Fu Jinghen could somewhat guess why Wen Qiao was suddenly acting so quirky, but he maintained his manners, especially in front of others.
Behind the two of them, Jiang Wei was walking towards them.
Listening to the increasingly close sound of high heels clicking on the floor, Wen Qiao puffed up her cheeks and threw herself into Fu Jinghen's arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head in his chest. Feeling that wasn't enough, she affectionately rubbed her head against him.
The sound of the high heels suddenly stopped behind them; Wen Qiao, looking triumphant, didn't immediately let go of Fu Jinghen.
Hmm...
Don't say.
Fu Jinghen's embrace was quite secure and warm.
Wen Qiao couldn't help but yawn, smack her lips, and cuddle some more before finding a comfortable position to naturally lean on.
