Back in the bedroom, Lin Jinran suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart when he thought about Fu Mohan and Lin Ruochu being together, maybe you and me.

Her eyes fell on the closed door. She stood up and walked towards the door. When she reached the door, she frowned again.

Does she want to go down and face their flirting?

Shake your head, no.

It would be better to huddle in the bedroom like a turtle.

Lin Jinran turned around in despair and sat on the bed in frustration.

She felt more and more uncomfortable in her heart. She had an indescribable feeling. She didn't know why, but the feeling was very unpleasant.

Perhaps, she is really the obstacle between them, because of her existence, they cannot come together.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinran's heart felt like it was pinched hard by a pair of big hands. It was very painful and uncomfortable.

Shaking his head, Lin Jinran shook his head vigorously.

I can't let myself think about it any more. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it will become.

She had to find something to do to divert her attention.

After getting up, Lin Jinran strode towards the door, ready to go to Fu Mohan's study to find some books to read.

Anyway, Fu Mohan was not in the study at this time, so Lin Jinran opened the door and walked in without even knocking.

As soon as she entered the door, she went straight to the bookshelf, not even noticing the tall figure with her back to the balcony.

There were all kinds of books neatly stacked on the bookshelf. Lin Jinran concentrated on searching for the book he wanted to read.

She has read many books, and some books are not in her field and cannot be understood.

Finding a book that she can read is not easy.

Lin Jinran searched row after row, being too focused and still not noticing the man's dark gaze on the balcony, falling on her slender back.

Lowering his head, then looking straight up, and then looking up, Lin Jinran was dazzled by what he saw. Occasionally he took out a book, opened a few pages, and put it back again.

The second hand of time went round and round. She focused on looking for the book, and he watched quietly.

About ten minutes later, Lin Jinran raised her head and looked at the books in the top row of the bookshelf. Suddenly her eyes lit up. There was a book on fashion design that aroused her interest.

I raised my hand to pick up the book, but my fingers could only reach the second to last row.

Lin Jinran stood on tiptoes, stretched one hand to the books in the first row of the bookshelf, and pressed the other hand on the bookshelf to support his body.

Standing on tiptoes, only my longest middle finger could slightly touch the book.

She complained, why should the bookshelf be built so high? It is completely unscientific!

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the footsteps behind him at all.

Lin Jinran, who couldn't reach it, desperately wanted to find something and put it under his feet.

He retracted his hand, took two steps back, and bumped into a strong chest.

Looking up, his clear eyes also met the man's dark gaze.

Lin Jinran was startled, took two steps forward, turned around, leaned his back against the bookshelf, and asked in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

"This is my study."

Lin Jinran pursed her lips. It was true that this was Fu Mohan's place, but that was not the problem.

"Where's Lin Ruochu?"

"downstairs."

"Why don't you accompany her?" Lin Jinran was even more suspicious. She originally thought that Fu Mohan would be with Lin Ruochu, but now Fu Mohan went upstairs and Lin Ruochu was alone downstairs?
Chapter completed!