Lowbrow Fear (25)
"You're going to wait here?"
The intruder could actually communicate, which was certainly a reassuring development.
But after talking things over, this dangerous person not only didn't leave, he actually sat right down as if he planned to wait for his prey.
Salma, who had been watching Fu Qian anxiously, looked a little dumbfounded. She was so startled that she didn't even keep her voice down.
Fortunately, the wooden house didn't have much soundproofing. Fu Qian had already heard the water running in the bathroom, so he'd figured Salma's mother probably hadn't noticed anything happening out here.
"Is there a problem?"
Fu Qian nodded at her surprise and asked in return, perfectly naturally.
Of course there was...
Salma looked as though she wanted to say that, but in the end, she didn't have the nerve.
"But if Mom finds out, I won't be able to explain..."
"Isn't your mother about to go out on a date?"
Unfortunately, that excuse was far too weak to work on Fu Qian.
Well...
"Suit yourself. If what you said is true, it's not a bad thing..."
Salma's brow remained furrowed, but she'd calmed down a little compared to before. After her gaze flickered for a moment, she finally sighed as if she'd resigned herself to it.
"So what exactly happened between you two? Wen seems pretty serious about you, from what I can tell."
With things going so smoothly, Fu Qian grew even more at ease. He asked in a casual, almost chatty tone.
"He's too hot-tempered. It's exhausting being around him. If you're his friend, you should know that."
They'd actually ended up talking about their relationship. Salma looked at Fu Qian as if he were some kind of freak, but she seemed to be calming down even more.
"Is