"Do you think my uncle is somewhat petty?"
"I think what he said made a lot of sense," Fu Xing held Lin Fu's hand, feeling a deep sense of pity. "I'm sorry, this is my fault for not being careful enough and causing you to suffer."
Lin Fu looked at him unexpectedly, "We are both at fault."
"Oh! What did you do wrong?" someone asked in a seemingly casual manner.
Lin Fu's heart skipped, and she quickly realized what was happening, but changed her words to, "My fault lies in being too superficial, so easily dazzled by your beauty." After saying this, she feigned a sigh.
Fu Xing burst into laughter, then suddenly reached out, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.
"You always know how to tease me," he murmured softly, his voice deep and slightly seductive.
"So you like this style."
Fu Xing's ears suddenly turned red, but he couldn't bring himself to let go.
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