My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 19 - Take Her Home

Fu Ying looked up blankly and saw Shen Liguang, her eyes somewhat panicked.

Shen Liguang smiled at her and handed her a piece of paper: "This is the only one left; that lady just used them all."

"Thank you." Fu Ying bowed her head and took the tissue from his hand.

"You, a little girl, shouldn't be here."

Fu Ying explained softly, "Today is my classmate's birthday, then I saw many people here, so I followed them."

"It's late, you should go home."

Fu Ying nodded: "Hmm."

Shen Liguang stood up, looking down at her from above.

The little girl climbed up from the ground, her clothes and pants stained with dirty water, emitting a sour smell.

She sniffled, and her eyes were slightly red.

Shen Liguang bowed his head, gazing at her: "Come with me."

Shen Liguang took Fu Ying home.

When Li Ruolan saw that Shen Liguang had returned, she immediately came over eagerly and was startled to see a little girl following him.

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Her face showed surprise, incredulously: "Is this, this Miss Zhou who came for blind date with you?"

"..." Shen Liguang looked up and couldn't help but laugh, "She's the younger sister of a friend of mine. The place where she went on a mission is close to my home, so I brought her back to clean up, and later I will take her back."

Li Ruolan nodded, her gaze fixated on Fu Ying.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Miss, please sit down; I'll go draw a bath for you."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Fu Ying nodded obediently, but she didn't move.

Because she was dirty and smelly, she was afraid of soiling someone else's sofa.

"Let's wash up first, and then I'll take you home." Shen Liguang looked at Fu Ying, not waiting for her response, he went back to his room.

Li Ruolan prepared the bath, waving at the girl: "Miss, come in."

Fu Ying nodded and walked over.

Under the incandescent light, though her skin was covered in dirty water, it wasn't hard to see that her natural skin was fair and clean.

Li Ruolan grew fonder as she watched the little girl.

Small and cute, with two braids resting on her shoulders, she looked like a little doll.

"The shower is broken, so we can only use the bathtub. I've disinfected it; don't mind it."

Fu Ying quickly shook her head: "I don't mind, I don't mind, Auntie I don't mind, Brother has brought me here to clean up, how could I mind."

Li Ruolan smiled kindly: "Good to hear you don't mind, go ahead and wash, Auntie will leave now."

"Hmm, thank you, Auntie."

...

Shen Liguang just took a bath in his own room, wearing a set of dark silk pajamas, his black messy short hair dripping with water, he held a towel in one hand to wipe his hair and grasped the doorknob with the other.

The girl had already finished her bath, sitting anxiously on the sofa, while Li Ruolan enthusiastically passed her some fruit.

"Miss, have some watermelon."

Fu Ying accepted shyly: "Thank you, Auntie."

"Go ahead and eat, your Brother Li Guang has been busy all day, covered in sweat. After bathing, he'll take you back."

Fu Ying nodded, and lowered her head to take a small bite of the watermelon.

"I'll take you back."

Shen Liguang put down the towel and picked up the car keys.

Fu Ying looked up at him and hurriedly tugged her clothes down.

Li Ruolan covered her mouth and laughed, the little girl was too modest.

"I saw your clothes were dirty, so I found a set of clothes Brother Li Guang wore in middle school, it might not fit well but make do."

Fu Ying nodded, just about to speak.

Shen Liguang lifted his lips slightly, and a cool voice soon followed.

"Make do with it."

Fu Ying nodded.

From his tone, did he misunderstand that her actions just now were disdain for his clothes?

"Let's go."

Fu Ying picked up her dirty clothes, bid farewell to Li Ruolan, and followed Shen Liguang out of the room.

Fu Ying glanced up at him hastily; he hadn't changed out of his pajamas, wearing them casually.

The collar skewed to one side, Fu Ying saw his collarbone.

When entering the elevator, Shen Liguang suddenly turned around, and she quickly stepped back, using her clothes to cover her exposed legs.

"Don't look."

Shen Liguang frowned and glanced at her small feet.

Fu Ying's face flushed.

Shen Liguang saw her behaving oddly and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No."

Shen Liguang squatted down, lifted the clothing in front of her, and checked her legs.

Fu Ying's body tensed nervously.

He, he looked at her legs.

Fu Ying bit her lip and hung her head.

Back in their time, legs and feet were reserved only for one's husband to see.

Fu Ying's heart raced as she stood stiffly.

Shen Liguang pinched her leg, inspecting it carefully: "There's no injury."

Fu Ying found it hard to speak.

"I, I'm just shy."

Initially inspecting her closely for any injuries on her legs, hearing her say this made Shen Liguang realize this.

She was sixteen years old, at the age when affections begin to surface.

She was still wearing his white T-shirt, although it was very big and long, it did not reach her knees.

He should be aware of the distance, keeping in mind the distinctions between men and women.

"Sorry, I thought your leg was injured."

Fu Ying shook her head: "No, it's nothing."

Sitting in the car, Fu Ying stared out the window lost in thought.

He had saved her life and seen her legs and feet, should she marry him?

Quickly, Fu Ying dismissed the thought.

This is the twenty-first century, not the ancient feudal times she was in before.

He wouldn't marry her just because he saw her legs and feet.

Age was a big issue.

Here, at sixteen, she was still underage.

...

She had forgotten, he went on a blind date today; it must have been a woman of similar age to him.

Fu Ying sighed silently, a girl's worries are indeed troubling.

All the way, Shen Liguang didn't speak, he was usually a man of few words.

Fu Ying did not speak either, not knowing what to say.

"We're here."

Shen Liguang parked the car in front of the villa, turned around, and discovered that the girl had fallen asleep at some point.

She slept peacefully.

Her soft-looking pale face, dense and long eyelashes trembled slightly with her breath.

Shen Liguang carried Fu Ying out of the car and pressed the doorbell.

Five minutes later, someone came out.

Fu Yi yawned, stepping out in slippers: "Actually, you didn't need to bring her back, she doesn't have classes tomorrow anyway."

Shen Liguang looked down at the little girl in his arms, who slept like a little child, and couldn't help but smile: "I was worried the kid might fuss at night."

Fu Yi: "She's not breastfeeding."

"Just extend your hands and take her."

Fu Yi, still drowsy, yawned again: "You carry her to the room, I'm afraid she'll wake up if you transfer her to my arms, she's sleeping so soundly."

"I was on duty last night and am very tired, I'll go sleep now, just close the door when you leave."

Fu Yi said then went upstairs back to his room.

Shen Liguang, rigorously trained, found carrying the girl very easy.

Going upstairs, not wanting to wake the little girl, he inevitably slowed his steps.

"It's right beside your hand, that's her room." Fu Yi peeked out from his room, spoke a word, and then closed the door.

Shen Liguang freed a hand to push open the door to the girl's room, which was styled in a pastoral theme, like her personality, quiet and well-behaved.

Shen Liguang was about to leave after putting the girl down when a small hand grabbed him: "Father Emperor, I don't want to go through with the marriage..."

"..."

Shen Liguang couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.

Indeed, she had collected the titles of son, mother, and emperor.

Shen Liguang recalled the moment over a month ago when he rescued the little girl from a fire.

Her ancient dress set her apart from others.

The hairpin on her head was of high quality.

Other Hanfu enthusiasts did not embody the past as vividly as she did, looking as if she came straight from ancient times.

Shen Liguang removed her hand and silently left the girl's bedroom.