Hearing the loss in her voice, Fu Jinghen let out an almost imperceptible sigh and said, "No, I really like it, no need to take it off."
If it weren't for Qi Ming, he would have liked it even more.
But Wen Qiao didn't quite believe him, "But you don't look like you like it at all."
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao, who was pouting with a somewhat aggrieved expression, and the hand circling behind her pushed her slightly, pulling her close to him, then he kissed her lips.
Fu Jinghen's kiss was enticing, and now that he was wearing glasses, which already met Wen Qiao's aesthetic, it was as if he was tap-dancing on her heart.
Stirring her emotions.
The glasses concealed part of Fu Jinghen's indulgent expression, but even the slight hint of passion was enough to make Wen Qiao's cheeks flush and her heart flutter.
Wen Qiao didn't know what she was thinking, but her eyes curved into a smile, and she slowly closed her eyes, sinking into Fu Jinghen's kiss.
