"Wen Qiao," Fu Jinghen gritted his teeth, "enough is enough."
"I won’t stop." Wen Qiao tipped her head back and kissed his lips again, "I’m the typical example of soone who gets bold after being given so colors. Besides, I’m not forcefully pulling you; if you wanted to dodge, you could have easily dodged. You’re clearly enjoying this a lot but still telling to stop; I think you’re the one acting coy after taking advantage of the situation."
"......"
How could this girl be so eloquent?
Fu Jinghen nodded, "Okay."
"?
"Okay, what?"
Fu Jinghen gripped her wrist and looped it around his neck, leaning down to accommodate Wen Qiao lying on the hospital bed and found her lips, kissing her.
The phone by the pillow suddenly rang, and Wen Qiao pulled away from her daze, pushing Fu Jinghen’s shoulder.
"The... the phone...."
Fu Jinghen backed off a little and handed her the phone.
It was Lin Ruochun who was calling.
"Wen Qiao, do you have any sense of sha? I’m calling, playing so poorly and you’re still yelling at without hanging up, but you just hang up on ." Lin Ruochun’s angry voice ca out of the receiver, "You better give a good reason, otherwise, I’ll finish filming and head straight to the hospital to beat you up."
"Oh... a reason..."
Wen Qiao carefully moved her lips, but she couldn’t avoid brushing against Fu Jinghen’s lips.
And the other party seed to deliberately tease her, lightly nibbling on her lower lip.
Just two minutes ago, Wen Qiao, who claid she wasn’t shy, blushed instantly.
She covered Fu Jinghen’s mouth with her hand and said to the phone, "My man ca to visit , who’d want to play gas with you, a gaming noob? Is that reason good enough?"
"......"
There was silence for two seconds on the other end of the phone from Lin Ruochun, "Fine, goodbye."
Following that, a "beep beep" sound ca from the receiver.
Fu Jinghen kissed her palm, a tingling sensation swiftly traveling up her arm to her brain.
Wen Qiao quickly withdrew her hand.
"Still ssing around?"
Wen Qiao’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s, "No... not ssing around anymore..."
She really couldn’t outdo him; she truly couldn’t.
Fu Jinghen chuckled softly and gently brushed his lips against hers again.
Although he didn’t say anything, Wen Qiao interpreted it as a "I told you not to play around, but you wouldn’t listen. You had to experience my dominance before becoming compliant. But since you’re sowhat obedient, I’ll reward you with a kiss."
Just as Fu Jinghen was about to sit up, the hospital room door was knocked on, and the next second Feng Li opened the door and walked in—
"President Fu, I’ve bought everything the Boss Lady asked for. The shop owner said that the stead buns are best eaten hot, otherwise they’ll cool down—"
His voice abruptly stopped as soon as he saw the scene on the hospital bed.
After exchanging a glance with his boss, who had turned to look at him, he quickly retreated out of the room, stretched out his arm to grab the doorknob, and before closing the door, left a ssage, "I’ll be outside; call when you’re done."
"......"
Feng Li stood outside the hospital room holding the items, replaying the scene he had just witnessed in his mind.
Sheesh.
President Fu, isn’t this taking advantage of soone in a vulnerable state?
Truly, appearances can be deceiving.
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Thanks to the heavy costu, Wen Qiao didn’t suffer any scratches when she fell down the stairs; she just bruised her waist, but it was nothing serious. A few days of bed rest, plus so massage therapy, and she would be fine.
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