CHAPTER 551: CHAPTER 549: I DON’T HAVE ANY SPECIAL HABITS

After being warned by Fu Jinghen, Feng Li was terribly curious about what Wen Qiao had been doing during her time away but didn’t dare to ask.

After tidying up the food container, Feng Li silently exited the ward, leaving the space to the two of them.

Fu Jinghen checked the time, and it was already midnight.

He looked at Wen Qiao, "Coming up to sleep?"

"Coming up where?" Wen Qiao pointed at the bed in the ward, "You just opened your heart to me, and now you want to lure me into bed?"

"..."

Fu Jinghen, feeling helpless, said, "I just wanted you to come up and rest since there’s shooting tomorrow, right?"

After that, he thought about the voice messages exchanged between Wen Qiao and Qi Ming, and slowly added, "Besides, I don’t have any peculiar kinks, especially not about seeking thrills in a hospital."

Wen Qiao’s eyebrows twitched, unwilling to be outdone in their banter. She nodded, "True, with the way you are now, seeking thrills probably wouldn’t work out.

"..."

How could a man be questioned about his ability?

Especially by the woman he loved, that was even less acceptable.

But since pursuing his wife had finally made some progress, and he was the one who had started this topic, Fu Jinghen chose to swallow this bitter pill.

"Yes, right now I can’t, so can you come up to sleep?" Fu Jinghen patted the bed below him, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything, I’ll go to the couch."

"No need, you lie down yourself," Wen Qiao sat down on a chair, "You’re the patient, I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around."

Realizing she hadn’t really provided any substantial care since coming here, Wen Qiao fell silent for a moment, then added, "Psychological care counts as care too."

"..."

Unable to argue with Wen Qiao, Fu Jinghen reluctantly lay back down on the bed at her gesturing.

"If you get sleepy, come up. Otherwise, we can have Feng Li arrange something in the next room—"

Wen Qiao raised her hand to signal him to stop, "Hold on, let’s not waste hospital resources when they are so scarce."

"Then..." Fu Jinghen frowned and, making up his mind, said, "How about letting Feng Li take you back to the hotel? It might be a bit of a hassle, but at least you can get a good night’s sleep."

"President Fu, I’m twenty-one, not twelve, and though I’m over six years younger than you, you don’t have to treat me like a child," Wen Qiao looked at him with raised eyebrows, "We actors often shoot late into the night, so just go to sleep, okay?"

Fu Jinghen nodded, "Alright."

Seeing how obediently and agreeably Fu Jinghen agreed, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but want to tousle his hair.

Her fingers twitched, but she restrained herself.

Seeing Fu Jinghen still staring at her, she lifted her hand to cover his eyes, "Stop looking, I’m not going anywhere, go to sleep."

"Alright."

"Qiaoqiao."

All was quiet for a while until Fu Jinghen’s voice broke the silence in the ward.

"What is it?"

"I..."

Fu Jinghen had originally wanted to say that his words weren’t meant to gain sympathy and influence her judgment but rather to show her the most genuine side of himself.

But as he began, he felt there was no need for such a reminder.

Because he understood Wen Qiao, and her decisions, her stands were never swayed by anyone’s words unless she herself was willing.

"It’s nothing, I just felt like calling you."

"You’re silly."

Wen Qiao rolled her eyes, flicked her index finger lightly against his brow bone, "Go to sleep."

"Alright."