"Why should she say it?"
It made her seem as if she were desperate for love.
Wen Qiao slowly withdrew her gaze, "What are you babbling about? I must be really idle to want to hear such words, and besides, what’s so nice about them?"
Fu Jinghen watched Wen Qiao, whose steps had visibly quickened, seemingly eager to leave, and silently smiled.
They were getting closer to the makeup room and farther from the set.
A few passing crew mbers greeted Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen and walked on without giving them extra amorous glances.
The bouquet of roses Fu Jinghen brought was considerably large; he held it effortlessly with one hand, but Wen Qiao had to use both hands.
She couldn’t free her hands to open the door and was about to turn around and ask Fu Jinghen to open it when she felt his presence envelop her as he moved closer.
Fu Jinghen held the doorknob with one hand, his arm in front of her, lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, and whispered softly, "I love you."
Wen Qiao was instantly stunned, her breathing involuntarily slowed.
The man’s low, gentle voice and the tingling sensation of his lips occasionally touching her ear made Wen Qiao unable to recover for a long ti.
They were so close; Wen Qiao felt that Fu Jinghen’s breathing was deafening.
So close that Fu Jinghen could see the fine hairs on Wen Qiao’s skin, which beca less visible as her cheeks slowly turned red.
The area near the makeup room was so quiet it seed as if ti had been paused.
After a while, Wen Qiao finally ca to her senses.
She blinked and responded indifferently, "Oh."
Fu Jinghen exerted slight pressure on the door, pushing it open, and Wen Qiao turned and walked in.
Had he not seen Wen Qiao’s cheeks turn from a clear, pear-like whiteness to a blushing, bleeding red, Fu Jinghen might have thought she had remained unmoved when she heard him say "I love you."
She was clearly just a little girl trying to act tough.
Wen Qiao felt as though with every step she took, she was walking on clouds, feeling weightless.
At this point, she suddenly understood one thing—
In life, one should not casually set flags.
Otherwise, one might really end up playing out a scenario of eating one’s words.
She had just finished saying those words had nothing nice about them when Fu Jinghen taught her a lesson, slapping her face figuratively.
How could it be not nice?
It sounded wonderful, alright?
Fu Jinghen’s voice was very pleasant, low and clear, the kind that could make soone’s ears pregnant just by listening, especially when he whispered into her ear, almost soul-snatching.
Wen Qiao felt the problem must be with her, she had added a filter to Fu Jinghen; otherwise, why would those three words that sounded so ordinary and even cheap before sound so different when they ca from Fu Jinghen’s mouth?
"Wen Qiao."
Fu Jinghen called her.
"What is it?"
Wen Qiao turned back in response, and Fu Jinghen stood by the door, leisurely watching her.
"Why don’t you turn around and see what’s in front of you?"
?
Wen Qiao turned around confusedly, facing a white wall.
And she was about to bump into it with the flowers in her arms.
Wen Qiao stared at the wall for a while, then casually turned back, "A wall, what about it? I was just looking to see if there’s a vase to put these flowers in."
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