Fu Jinghen's lips were soft and squishy, and Wen Qiao got playfully excited for a moment.
Fu Jinghen let Wen Qiao play with his face for a good while before she finally let go of his face.
Wen Qiao's nails had grown a bit long, and when she pinched Fu Jinghen's mouth, she accidentally left a few nail marks on his face, faint but not too obvious.
Wen Qiao felt a bit guilty and cupped Fu Jinghen's face, giving him a firm kiss, "Why didn't you stop me?"
"Your happiness is the most important, baby."
"..."
He must have gotten addicted to calling her 'baby'.
Remembering Wen Qiao's excited reaction when she heard they were going back to the Fu Mansion for dinner, Fu Jinghen asked, "Don't you want to have dinner with Sister? If not, I'll tell her right now."
