The aroma on Lin Nuan was a luring mix of tea and body wash. Fu Huai'an gently caressed her wrist and asked, "Don't you believe me?"
Fu Huai'an intentionally lowered his voice and increased the tension between them.
Lin Nuan shook her head. "It's not that I don't believe you. I just… randomly searched for it."
The way Fu Huai'an looked wearing his uniform with his face plastered as he stood in the sun had already become a faded memory for Lin Nuan.
She suddenly recalled how she had searched for pictures of him wearing an army or combat uniform.
Fu Huai'an kept his gaze fixed on her pretty, delicate face. He simply stared into her eyes with all seriousness.
She couldn't hold his gaze and felt uneasy. She finally managed to say, "I just wanted to see what you looked like in an army suit."
Lin Nuan avoided his eyes, yet she still felt her ears flush. She felt like a thief caught in the act—there was both embarrassment and shame.