Wen Qiao bent her legs, crouching down to dodge Fu Jinghen's fingers. In the next second, a soft, plush mass appeared in Fu Jinghen's arms.
Fu Jinghen was an extremely responsible person, so Wen Qiao was certain he wouldn't push her away and leave her behind. With this in mind, she buried her head deeper into Fu Jinghen's chest, murmuring sleepily, "So sleepy, I want to go back to sleep."
"Really going to sleep?" Fu Jinghen asked.
Wen Qiao nodded her head, "Really slee—Oh no!"
Mid-sentence, Wen Qiao felt a tight grip around her waist, pulling her backwards. A cool sensation traveled up her legs to the soles of her feet and then shot up to her brain.
"Bang—Crash."
"I'm so sorry, so sorry."
The anxious male voice, along with the sound of shattering glass, came from behind. Wen Qiao turned around and saw that a bar waiter had mishandled the tray, causing the glasses to fall and spill some cold drink on her legs.
"Are you okay?" Fu Jinghen asked.
