In his office, Fu Tingchuan held a pair of chopsticks and asked, “Don’t you want any more?”
Jiang Luoluo covered his mouth with a nod.
It was all the system’s fault for suggesting this disastrous idea—he’d never tasted such horrible food before!
The rest of the afternoon, Fu Tingchuan was in high spirits.
He didn’t even let Jiang Luoluo go home.
Whenever Fu Tingchuan took a break from work, he’d glance up at Jiang Luoluo lying obediently on the sofa, reading a comic.
The young man’s soft waist sank into the cushions, making it seem even more delicate; his small, soft hands rested on his face, obscuring his expression.
Even from behind, he looked utterly adorable.
Fu Tingchuan had decided to be with him simply because he was pretty.
Besides, he’d been lonely enough all these years alone. Raising a little canary as a pet was certainly more interesting than nothing.
Fu Tingchuan looked away and picked up his signature pen again.
With the burning gaze removed from his body, Jiang Luoluo flipped through his comic and quietly asked the System, “What does he really mean by this?”
Ever since lunchtime, his favorability points had been slowly increasing.
Over the course of the afternoon, Fu Tingchuan had glanced at him every so often. Each look added a few points, bringing his total up to almost 40 now.
System:
[Based on my observations, he has feelings for you.]
Jiang Luoluo was speechless.
He suddenly missed the blushing Fu Tingchuan way more than before. At least with him around, Jiang Luoluo felt safer—at least the other man wasn’t always staring at his butt.
The phone in the office suddenly rang. Jiang Luoluo quickly sat up straight as Fu Tingchuan answered the call and packed his things.
“Alright, Lets go.”
Looking out the window, Jiang Luoluo saw it was already dark outside. Fu Tingchuan didn’t bother hiding—he held Jiang Luoluo’s hand as they confidently made their way through the elevator and lobby, exiting the building.
They left behind a trail of gasps in their wake.
…
“What did you pick this place for?”
The bar lights overhead flashed, casting a colorful glow on the floor beneath.
Qin Zeng’s laugh wilted slightly at the pounding beat of the loud music. He frowned, striding over to the booth where Fu Tingchuan sat.
“It’s just some space. Let’s create a buzz for my bro with a new club!”
Qin Zeng, cigarette dangling from his lips, slumped back against a lovely young woman, exuding a careless air. “I know you’re not into this sort of thing. Just stick around for a bit. Once we get enough people here, we’ll head to a private room!”
“Hey— Target!” Qin Zeng’s eyes lit up as he glanced back. A newcomer dressed in student-style clothes caught his attention—a pale blue outfit that covered most of their skin. Though not revealing, it was undeniably alluring. Even glimpses of the exposed arms were captivating; they were as white as milk splashed across porcelain, delicate and vulnerable, stirring both a possessive urge to mark them and a protective instinct. It was as if they yearned to leave their own imprint on that flawless canvas.
Eyes framed by captivating hazel irises, a hint of moisture glistened as they turned towards the scene.
“Ah, must be the little sister-in-law!”
“While Fu Tingchuan’s over here winning hearts and breaking jaws, I’m just trying to win a coffee! If you’d like more updates, toss a coin to your translator on Ko-fi—every sip fuels the drama!”
