Fu Jinghen turned his head to take a look and said, "The second folder, the pink one, isn’t it for editing pictures?"
Wen Qiao said without lifting her head, "Yes, but the filters in that app are not very nice."
"..."
How can girls make even photo editing apps so complicated?
Fu Jinghen never kept secrets from Wen Qiao—his phone and computer were free for her to look through. Wen Qiao, on the other hand, rarely checked his phone, only occasionally using it to play gas when her own phone was out of battery. However, every ti Fu Jinghen’s phone went around in Wen Qiao’s hands and ca back to his, it tended to have a few new apps he’d never use.
Just for photo taking and editing, his phone already has no fewer than ten apps.
Thinking about this, Fu Jinghen felt he might need to get a phone with more storage space to withstand Wen Qiao’s tinkering.
After downloading the app, Wen Qiao imported the photos, trying each filter one by one.
By the ti Fu Jinghen finished drying her hair, she had also picked a filter she was satisfied with and showed it to him, "How is it, does it look good?"
She swiped the screen, switching between two photos, "The first one is the original, the second is with the filter I added."
Fu Jinghen: "..."
To be honest, he couldn’t see any difference.
But...
He nodded, "Looks great."
Whether he could tell the difference wasn’t important. What mattered was that Wen Qiao needed a satisfactory answer.
Excitedly, Wen Qiao uploaded the photo to Weibo, mimicking Fu Jinghen’s tone, typing two words—
@Fu Jinghen: With you @Wen Qiao
She then paired it with the photo of their reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.
Wen Qiao sat on the bed, while Fu Jinghen stood behind her, drying her hair. The night sky outside was sprinkled with stars. Even though their expressions couldn’t be clearly seen, the unique intimacy between them was palpable.
Shortly after posting, likes and comnts skyrocketed.
[Others are celebrating New Year’s Eve by drinking and cheering outside, while I’m at ho busily consuming dog food.]
[What is love? Love is commanding the winds and rains outside, but at ho, smoothing out your hair like a good boy.]
[Wen Qiao is quite tall for a female celebrity, but she appears tiny next to President Fu. So, being 1.7 ters tall can also be bird-like and docile.]
[I believe calling them the couple’s appearance ceiling isn’t an exaggeration, right?]
Having finished drying her hair, Fu Jinghen returned the blow dryer to the bathroom, tucked Wen Qiao into the bed in the bedroom, and took away the phone from her hand, "Sleep, stop playing."
Wen Qiao’s mouth ford a round shape, "Oh."
Turning off the light, the room plunged into darkness, Fu Jinghen lifted the covers and got into bed. As his arm stretched out, Wen Qiao automatically and spontaneously rolled into his embrace.
Her small hand climbed onto his waist, face buried in his chest, eyes closing as she settled into sleepiness.
After a short while, she suddenly smiled and looked up at Fu Jinghen, "Happy today? I finally gave you a title."
Fu Jinghen’s hand pressed gently on her head, guiding her head back to his chest, "You already know the answer."
"I’m very happy too." Wen Qiao snuggled into his chest, "From now on, you’ll be marked as belonging to , Wen Qiao. Wherever you go, soone will monitor you for , leaving you no chance to do anything bad."
"I won’t." Fu Jinghen kissed her forehead, "I’ll only do bad things with you."
"..."
Wen Qiao closed her eyes, burrowing her head into his chest, "Shut up, sleep!"
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