"Came back to get something." Wen Qiao walked forward, held his hand, and pulled him down the stairs. "Why are you so clingy? You can't even stand being apart for a moment."
"You don't like me being clingy?"
Wen Qiao giggled twice. "I like it."
She never really hid her affection for Fu Jinghen around him.
Suddenly, her hand tightened, and Wen Qiao was pulled back, falling straight into Fu Jinghen's embrace.
Wen Qiao got nervous again, glaring at Fu Jinghen. "There you go again!"
"What did I do?" Fu Jinghen said innocently. "I haven't done anything yet."
"..."
Since when did this man learn to turn the tables on her!
"Then let me go."
Fu Jinghen didn't move, his intention clear: he wouldn't let go.
"Stop messing around, let me go, we need to go downstairs for the New Year's vigil."
Fu Jinghen still didn't move.
