiao, do you feel like throwing up again?"

Fu Jinqiao lay on his chest, "Did I just throw up?"

"Five times, baby, you threw up five times."

Fu Jinqiao said "oh" apologetically, "then shall I make it up to you?"

Mu Qianfan raised an eyebrow, "How will you make it up?"

Fu Jinqiao’s eyes curved into a smile, carrying a hint of mischief, as she sat up straight, her fingertip pressing against the man’s lips, trailing down over his firm Adam’s apple, chest, and abs.

She retreated a bit, then leaned down.

Mu Qianfan suddenly clenched the sheets, swallowed hard, "Jinqiao, you..."

Fu Jinqiao frowned, abruptly raising her head, and vomited once more.

Mu Qianfan: "..."