Song Fengwan saw that the person at the door was Fu Chen and was stunned for a few seconds. "Third Master, hold on a second!"

She turned around, went back to her room, and put on a jacket. After confirming that she was dressed appropriately, she opened the door.

"Third Master, why are you here?" She stepped aside, letting him enter the room.

Fu Chen's gaze swept past her calmly. The heating in the room is on, so why is she wrapped up so tightly? But when he saw the wounds on her hands, his gaze darkened.

Song Fengwan retracted her hands and bit her lip timidly.

No matter what, Song Jingren was her father. When he pushed her, he was merciless, and she was completely dumbfounded. When the police came to ask her questions, they asked about her relationship with Song Jingren as per routine.

She said, "Father and daughter."

And then her tears fell.

Even now, her eyes were still red.

"I brought you something to eat." Fu Chen held a meal box in his hand, entered the room, and closed the door.

He was good at calculations and scheming, and he was very sensitive. There were some things he knew clearly, so there was naturally no need for him to uncover her wound again.

"Now that you mention it, I'm actually really hungry." Song Fengwan pursed her lips and smiled. Ever since Song Jingren said that he wanted to filiate Jiang Fengya, she was so upset that she hadn't had an appetite, and she hadn't had a good meal the past few days.

The hotel room was apartment style, with two bedrooms and one living room. Fu Chen placed the meal box on the living room table and asked Song Fengwan to sit down.

"It smells good."

Before, Song Fengwan had still had some hopes about Song Jingren. She had thought that if she and her mother went back, he might turn around and return to them. Today, all her hopes had been dashed, and even that bit of their father and daughter relationship had been completely destroyed by his push.

Now that things had come to this, she instead felt relaxed and at ease.

But medicine had just been applied to her hands. Although they weren't bandaged, it was still not convenient for her to hold chopsticks. She looked at the table full of food and was a little annoyed.

"What do you want to eat? I'll feed you." Fu Chen grabbed a pair of disposable chopsticks.

Song Fengwan hesitated. But given the current situation, she had no choice but to nod. "I'll have that bamboo shoot…"

"Have some soup to fill your stomach first." Fu Chen picked up a spoon.

"I want to eat the stir-fried meat."

"That's a little spicy. Have some greens."

Song Fengwan frowned. "I want to eat the winter melon."

"Have some kelp. It's good for wounds."

…

Song Fengwan was furious with him. Since he's doing whatever he wants, why is he still asking me what I want to eat?

But since Fu Chen was feeding her, she didn't dare to say anything and could only protest with her eyes.

"What else do you want to eat?" Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her.

"I'm not eating anymore." Song Fengwan was still chewing her food. Her voice was muffled, and her tone was a little annoyed, with some inexplicable coquettishness.

At this moment, Fu Chen suddenly leaned over, getting closer to her.

Song Fengwan's pupils dilated in shock.

Is it because my tone was bad, so he wants to hit me?

If you want to hit me, just do it. Why are you getting so close?

Fu Chen hadn't seen her in a long time. He felt comfortable being closer to her.

The two of them were already close to each other. Now that he was leaning toward her, Song Fengwan had no way of avoiding him. She watched his face get larger in front of her, and her gaze subconsciously fell on his lips…

They were thin and slightly upturned.

Just like in her dreams, his lips were beautiful and slightly sexy.

"Third…" She was about to open her mouth when Fu Chen's hand suddenly touched her lips. Her breathing stagnated, and her body stiffened.

She could clearly feel the heat from his fingertips. They were dry and warm, and they brushed past her lips little by little. His breathing was very close to her, and it was almost scorching.

Fu Chen took his fingers away calmly and took out a tissue to wipe his hands. "There was something on your lips."

"Really?" Song Fengwan smiled bitterly. Her face was flushed red, and she subconsciously licked the corner of her lips.

Fu Chen watched from the corner of his eye, and he gulped twice.

"I'm going to drink some water." Without waiting for Fu Chen to speak, Song Fengwan rushed to the counter.

The water had been boiled earlier and had already completely cooled down. It wasn't convenient for her to hold chopsticks with her fingers, but drinking some water wasn't a problem. Right now, she only felt that her mouth was dry and her body was inexplicably hot.

The moment her fingers touched the cup, the cup disappeared…

She subconsciously turned her head around. Fu Chen was standing behind her, holding a cup in one hand and supporting himself with the other hand on the side of the counter. His tall figure enveloped her, as if he wanted to pull her into his embrace.

The hotel lights were dim and yellow. This pose was inexplicably ambiguous.

He leaned closer, and his voice was deep and lazy. "Don't drink cold water."

Song Fengwan nodded, and her face turned even redder. Her heart was pounding, and she literally couldn't control herself.

"I'm thirsty." She licked her lips again.

Fu Chen also felt that his throat was dry, hot, and uncomfortable. He had tasted this small mouth before, and now, he was even more uncomfortable restraining himself.

"Song Fengwan."

"Yeah?"

"Don't lick your lips in front of men in the middle of the night…"

"Huh?" Song Fengwan's mind was in a daze, and she couldn't understand what he was saying.

He reached out his hand and rubbed the top of her head. His voice was hoarse. "It's nothing. Go sit down."

Fu Chen turned around and opened the two bottles of mineral water at the side. He poured the water into the electric kettle, plugged it in, and boiled the water…

After a few seconds, Song Fengwan licked her lips. She seemed to have realized something, and her face turned extremely red.

The corner of her lips that he had touched earlier burned even more. The burning sensation spread all the way to her chest, and her heart started to tingle and tremble.

I'm probably just overthinking. How could Third Master possibly mean that? She calmed her breathing.

Fu Chen's unfinished words were actually…

[Don't lick your lips in front of men in the middle of the night. It's too tempting and dangerous.]

I'm not a gentleman of any sort, so I can't be a saint for so long.