Wen Qiao patted Fu Jinghen's arm that was wrapped around her waist, and under his displeased gaze, she leaned in and kissed him: "Listen to me first."
Fu Jinghen wasn't buying it, turning his head to the side: "I don't want to listen."
Wen Qiao reached out to turn his face back, forcing him to look at her: "You can't say you won't listen."
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao resentfully, keeping silent.
"In case we part ways in the future over certain things, with my personality, I definitely wouldn't want anything from you. Giving it to me would be useless." Wen Qiao's tone was light and gentle, a rare tenderness: "If there's no love, no amount of compensation after separation would matter."
Fu Jinghen grasped Wen Qiao's hand, his deep eyes fixed tightly on her, he said firmly: "No way."
"Hmm?" Wen Qiao didn't immediately understand: "No way what?"
"I won't stop loving you." Fu Jinghen said each word with great determination: "And we won't separate."
