Prazer Entrelaçado entre Pequim e Hong Kong

Lo Yunmian had just finished using the restroom. She turned on the faucet and lightly rubbed her hands together. Raising her eyes absentmindedly, she caught sight of a pair of slender, well-defined hands offering her a tissue.

She accepted the tissue and casually wiped her hands a few times. Then she turned, resting her back gently against the sink.

“I never would’ve guessed that chubby kid from childhood is Brother Ting Shen’s younger brother.”

“I didn’t expect Sister Mianmian to be my cousin’s fiancée either.”

The young man had a sharply defined face, bearing a resemblance to Fu Tingshen, but with a more youthful, vibrant aura. A single tear mole at the corner of his eye softened his otherwise intense features.

His gaze held undisguised affection, fleeting yet unmistakable—and Lo Yunmian caught it.

“Yan Chi, do you like me?”

Fu Yan Chi’s eyes flickered with a hint of panic but quickly steadied. Meeting her gaze without hesitation, he nodded.

“Yes, I’ve always liked you.”

Lo Yunmian hadn’t expected such a straightforward admission. Her expression turned noticeably colder. Adopting a sisterly tone, she spoke clearly and deliberately.

“Yan Chi, you’re still young. There are many feelings you might not understand yet, so it’s all blurry. But I’m about to marry your brother, so…”

Before she could finish, Fu Yan Chi took a sudden step forward, cornering her. He leaned in slightly, his eyes burning with passion and stubbornness.

“Sister Mianmian, I can give you more happiness than Brother Ting Shen.”