Qin Xiang reluctantly shut his mouth.
After a pause, Lin Ruochun gave him a sidelong glance and said, "You’re surrounded by so many admirers, with a bevy of girls at your fingertips, do you really need my concern too?"
"They just can’t compare to you," Qin Xiang said with a grin.
Just then, a hotel cleaning staff was pushing a cart toward them. Qin Xiang hooked her shoulder and pulled her inside a bit, swapping places with her, ensuring that Lin Ruochun stood on the inside.
However, Lin Ruochun wasn’t pleased with Qin Xiang’s response.
Because Qin Xiang hadn’t denied the first part of what she said.
Lin Ruochun’s eyes lowered, hiding the disappointnt there, and when she looked up again, her face had returned to its usual impassivity. She opened her hand towards Qin Xiang, "Since my concern is so special to you, I’ll start charging for it from now, one thousand per ti, strictly no credit."
"Deal," Qin Xiang slapped her palm and then draped his arm over her shoulder, laughing carelessly, "I’ll transfer the money to you in a bit."
The unique scent of a man enveloped Lin Ruochun, causing the temperature on her face to rise involuntarily and her heartbeat to quicken. Fearing that Qin Xiang would notice, she spoke with extre disdain in her tone, "Stay away from , it’s so hot, even if you’re not feeling it, I am."
Qin Xiang uttered an "oh" and quickly dropped his hand, stepping back to create so distance between them.
Seeing this, Lin Ruochun breathed a sigh of relief but felt another wave of disappointnt welling up inside her.
Stupid Qin Xiang.
n are all idiots.
Idiots, idiots, idiots.
Wen Qiao had been all ears to the commotion behind her but hadn’t quite made out what they were saying. After pondering for a mont, she quickly turned her head to sneak a peek, and just as quickly turned back around.
Fu Jinghen, seeing her thief-like actions, couldn’t help but chuckle, "You really can’t sit still for a mont."
"You don’t understand!" Wen Qiao lifted her chin proudly, "Observing the to and fro of these n and won is the most interesting."
Fu Jinghen followed up on her phrase, asking, "So what have you observed?"
Wen Qiao pondered for a mont before saying, "There is a lid for every pot."
As they spoke, they arrived at the elevator. Fu Jinghen pressed the button and looked down at her, "Hmm, not bad observation."
The man seed to be in a great mood, with a light smile in his eyes. When his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, his facial lines softened substantially, less of the decisive ruthlessness seen in the business world, and more of an uncommon tenderness.
Wen Qiao looked up into his eyes and suddenly forgot what she was going to say next.
She vaguely felt there was more to Fu Jinghen’s words.
Wen Qiao’s gaze flitted away, and sohow, it ended up resting on Fu Jinghen’s lips.
His lips were well-shaped, not too thick nor too thin, and—
They looked soft.
Wen Qiao thought of the unexpected kiss in the room just now and suddenly felt her mouth go dry.
She licked her lips subconsciously, and as she looked up, her gaze collided with Fu Jinghen’s eyes, which had beco sowhat profound.
"You two—tch, I an, this is a public place, can you act appropriately?"
Qin Xiang’s annoying voice ca from behind. Wen Qiao blinked, ca back to her senses, and turned her head away.
Damn.
That was close.
She almost fell for the so-called "his damned tender
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