Wen Qiao seemed to be waiting just for that sentence. Upon hearing it, she immediately lifted her head, spread her arms, and looked at him with a pitiful expression.
"...."
Seeing that Jinghen didn't make a move for quite a while and growing impatient, Wen Qiao took a step forward and threw herself into his embrace, her arms tightly wound around his waist. After a moment, she felt dissatisfied and tugged one of his hands to the back of her head and placed his other hand on her waist, arranging his posture for him. Only then did she contentedly bury her face in his chest.
Muttering under her breath, "Fu Jinghen you're so dumb, don't you even know how to hug? I have to teach you. It seems like you've never been in a relationship before."
Fu Jinghen wasn't used to such intimate contact with others, his body somewhat stiff. Looking down at the head buried in his embrace, he said, "Then let go."
"I won't."
