Fu Jinghen chuckled and held her in his arms again.
Wen Qiao placed her hand over his eyes, "Close your eyes and rest for a bit."
"Okay."
Actually, Fu Jinghen's eyes were very captivating as well, slender and defined, with deep eye sockets and narrow double eyelids that slightly tilted upwards at the corners, giving him a somewhat frivolous and amorous air. However, this frivolity was suppressed by his overall dignified appearance.
She extended a finger to lightly touch his eyelashes, tickled by the soft touch.
Wen Qiao pursed her lips as if discovering something amusing and touched them again.
"Stop poking," Fu Jinghen's voice was slightly husky, "Poke any more, and you'll start a fire."
Wen Qiao paused and hastily withdrew her hand once she realized what he meant.
A man's true nature is that of a rogue!
After a moment of thought, Wen Qiao felt her reaction was too cowardly, so she reached out and gave his eyelashes a gentle tug.
