The room was air-conditioned; although it wasn't cold, Wen Qiao had just gotten herself wet, and droplets of water clung to the small exposed part of her shoulder. On closer inspection, a layer of goosebumps had appeared on her fair skin.
Fu Jinghen lifted his hand, using his index finger to push her forehead, nudging her back into the bathroom.
Just as the bathroom door was about to close, Fu Jinghen spat out a firm "haven't eaten" from his mouth.
Wen Qiao pursed her lips and smiled; she really hadn't seen someone making themselves jealous like this before.
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When Wen Qiao came out after her shower, Fu Jinghen was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window making a call. She didn't interrupt him, instead picked up the skincare products on the coffee table and returned to the bathroom to take care of her skin.
By the time she came out of the bathroom again, Fu Jinghen had finished his call.
