After the fireworks ended, Wen Qiao was dragged into the bathroom by Fu Jinghen, using the pretext of freshening up to carry out sothing more intimate.
By the ti the two erged from the bathroom, an hour and a half had passed. Wen Qiao, face flushed, was carried back to the bedroom by him, and once at the bed, she kicked at him: "You scoundrel!"
Fu Jinghen grabbed her ankle, dried her feet, and tucked them under the covers.
Wen Qiao wrapped herself in the blanket and sat up from the bed, asking him: "Do you have a special fondness for the bathroom? It’s always there."
"As long as it’s with you, I have a fondness for all locations." Fu Jinghen dried Wen Qiao’s hair, his tone flat: "Although the bathroom isn’t very convenient, I have reservations. If it’s sowhere else, it might be different."
Wen Qiao: "..."
How could he say sothing so indecent with such a calm tone?
Wen Qiao muttered quietly: "Without going all the way, you tornt like this. If it really cos to that, being hungry for so long, you’ll practically eat alive..."
Fu Jinghen didn’t hear what she was saying and paused his hand that was drying her hair, leaning closer to her: "What are you muttering about?"
"I said, why haven’t the anti-vice squad arrested you yet?" Wen Qiao pushed his face aside: "Don’t co so close, I’m shy."
Fu Jinghen smirked, straightened up, and continued drying her hair.
A noise suddenly ca from the bedside table where both their phones were. Wen Qiao stretched her arm to grab her phone, unlocked it.
It was a video call from Fu Qiang on WeChat.
Wen Qiao nudged Fu Jinghen’s hand, signaling him to stop drying.
She accepted the call, only to see Qi Ming’s face on the screen.
The "Sister Fu Qiang" that was on the tip of Wen Qiao’s tongue made a turn and she said: "Why is it you?"
Qi Ming was sprawled lazily on the sofa, fiddling with a ga controller.
"Happy New Year, Little Aunt." Qi Ming glanced at the phone screen, continuing to play his ga as he spoke: "My mom will be here soon, just wait a mont."
After saying this, he shouted: "Mom, the video is connected, hurry over."
Wen Qiao: "..."
After waiting for about half a minute, Fu Qiang’s scolding was heard before she appeared on screen: "Playing, playing, all you know is play gas. Just marry your ga console and never bother spending money on a wife."
The cara shifted a bit, and the screen displayed Fu Qiang’s face.
Wen Qiao imdiately broke into a wide smile: "Sis, Happy New Year."
The intimate address from Wen Qiao made Fu Jinghen’s mouth curve into a smile.
He turned and left the bedroom to get a comb and hairdryer from the bathroom.
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year. Qi Ming told you two went public, and since today is New Year’s Day, I thought I’d do a video call to ask about you two." Fu Qiang was also smiling brightly: "Fu Jinghen must be over the moon, right? Finally has a wife to show off."
Wen Qiao’s face ward, and she nodded a bit shyly: "He is quite happy..."
"Since you’re public now, when are you planning to get married?"
When Wen Qiao saw Fu Qiang say this, her eyes noticeably glimred.
Wen Qiao had thought about this question too, but talking about marriage right after going public seed a bit rushed.
"Well, maybe it’ll—"
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