Wen Qiao lifted her head and bumped Fu Jinghen's shoulder.
Fu Jinghen shook his head, "It's nothing."
Wen Qiao caught a fleeting look of regret in his eyes, turned around, wrapped her arms around his waist, tilted her chin slightly, and pressed a light kiss on his Adam's apple, "What's in the past is past, you just need to remember I'm here with you now and will always be by your side."
Fu Jinghen's heart stirred, he clasped the back of her head with his large hand and closed his eyes to plant a devout kiss on her forehead.
"Okay."
Wen Qiao had long hair, and because they were both sticky, it took nearly half an hour to dry her hair.
And the mental preparation Wen Qiao had made after taking a bath vanished the moment they entered the bedroom together.
Even though they previously could sleep together comfortably, now it somehow had become awkward.
Wen Qiao inwardly scorned herself.
