Wen Qiao seed to be waiting just for that sentence. Upon hearing it, she imdiately lifted her head, spread her arms, and looked at him with a pitiful expression.
"...."
Seeing that Jinghen didn’t make a move for quite a while and growing impatient, Wen Qiao took a step forward and threw herself into his embrace, her arms tightly wound around his waist. After a mont, she felt dissatisfied and tugged one of his hands to the back of her head and placed his other hand on her waist, arranging his posture for him. Only then did she contentedly bury her face in his chest.
Muttering under her breath, "Fu Jinghen you’re so dumb, don’t you even know how to hug? I have to teach you. It seems like you’ve never been in a relationship before."
Fu Jinghen wasn’t used to such intimate contact with others, his body sowhat stiff. Looking down at the head buried in his embrace, he said, "Then let go."
"I won’t."
Having finally got the chance to hug him, Wen Qiao was not about to let go easily.
Her hands began to rove sneakily over Fu Jinghen’s quiet back, then climbed up to his shoulders as she silently marveled to herself.
Wow, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he looked great yesterday, but I didn’t expect him to feel so secure to embrace.
"....."
Fu Jinghen felt that if he didn’t say sothing, this girl might just take advantage of him completely. He patted Wen Qiao on the back of her head, asking, "Where did you burn yourself?"
Wen Qiao lifted her head and held up her left hand for Fu Jinghen to see, "Right here, it hurts so much."
Fu Jinghen looked at the faint red mark on the back of her left hand and grunted, "Do you need to see a doctor? It’ll probably disappear if we wait any longer."
"...."
Wen Qiao got sowhat agitated, bumping her head forward and knocking against Fu Jinghen’s chin, "Why are you so unromantic? I’m being coquettish with you, and you’re just ruining the mood."
A hint of amusent spread in the depths of Fu Jinghen’s eyes, "Isn’t this showing concern for you?"
"Concern for ? All you’re doing is making feel uncomfortable!"
Just as Fu Jinghen was about to say sothing, he saw from the corner of his eye two nurses walking toward them, eyeing the two of them while muttering sothing under their breath.
"Oh my god, that man is so handso."
"As handso as he is, he’s not yours. Didn’t you see how sweet he is with his girlfriend?"
"Alas, good-looking guys are always taken by soone else, I can only envy from afar."
"Hey, doesn’t that woman look a bit familiar?"
"Now that you ntion it, she does seem a bit familiar...."
Their voices suddenly quieted down, and the two nurses eyed Wen Qiao with curiosity.
Fu Jinghen raised his arm to shield the half of Wen Qiao’s face that was exposed, then turned to look at the two nurses.
The smile in his eyes was gone; accustod to high positions, Fu Jinghen could command authority with a single distant glance.
eting Fu Jinghen’s eyes, the nurses imdiately fell silent and hurriedly went to do their rounds.
Even from a distance, Fu Jinghen could still catch so of their conversation.
"Damn, that handso guy has such an intimidating gaze."
"It’s so hypocritical, all tender and soft when he looks at his girlfriend, but as if he wants to freeze us solid when he looks at us."
"Stop talking, everyone on this floor is either rich or noble, watch your mouth."
"..."
After they left, Fu Jinghen looked down and t Wen Qiao’s sparkling eyes once again. His eyebrows twitched, and he found it sowhat difficult to et her gaze directly, "What are you looking at?"
"I’m checking to see if you’re as they said, whether your eyes are all tender and soft when you look at ."
"......"
Fu Jinghen felt helpless. It seed like Wen Qiao always focused on things differently from others. They had nearly been found out just now; he was busy trying to cover for her, but the person in question didn’t seem to care at all about the incident.
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