The slap ultimately didn't land.
Ying Jing was completely awakened by Wen Fucheng's kiss.
"Can you tell reality from illusion now?" Wen Fucheng straightened up after letting go.
Ying Jing blinked at him. As soon as he finished speaking, she lay flat with her hands crossed over her chest.
"I still feel a bit fuzzy in my head. How about doing it again?"
"Really? Seems the kiss didn't work well. Why don't we try another treatment method, guaranteed to be effective."
Ying Jing understood.
At most, she was driving a kiddie car.
Wen Fucheng was driving a rollercoaster.
No twists and turns, just peaks and thrills.
Veteran driver Master Ying admitted it was a bit overwhelming.
They shared a bowl of congee.
Most of the time, Ying Jing watched him eat. Wen Fucheng hadn't eaten much all day and was indeed hungry. Typically, he would only have a bowl and a half, but he ate over two this time.
It almost reached the bottom of the pot.
