Hearing the loss in her voice, Fu Jinghen let out an almost imperceptible sigh and said, "No, I really like it, no need to take it off."
If it weren’t for Qi Ming, he would have liked it even more.
But Wen Qiao didn’t quite believe him, "But you don’t look like you like it at all."
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao, who was pouting with a sowhat aggrieved expression, and the hand circling behind her pushed her slightly, pulling her close to him, then he kissed her lips.
Fu Jinghen’s kiss was enticing, and now that he was wearing glasses, which already t Wen Qiao’s aesthetic, it was as if he was tap-dancing on her heart.
Stirring her emotions.
The glasses concealed part of Fu Jinghen’s indulgent expression, but even the slight hint of passion was enough to make Wen Qiao’s cheeks flush and her heart flutter.
Wen Qiao didn’t know what she was thinking, but her eyes curved into a smile, and she slowly closed her eyes, sinking into Fu Jinghen’s kiss.
When the kiss ended, the clarity seen in Wen Qiao’s eyes was no more, while the eyes hidden behind Fu Jinghen’s glasses also held surging waves.
He raised his hand, and with the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the moisture from Wen Qiao’s lips.
"Do you feel my affection now?"
The man’s voice was magnetic and husky, filled with intimacy and enough to seduce when whispered low.
Wen Qiao nodded her head and then, seizing Fu Jinghen’s chin, she examined him from side to side, "Mr. Fu, have you ever thought about moonlighting as a university professor or sothing? You’d surely pack the classroom."
"No." Fu Jinghen had long gotten used to the great leaps in Wen Qiao’s thoughts, and now he could keep up with her rapid change of subject, "Dealing with an unruly student like you is already enough worry for ."
Grinning cheekily, Wen Qiao set his chin free and snuggled into his embrace, "What do you an unruly? I’ve been so good, don’t slander ."
"Slander?" Fu Jinghen spoke in a low voice, drawing out a tantalizing suggestiveness, "Then which well-behaved student sneaks into their teacher’s room to throw themselves into his arms?"
"...."
Wen Qiao lifted her hand again and, guided by feel, covered his mouth, "Shut up, stop talking."
If he continued to seduce her with that tone and manner, she feared she might lose control and pounce on him directly.
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Because Director Li had ntioned having lunch together at noon, Wen Qiao didn’t stay long in Fu Jinghen’s room.
Not long after Wen Qiao returned to her room, Director Li sent a ssage in the group chat about going to eat.
Wen Qiao stood in front of the mirror, examining the outfit she had just changed into, and after pondering for a mont, she put her hair up.
After finishing, Wen Qiao looked at herself in the mirror and then nodded in satisfaction.
As she opened her door, the door to the room next to hers, Fu Jinghen’s room, also happened to open.
But the first to co out was not Fu Jinghen but Qi Ming.
Qi Ming, hearing the noise, turned his head to glance at Wen Qiao, saw her outfit, and said, "Why are you all dolled up just for a al? If I didn’t know you and my little uncle were already engaged, I’d think you had an ulterior motive for him."
"You don’t know anything." Wen Qiao gave him a dismissive glance and then smiled like a fox that had stolen a taste of fish, "I do have an ulterior motive."
Curious, Qi Ming asked, "What motive?"
Wen Qiao lifted her chin, "I’m not telling you."
At that mont, Fu Jinghen also ca out of his room, and after looking at the two of them, his gaze lingered a bit longer on Wen Qiao.
She had changed into a snug white T-shirt and a black pleated skirt, revealing a waistline that one could grasp with a hand, and beneath the skirt were legs that were straight and slender.
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