CHAPTER 553: CHAPTER 551: I DIDN’T EVEN TRY VERY HARD

Wen Qiao held the saliva in her mouth and gurgled twice before turning and spitting it out.

After spitting, she turned back around, having never even opened her eyes throughout.

"..."

Fu Jinghen watched her and was afraid that he might even need to wash her face for her.

Fu Jinghen found a disposable towel, supported Wen Qiao’s chin, and wiped her face with warm water.

Wen Qiao’s hands clutched at the sides of Fu Jinghen’s clothes, leaning her upper body forward, inching closer to him.

The person she longed for was right in front of her, so close that their breaths intertwined.

Seeing that she was so dependent on him, Fu Jinghen’s eyes gradually deepened as he wiped her face.

His gaze fell upon Wen Qiao’s lips, and his tongue lightly touched the roof of his mouth.

The person being taken care of suddenly uttered a "hmph," and Fu Jinghen felt a pat on his hand, followed by Wen Qiao’s complaint, "How long are you going to wipe the same spot?"

Only then did Fu Jinghen realize that he had been wiping the corner of Wen Qiao’s eye for quite some time.

"Sorry."

He looked at the small patch of skin he had reddened, gently pressed it with his fingertip, thought for a moment, leaned in, and gently blew on it.

Wen Qiao’s eyelashes fluttered, and she sneakily half-opened one eye, glancing at Fu Jinghen, then hurriedly shut her eyes again, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Fu Jinghen had long noticed her subtle movements, and seeing this, his hand caressed the corner of her eye, then quickly pinched the flesh on her cheek before she could react.

The grip wasn’t strong, but it was enough to make Wen Qiao open her eyes.

She glared at Fu Jinghen, "Why are you pinching me!"

"Such a delicate princess, I didn’t even apply much pressure," Fu Jinghen released his hold and picked her up from the washbasin, "I am all yours, if you want to look just do it openly."

"Stop being shameless, I never admitted that you’re mine."

Having landed on the ground, Wen Qiao pushed Fu Jinghen away and walked out of the bathroom.

Passing the bed, Wen Qiao belatedly remembered something, and with an expression that spoke volumes, she massaged her forehead.

She really could sleep soundly anywhere, not even knowing when Fu Jinghen had awoken and carried her to bed.

Fu Jinghen, following behind her, understood what she was thinking at that moment. He was about to nonchalantly brush the matter aside when the person in front of him suddenly turned and glared at him fiercely.

Fu Jinghen stopped in his tracks, "What’s wrong?"

"Who allowed you to carry me up there!" Wen Qiao righteously scolded Fu Jinghen, "I already said I was here to take care of you, yet you let me sleep on the bed. If others find out, where would I put my face?"

Her illogical demeanor had truly been absent for a long time to Fu Jinghen.

He turned his head to the side, holding back a laugh, and soothingly stroked Wen Qiao, "No one besides you and me will know about this, plus, you’ve taken great care of me, look, I’m all better now."

Wen Qiao stared at Fu Jinghen for a while, just as her bristled fur was about to be smooth and flat, she unexpectedly counterattacked, "Bullshit, how could no one else know, Feng Li definitely saw it."

"..."

He had indeed forgotten about him.

Fu Jinghen coughed lightly, "He will keep quiet, trust me."

Wen Qiao was half convinced, "Really?"

Fu Jinghen nodded, "Really."

Wen Qiao opened her mouth to say something more, but Fu Jinghen pointed towards the door, "You’re going to be late. Shall we talk while we walk?"