Ying Jing was coaxed and comforted.
That night, she spent tens of thousands on Wen Fucheng, eating whatever was the most expensive, and even packed some to take home.
Back home, when Wen Fucheng tried to reach out and hug her, Ying Jing stopped him midway.
"Sir, please restrain yourself."
Wen Fucheng enveloped her from behind, his hands encircling her waist, pulling her entirely into his embrace.
Unhappily, he bit Ying Jing's ear lightly.
"Still mad? What do you want me to do? I've spent money, given you passwords, and now you won't even let me hug you. Miss Ying, please be reasonable, I'm feeling very aggrieved!"
Ying Jing felt her heart skip a beat, her ears tinged with red. She kept brainwashing herself.
No, it's wrong to be enamored with beauty.
But the next second, she dropped the packed snacks, spun around in his embrace, and nestled her little head into Wen Fucheng's hug.
Her little claws clawed at his waist.
Her tone was adorably cute.
"You can hug me, tighter."
