Two slender arms rested beneath, and feathers as delicate as butterfly wings quietly and obediently hung down. She was sleeping soundly. Her little white face was flushed with healthy redness, and her breath was incredibly sweet, filling the entire ward with her fragrance. He hadn't closed his eyes during his business trips these past few days; without her scent, he couldn't fall asleep. Fu Nancheng reached out, his black leather gloves still on, and gently scraped her little face with his slender index finger. Su Ci felt a cool, itchy sensation on her face, as if someone was teasing her, and she opened her eyes groggily. Fu Nancheng. She actually saw Fu Nancheng! Her sleepy eyes blinked twice, and she rubbed her eyes with her fists, making sure she wasn't seeing things, then she suddenly stood up. Seeing her a bit silly and cute, Fu Nancheng curved his lips, "Slept too much? Don't recognize me?" "President Fu, you're back?" Su Ci didn't know he was returning tonight. Fu Nancheng took off his black leather gloves and placed them aside, then looked at the grandmother on the hospital bed, "Is your grandmother doing well?" Su Ci nodded, "My grandmother is stable, President Fu, thank you." Fu Nancheng glanced at her, "Where is the restroom?" "Over there." She pointed. Fu Nancheng strode into the restroom. Su Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and then his magnetic voice came from inside, "Su Ci." He was calling her. Su Ci's heart tightened, and she walked over, "President Fu." The restroom door opened, and Fu Nancheng, tall with long legs, stood at the doorway, his thin lips uttering two words, "Come in." He was asking her to enter. "President Fu, is there something you need?"

"Are you sure you want to talk about this outside?" He glanced at her grandmother. Su Ci had no choice but to go in. With a "click," the bathroom door behind her was closed by him. "President Fu, I'm in now, just tell me what you need. I'm really grateful for your help with my grandmother's matter this time..." "That's how you thank someone?" Fu Nancheng's crisp back leaned lazily against the door frame, interrupting her. Su Ci, "..." She had thought about it before; it was inappropriate for her to ask him for a favor, and indeed, he wanted her to repay him. "President Fu, then how should I thank you? I know you helped me because of Su Xue, maybe I could treat you and Su Xue to a meal another day?" She brought out "Su Xue," reminding him of his status as a married man. Fu Nancheng was smart enough to catch the hint, his smile unchanged, "First, help me wash a towel to wipe my hands." Is that all? Su Ci went to the sink, took out a brand-new towel, and put it in warm water. Then the man followed her, his tall and straight figure standing behind her, one hand in his pocket, the expensive suit fabric brushing against her clothes, "Why do you smell so fragrant, what scent is it?" Su Ci's delicate body stiffened, she leaned forward, trying to escape his touch and embrace. She didn't know what he meant, the flirtation and ambiguity between adult men and women separated by a layer of paper made her blush and her heart race. "I used milk lychee sandalwood scented shower gel, do you like it, President Fu? If you do, I'll give you one," she said, ready to run. But Fu Nancheng stretched out his hand, propped it on the edge of the sink, trapping her in his embrace, "Alright, give me one, let's use the same one." Milk lychee sandalwood scent, he had never heard of it on the market, the smell was really literal, both milky and sensual, making his spine tingle.