Lu Zishu was very skilled; Ying Jing had known this since school.
But when compared to Wen Fucheng, that might need some weighing.
In any case, Ying Jing was wildly cheering for her husband.
After a while, the score between the two was almost tied, both expending considerable energy and breathing heavily.
Ying Jing had already prepared a towel and water for Wen Fucheng, and as soon as she saw him wanting to rest, she immediately stepped forward with the items.
Earlier on the set, she was a bit shy about being affectionate with him.
Now, that shyness was completely overtaken by other emotions, not caring about anything else, Ying Jing, in front of everyone present, wiped the sweat off Wen Fucheng's face with a towel.
She no longer avoided it.
The man let her wipe his face, and Wen Fucheng looked down at her.
His voice was very gentle.
"Not afraid now?"
