Wen Qiao gave him too many surprises today, his mood had not yet returned to calm, and now the person he was constantly thinking about lay defenseless in his embrace. If he had no reaction, he'd need to go to the hospital to have his body checked.
Listening to the even breathing of the person in his arms, Fu Jinghen slowly let out a breath.
He really was a glutton for punishment.
In fact, Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen hadn't shared a bed very often. They had only been engaged for less than a week when Wen Qiao flew to Hang City to film, and other than the occasional times when Fu Jinghen visited her on set, resulting in them sleeping together, the number of times Wen Qiao monopolized the whole bed far exceeded the times they slept in each other's arms.
Wen Qiao's body had not yet adapted to the presence of Fu Jinghen, and tonight, as he held her to sleep, her body, once asleep, had a mind of its own and had been restless the whole night.
