"Okay," Fu Jinghen nodded, "I'll go back to the bedroom after you return home."
What a joke.
So you're going to head to the bedroom too when I get home? What chaotic things are you planning to do to me, a future flower of our country? Wen Qiao internally grumbled.
"Wen Qiao," Fu Jinghen called her.
"Huh?"
"Why are your ears red?"
"!"
How could I have overlooked that!
"I'm hot!" Wen Qiao's voice immediately rose, "The air conditioning in this bathroom hardly works. Would I lock myself in this tiny, broken bathroom if it weren't for video calling you?"
"Uh-huh." Fu Jinghen was still smiling, "Our poor Qiaoqiao."
"Good that you know."
With a warm yellow light on in his study, Fu Jinghen, wearing his home clothes and having shed his suit and shirt, seemed less cold and more tender. When the man smiled, it was as if all the light around him gathered in his eyes.
