It must have been because of what he said last night, "Aren’t I keeping myself intact?" that influenced her to have such a dream, a dream completely at odds with her righteousness.
Right.
It must be so.
It had nothing to do with her thoughts; it was purely because of Fu Jinghen’s words. It was his fault.
Her phone rang. Wen Qiao stopped her washing machine-like tossing and turning, groped for the phone, and after seeing the caller ID, the ice-cold device suddenly turned into a hot potato. She fumbled and the phone fell smack onto her face.
"Ow!"
A sour pain shot through her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She took a mont to recover, picked up the phone and blinked. The call was already connected.
"Hello..."
Her voice was noticeably tearful.
"What’s the matter?" Fu Jinghen’s voice tightened, "Why are you crying?"
Wen Qiao responded with a pitiful tone, "I just got hit in the face with my phone..."
Fu Jinghen let out a sigh of relief, both helpless and amused, "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" Wen Qiao wiped away the tears in her eyes, "It’s your fault for calling so early in the morning."
At this point, Wen Qiao had completely forgotten that it was she who asked Fu Jinghen to wake her up this morning.
"Being unreasonable?" Fu Jinghen spoke softly, "Wasn’t it you who told to wake you up this morning?"
"I don’t care." Wen Qiao beca wilful, "I got hit in the face with the phone because I was answering your call, so you have to take full responsibility."
"Alright, I’ll take full responsibility." Fu Jinghen always had little resistance when it ca to Wen Qiao; he readily accepted the bla, "So, Miss Wen, what kind of compensation do you want?"
"I haven’t decided yet."
"Then keep it in mind," Fu Jinghen said, "and when you’ve made up your mind, co to to settle the score."
Wen Qiao rolled over, "So you owe twice now."
Fu Jinghen chuckled, "It doesn’t matter how many tis. I’ll pay it back slowly."
Wen Qiao also chuckled, "...Oh."
"Okay, get up now. Leave so extra ti for the road."
"Oh." Wen Qiao responded sluggishly, "Then I’m going to hang up now."
"See you at noon."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao tossed and turned in bed for a while before getting up.
The bedroom door was opened from the outside just then, and Jiang Yao stood at the doorway, startled by the sight of Wen Qiao sitting up in bed with her hair like a bird’s nest, eyes watery and cheeks flushed, "Why do you look so lovestruck this morning? Had a steamy dream?"
Wen Qiao stiffened.
Could she be any more psychic?
"Mind your own business!"
Wen Qiao hastily ruffled her hair and got out of bed, slipping on her slippers and scuttling into the bathroom. She shut the door with a bang, paused for a second, then opened it again, sticking her head out, "You’re the one who had the steamy dream."
Then she slamd the door shut again.
Jiang Yao blinked, puzzled. She had only made a casual remark; why did the girl overreact so much?
Could it be that she had guessed right?
She approached the bathroom door, knocked and teased, "Did I hit the nail on the head?"
"..."
"Who’s the male lead?" Jiang Yao asked gossipingly, "Is it President Fu?"
"..."
"Co on, don’t be silent." Jiang Yao pressed further, "Haven’t you heard that silence is equivalent to consent?"
After a couple seconds, Wen Qiao’s muffled voice ca from the bathroom, "Piss off!"
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