Fu Jinghen blinked slowly, "Baby, are the bad things in your eyes only this simple?"
"..."
Wen Qiao’s face turned red, and she forced herself to straighten up and turned Fu Jinghen’s face back, "Just focus on washing the dishes, no slacking off."
Fu Jinghen slowed down and sighed, "I have no motivation without a reward."
How has he beco so shaless?
Wen Qiao’s mouth gaped open in an "o" shape, "Fu Jinghen, you’ve changed. You’re not the aloof Fu Jinghen I t for the first ti."
"Why would I keep up the aloofness just in front of you?"
Fu Jinghen’s gaze lowered to her lips, his intentions could not be more obvious. After waiting for a while and seeing that Wen Qiao still hadn’t reacted, he sighed again and turned his head back.
Wen Qiao exclaid, "You’re really annoying now."
Though she said this, she still tiptoed closer to him.
Wen Qiao initially intended to just peck his cheek quickly—sothing casual—but Fu Jinghen tid it perfectly, turning his head back as she moved closer.
Their lips touched, and Wen Qiao’s eyes widened, seemingly accusing Fu Jinghen of a sneak attack.
Just as she thought about retreating, a mild pain brushed her lower lip, and she instinctively whimpered, "Why did you bite ?"
Suddenly, a shadow lood over her, and she was pinned against the kitchen counter.
"Qiaoqiao, be quiet. We wouldn’t want to draw them over."
?
What does "be quiet" an?
What was he planning to do?
Before Wen Qiao could voice her questions, Fu Jinghen had already covered her lips with his. Having lost the initiative, and in a dazed state, she felt that she should not always be so passive, always left spellbound by Fu Jinghen. Leaning in, she hooked her arms around his neck.
Just as this thought settled, she felt Fu Jinghen’s body suddenly tense.
Ah, she was right.
But before she could even rejoice, she had to brace herself for an even more intense and passionate kiss.
A moist and ambiguous atmosphere quickly spread around them.
-
In the living room, Fu Qiang watched TV without distraction, while Qi Ming played a ga beside her. After finishing a ga round, he stretched his neck and glanced towards the kitchen, "Eh," he remarked, "Did we use a lot of plates and bowls today? Why is it taking so long to wash them?"
"..."
Fu Qiang paused in her seed-cracking endeavor, not shifting her gaze at all. She accurately landed a smack on the back of Qi Ming’s head and twisted it back around, "Adult matters aren’t for kids to worry about. Just play your ga."
"... Oh."
Qi Ming felt like he vaguely discovered sothing.
"Hey, by the way, Mom, let’s not order from Lianxiang Garden anymore. It seems like they’ve changed chefs; the food isn’t as good as before."
"Shush!" Fu Qiang nervously glanced towards the kitchen, then turned and kicked Qi Ming, "Do you need to talk so loudly, afraid that they won’t hear you?"
"Ouch, you think they don’t know if I don’t ntion it? They both ate at Lianxiang Garden just a few days ago; can’t they tell the difference?"
"And besides, you think your cooking skills are unknown to Little Aunt? As if Little Uncle wouldn’t know?"
"Get lost, as if you only have a mouth to talk."
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