Lin Ruochun, holding her fork, pointed towards Wen Qiao who was playing video gas and said, "She opened it with her hands."
Song Qian: "..."
Another example—
There was a water dispenser brought under Director Zhang’s tent, and anyone in the cast who needed to steep sothing would go over to scrounge so hot water.
Once the water bottle was empty, Song Qian thought he’d return the ladder and then co back to replace the water. But when he returned, he saw Wen Qiao with her hair in a bun, carrying a large water bottle and putting it on top of the water dispenser.
Song Qian: "..."
Yet another example—
Yesterday when they went out for barbecue, the boss forgot to bring over a bottle opener. Song Qian hurried off to get it, but by the ti he returned, Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun had already started drinking.
Song Qian asked again, "How did you open it?"
Lin Ruochun, while munching on lamb skewers, pointed towards Wen Qiao, who was too busy gnawing on chicken feet to speak, "She used her teeth."
Song Qian: "......"
Above all, Song Qian had already ntally relegated Wen Qiao to the brother zone and even changed her nickna from "Qiaoqiao" to "Brother Qiao" this morning.
Now, faced with Wen Qiao’s proposal to help her up, Song Qian sneered verbally, "You can’t get up yourself? How did you manage to get into the water and suddenly beco so ladylike?"
But his body was honest and reached out his hand.
Wen Qiao stretched out her hand, about to latch onto Song Qian’s arm, when suddenly soone appeared beside him, grabbed her wrist and effortlessly pulled her up.
The speed was so swift; Wen Qiao only managed to notice that the hand pulling her up wore a wristwatch that seed sowhat familiar to her.
Then she fell into an even more familiar embrace.
A bath towel was wrapped warmly around her by Fu Jinghen.
Upon recognizing the person, Wen Qiao’s eyes lit up, and before she could ask "How did you get here?" she found herself being carried horizontally.
Wen Qiao let out a small exclamation, her hands instinctively hooking around Fu Jinghen’s neck.
From her angle, she could see the man’s smooth jawline and resolute profile, and also his sowhat gloomy complexion.
All of a sudden, Wen Qiao rembered she was still mad at him, and considering they were on set, she thought it improper to start an argunt right now, so she dropped the idea and settled honestly into Fu Jinghen’s arms.
However, she quietly withdrew her hands that were circled around Fu Jinghen’s neck.
Fu Jinghen, sensing her action, furrowed his already knitted brows even more and said in a deep voice, "Who told you to let go of your hands?"
It was a chilly and dark question, and even though it was phrased as an inquiry, Wen Qiao heard a deeper aning within it: "I advise you to be smart and wrap your paws back around quickly, or I’ll let go and you’ll fall flat on your ass."
The thought had barely crossed her mind before Wen Qiao felt her buttocks begin to ache.
She silently put her hands back, and to show her sincerity, she even tightened her embrace a little.
Although she felt threatened, she still rembered she was angry, and with great dignity, she turned her head away, presenting Fu Jinghen with a stubborn profile.
After Fu Jinghen carried Wen Qiao away, among those left by the poolside—apart from Lin Ruochun, Qin Xiang, Director Zhang, and Deputy Director Song, who were in the know—the rest had faces all bearing two huge words: "shocked."
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