Although she usually had nothing to do with the word "reserved" in front of Fu Jinghen, she still felt a little embarrassed to tell him about her current situation.
eting Fu Jinghen’s anxious gaze, her lips pouted, and she humd grievously, "It hurts to death... Rub it for , and blow on it."
Fu Jinghen instantly felt so distressed, one hand cradling Wen Qiao’s face gently, while the palm of his other hand softly covered her forehead, slowing down his movents as he rubbed it for her.
After a long while, the pain in Wen Qiao’s chest finally eased up a bit, and her body slowly relaxed.
She gave Fu Jinghen a light slap, not with much force, like a cat scratching, with more of a coquettish intonation, "Can’t you drive more steadily? You can’t settle down with in the passenger seat, can you?"
"No, I can." Fu Jinghen took all the bla, blew on Wen Qiao’s forehead, and kissed it, "My fault, baby, I’m sorry."
This term of endearnt "baby" seed to have a magical effect, making Wen Qiao’s heart bloom with joy, and she felt like even the pain in her chest had subsided.
"Since you’re apologizing so nicely, I forgive you."
Fu Jinghen was a bit surprised. Usually, Wen Qiao would continue to make a fuss for a while, but this ti she let him off so easily.
After a mont of thought, Fu Jinghen understood the reason and tentatively asked, "Do you like it when I call you ’baby’?"
"..."
Her little secret being poked at, Wen Qiao beca expressionless, "Not at all, don’t talk nonsense."
"Really?" Fu Jinghen teased on the edge of danger, "I think you like it."
"How much is your feeling worth that you drag it out for a walk? I said no, and that’s that. Can you know my thoughts better than I do?"
Wen Qiao’s speech was hurried and quick, with a sowhat cover-up implication.
n always have such little quirks, and Fu Jinghen was no exception.
He found that he particularly enjoyed seeing Wen Qiao’s little sches being uncovered, her pretense of indifference followed by embarrassnt and rage.
Of course, the precondition was that it had to be him uncovering Wen Qiao’s little trick.
The young girl tensed her face, lips taut, carrying a hint of coolness.
"Don’t like it?" Fu Jinghen seed a bit troubled, "I thought you’d like it. If that’s the case, then I’ll just call you that from now on."
Wen Qiao reflexively retorted, "No way!"
"..."
A trace of amusent crept into Fu Jinghen’s eyes, and Wen Qiao was so annoyed, she found his smile utterly irritating and raised her hand to give him a slap on the face.
Wen Qiao knew her own strength; she didn’t use much, and Fu Jinghen didn’t feel a thing. He caught Wen Qiao’s hand and laid it against his own face, "Baby, you can hit anywhere, just not the face. I need this face to coax you."
"..."
Wen Qiao was once again dazzled by this teasing term of endearnt, and it took her a long while to co back to her senses, glaring fiercely at Fu Jinghen.
This damn man was getting more dangerous by the day.
With just one touch of his lips, he could whisk away her soul.
"I think your mouth is becoming more powerful now, huh?"
Wen Qiao withdrew her hand, using two fingers to pinch and release, she caught Fu Jinghen’s lips between them.
His originally handso and delicate face took on a comic expression because of Wen Qiao’s addition.
Looking at Fu Jinghen’s duck-like mouth, Wen Qiao laughed out loud.
Seeing her laugh so happily, Fu Jinghen did not stop her.
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