The place where the crew is staying this time is still the Yingcheng Hotel, but they're on a different floor. On the way back, Wen Qiao had already asked Fu Jinghen for his room number, and after entering the hotel, she headed straight to the top-floor suite.
After knocking on the door three times, the door opened, and Fu Jinghen appeared behind it. He grabbed Wen Qiao's arm, pulled her in, and pressed her against the door.
"You—"
Wen Qiao just uttered a single sound, and the rest was blocked by the man's fervent kiss.
Wen Qiao didn't resist at all, leaned against the door, embraced his neck, and obediently responded to his kiss.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, and the indescribable tension rose with each passing moment.
It's the end of the year with lots of work, and Wen Qiao was busy filming. They hadn't seen each other for over half a month. Even daily video calls couldn't alleviate their longing for each other.
