Fu Jinghen did spoil Wen Qiao, but he also had a temper, and besides, Wen Qiao's ability to annoy people was truly unparalleled; even the dead would want to come back to life just to be exasperated by her. He initially intended to keep a stern face to intimidate her, but upon seeing her like this, he had long lost that thought to some obscure corner.
Fu Jinghen softened his expression, "Don't think nonsense. I'm entirely yours; how could I ever tire of you? That's something I should worry about, not you. I'm more afraid that one day you'll get tired of me."
"Never," Wen Qiao snuggled into Fu Jinghen's embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. "I won't get tired of you. Even if one day you get tired of me, I won't leave even if you chase me away. I'm your rubber candy, sticking to you."
Having said that, Wen Qiao tightened her legs around his waist and her arms around him, clinging to him like an octopus to prove the sincerity of her words.
