She lowered her head when she turned around, feeling that she was too close to Fu Huai'an. She could barely conceal the shyness on her face as she chose to avoid him and said, "I'll go check on the noodles…"
Fu Huai'an didn't let go, choosing to lean closer to Lin Nuan instead.
Lin Nuan took a step back, and her hands held on to the marble counter behind her. Lin Nuan's gaze lowered to see Fu Huai'an's long legs, clad in gray slacks, move towards her. Without more space to retreat, she was forced to raise her head and say, "I…"
When her gaze met Fu Huai'an's, Lin Nuan could only manage to say one word before the rest got stuck in her throat.
His arms were on either side of Lin Nuan holding on to the counter, caging her between them. The mixed smell of his mint body wash and natural scent washed over Lin Nuan.