บท 442: 442 Jealous

Fu Hang frowned slightly. He let go of Shen Yan, and there was some dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Let me see who it is."

Shen Yan's consciousness came back little by little. She simply tidied up her clothes and sat up from the sofa.

When Fu Hang walked to the entrance of the hallway, Shen Yan finally remembered that it might be the takeout that she had ordered.

Fu Hang walked in with the takeout. He looked at Shen Yan and asked curiously, "Are you hungry?"

His voice was deep, husky, and magnetic. Shen Yan could not help but blush when she heard it.

"Yes." Shen Yan nodded lightly. Her gaze inadvertently fell on Fu Hang's lips that were stained with her lipstick. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her eyes, and she pointed at her lips. "Look at your lips."

Fu Hang looked at Shen Yan in confusion. He wiped the corner of his mouth casually and perfectly avoided the lipstick stain.